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Post by Mammon on Mar 25, 2017 6:27:22 GMT
The Devil Came Down To Konats Building Sand Castles The sun beat down on a long stretch of desert, making the grains under foot red hot with the omnipresent heat in this sea of sand. He lounged in what could only be described as some kind of old temple, its purpose long forgotten in times gone the remains all but picked clean by the ravages of the elements leaving all but one building remaining half sunken into the dunes. He lay atop a bed of cushions stretching out with well-practiced apathy, who knew it was this tiring looking for ancient wizard treasure you'd think they'd be more considerate and leave it out in the open. But no, here he was in the middle of nowhere on this dust ball looking for ancient Kashvar artifacts and he hadn't even found one magic lamp yet.
So here he sat, well it would be a disservice to say he was sitting on his hand's and waiting for the night when it wasn't so ass blisteringly hot, he was relaxing on a bed of cushions he had procured from his ship and was wearing a loose fitting outfit the kind that goes with the words 'sultan' 'prince of the dunes' or 'desert rich man'. It had black sashes that crisscrossed his waist and gold that ran its length with ripe red gems, that if he stood in the sun he would shine and very likely blind everyone in a five-foot radius of him. He was fulfilling every Arabian Nights trope he could, now all he needed was thirty-nine thieves or was it forty thieves and he'd be done. Tho what mostly spoiled this look was the horns that topped his head like a crown of ivory, and eye's that were red as the pits of hell. Can't do everything right can you?
"Bored." he bemoaned digging his hand into the sand, he shoveled it into two piles and made a complex gesture with his hand and breathed in and breathed out giving the breath of life to the sand, or at least a tiny fragment of his Ki which was anything but true life just puppets on a string and incredibly short strings at that, but then again wasn't that true of real life? Questions for later. They began to form small figurines without fine detail so only tiny silhouettes in the sand, he pointed at the two formations of sand people and brought them togeather instantly they lurched forward like jerky claymation they walked with a spasmodic movement to their step, something that betrayed their unlife even more than their appearance. They fought waging a tiny sandy war for the amusement of their creator.
When one side would fall he'd raise another, and again and again until even this slaughter of small people left him numb, he was left drawing lines in the sand figuratively and literally. "Again."
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Post by Vennel on Mar 25, 2017 8:42:40 GMT
[Power Setting In Use] [Power Level: 50'278/201’110]
A chirp from her scouter was what broke Vennel’s daze, as she sat in the lobby of the Cherry Valley Loft. Her scouter was laying next to her on the counter, as she’d wanted a moment away from She had just finished having a drink after having herself a meal in the restaurant. The place really did meet most of her needs. But something else was catching her interest. A power level nearly seventy-thousand strong just seemed to pop up out of no where. No, not no where, but it had only just now come into scanning range, surely. Nothing could just materialize like that, right? Well, so the saiyan thought. Setting her glass down, the saiyan pushed herself away from the lobby bar’s counter. Turning toward the barkeep, another of Alaistair’s staff she had failed to remember the name of, she called to her. “ Thanks for the food again, er…” Her voice trailed off as the woman’s hand flung up to meet her face in response. Somehow the saiyan was bad not only with manners, but names. If not for the saiyan’s appreciation of her talents, the bartender-slash-cook likely would have had told Alaistair off for letting such a woman stay for so long and plague her so. The tall, pink-red haired woman grimaced as she waved Vennel off. “ It’s Eres, I’ve told you before…” Vennel shrugged, not much caring either way. But she continued to head for the front door, fastening her scouter to her left eye as she moved. “ Right, well, tell Alaistair I’m heading to the desert, where that foreign power level came from.” And as she stepped out of the loft’s front door, she jettisoned off the ground and into the air, speeding off towards the new power level. Her power was suppressed, as she usually kept it, as she flew close to the sand, which flew out around her in a trail. * * * Finally, she seemed to be coming into view, seeing a horned saiyanoid form on the desert floor, musing to them self about something or another. She came to an abrupt stop some twenty or so feet away from the being. Sand and dust caught up around her, as it billowed around her form in her arrival. She grinned as she looked at the man. “ Well, so what have we here on Konats? A new arrival, eh?” Her tail fidgeted mildly as it clung to her waist, her curiosity piqued. He could have been hiding his power, but with each passing week, it seemed there were new arrivals to the planet, and she was pleased that her own power was catching up to if not surpassing more of them by each day. Perhaps her training regimen was indeed coming in handy and she was catching back up to some of the stronger forces in the galaxy. So the question she wished to know was just how powerful was this man? And if he was stronger than he let on, how much?
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 25, 2017 10:49:47 GMT
(Thread PL: 213,710) Alaistair had been deeply asleep, drool coming out of his mouth as he twitched and muttered on the couch. The Devil had been enjoying some well wished rest, and had been having a good dream in a fairly long while... That is, until he felt something stinging his neck. He clutched at it sleepily, not realizing it'd been a hand of someone. He felt fairly hot on top of that, getting into a sweat. On top of that, he could swear he heard a feminine voice, too, shouting at him. "Wha-What?""I said ye need to wake the hell up and teach that fat ass saiyan bitch some damn manners, you lazy good for nothin' boss!"Alaistair fully woke up with one of Eres's duplicates a lit in flame and wrapping a hand around his throat, as well as finding his cheeks stinging too. The demon cook had been peeved at Alaistair! Alaistair pulled her hand off his neck, sitting up and asking, "I hear you saying... You're talking about Vennel aren't you?""Of course I'm talking about Vennel! For I don't know how many times now, she's failed to recall my name, and I figured after serving her so much directly, she'd remember at least that!"It was too early in the morning for this crap. Alaistair got off the couch, and went to a drawer to get out some fresh clothes, as he stated, "I'll go have a talk with her... Don't suppose you know where she went?""Desert, foreign power or something like that. Do whatever you have to in order for her to remember my damn name already, and to also not be so demanding when she gets drunk!"The duplicate vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Alaistair alone in the penthouse to change into some clean clothes. He put on a black suit and a royal blue dress shirt, along with a pair of shades. It was too early in the morning for this... But he'd have to get it taken care of! Alaistair collect his red scouter and went out the large window a dozen feet away from the empty bed. In a few minutes, Alaistair would arrive outside what looked like an old temple of some sort. Vennel, as well as another presence not too different from his own, were inside it. Alaistair floated inside, remaining off the ground as he only realized now that he forgot his shoes! Alaistair would arrive at a antechamber, where Vennel and this other person were at. The guy looked like a horned version of Plato that was nesting upon a pile of pillows! "Looks like I wasn't too far behind, Vennel," Alaistair called as he floated up to her, "You left in a bit of a rude fashion before, which got me these burn marks from our lovely chef and bartender..! She asked me to come all the way out here, to tell you to show her some respect, since she's been cooking and serving you for some time, to put it mildly blunt. First, though, hello there, young man! My apologies for the rudeness being displayed here. My name is Alaistair!"( Mammon)
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Post by Mammon on Mar 25, 2017 11:58:44 GMT
The Devil Came Down To Konats The Forbidden Fruit
When the presence registered on his senses he was just conducting the hanging of five traitors to the sand people republic when he heard the voice "Ah, the Konats greeting board." the floor dropped out from under them and they began to do the hempen jig and spasm out the last of their sandy lives. "What do I owe the pleasure to for the presence of such a beautiful lady?" he looked up from his miniature executions and gave Vennel, a smile well someone might call it a smile in the same sense a lion is technically just a very big cat. It was the raising of the lip's to display sharpened canines that put one in the mind of 'my what big teeth you have grandma'.
He tracked his hand behind the bed of pillows and withdrew a bowl of ripe ready fruit, it was thee bowl of fruit the one you see in paintings or on movie sets, the apple has a sheen, the grapes seem to cast their own light and somewhere distant you could swear an angelic choir sang. "Apple?" he offered reaching out to pick it up and throwing it at Vennel, would she accept the apple from the literal demon? And in doing so ignore thousands of years of cautionary advice and make a very big bearded man angry.
Speaking about making people angry another demon walked in, his hair began to stand on end it wasn't so much fear of the person but a natural reaction to another stronger demon, you either showed your throat and submitted or challenged him for his role as pack leader. Or at least that thought screamed in his head from some primordial place where dinosaurs still walked around. "There's nothing to forgive, the lady was just blessing me with her company." he said in a suave voice that just oozed class and culture like a sewage pipe that had sprung a leak, he was going to kill him with kindness. "Alaistair, it's a ple-asure to meet you." he drew out the word 'pleasure' he made it stretch and squirm under his mouth, speaking of that a thin tongue poked out from behind his lip's it was that of a serpent ending with two prongs that fanned out tasting the air.
"You must sit, please there's enough pillows for all." he leaned back and began to help himself to the grapes, popping them into his mouth one after the other. He dropped his power level in a gesture of respect a display nonviolence and in so doing so the numbers began to drop and bounce down one after the other till 6-6-6 the number of the beast, it had taken him two days of practiced in front of a scouter but he had gotten the numbers right and anyone who appreciate theatrics would appreciate this, he was dramatic as all hell and he knew a thing or two about hell.
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Post by Vennel on Mar 25, 2017 18:14:32 GMT
She’d arrived not long before Alaistair had, which was something of a surprise for Vennel. She half expected for Alaistair to have been there already, what with his well connected nature in always having an iron in the fire. But for the first time, the saiyan had reached a new arrival before Alaistair had. But almost as soon as he had arrived, he had begun a brief lecture on etiquette regarding his serving staff member’s request. Was she really so nettled about Vennel’s disinterest in her name? Or perhaps there was more to it than that. A smug smile and a shrug of resignation betrayed a mild interest in the topic. “ Some times I wonder if it’s your staff who serve you, or the other way around.” But the devil she knew was seeking to apologize for any sleight made toward the newcomer in not immediately introducing themselves. Something the warrior woman saw little interest in, with someone she didn’t know the name of herself. But the horned stranger seemed to produce a bowl of fruit from mallet space, coupled with a subtle fanfare that truly made for a strange presentation. A tossed apple was offered to Vennel, who snatched it from the air. It was a strange thing, was it food? And if so, just where was it that it was kept in such a good condition, out here in the desert. Lifting it to her lips, she bit into the fruit, and was surprised to find it was quite juicy and tasted sweet. Oblivious to dirtling traditions and lore of demons, as her own people had very different ideas of what a demon was, like Zuni. But still, the fruit was somewhat appreciated, food always being so to a saiyan. Hearing the two men introduce themselves, she snickered. It was as if having horns compelled a sort of suave indifference out of anyone to find themselves in the company of others. Vennel wondered just how the two of them would interact further beyond their greeting, as Vennel watched the numbers on her scouters plummet, from the new arrival. The rested at a low number, six hundred and sixty-six. It was an odd number, but at the very least for someone without a visible scouter, it seemed a practiced motion. Nice party trick.Her thoughts echoed what must have been Mammon’s own, or so she thought. “ I think I’ll be just fine on my own feet for now. So, you have a name, stranger? And what brings you to Konats, just hanging around ruined temples of the Kashvar? Most people tend to avoid these places.” She took another bite of the apple, as she waited for the man’s response. It was curious, just how popular this sandy rock had become in recent days. Especially with how it seemed this one was interested in the Kashvar of all people. The people here may have had their superstitions about them, the boogey men who came for children in the night or some such. But what had actually made them of interest to this man were what intrigued Vennel. That, and his general business on the planet. [ Alaistair]
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 26, 2017 7:35:32 GMT
"Oh, this guy's got that, 'regal class,' about him! Albeit, he seems to wanna be seen as terrifying," Alaistair thought to himself, noting the animated sand in front of them. He was open about Vennel being a beauty, which Alaistair knew that she didn't need to be told that! An apple was tossed to her from a hidden bowl of fruit in the pillows, and before Alaistair could warn her about it, she took a bite. The Demon dropped his power level to, what Al's scouter registered, as 6-6-6, which didn't impress the Devil at all. He knew what the guy was going for and, frankly he could've just left his power up at full, but it seemed he wanted even more of that shock value. They were offered a seat, but Alaistair told him, whilst cross legged in the air with his tail trailing in the sand below, "I'm quite good, thank ya. Just woke up, after all, so gotta workout my energy, you know?"Vennel got to the questioning, so Alaistair didn't bother reiterating, remaining floating there with his attention focused to the demon before them. However, he did take a moment to turn his eyes to Vennel, messaging her head once again, "If you start feeling weird, let me know and I'll get ya back to the Loft's rejuvenation chamber... The guy's a Demon, who'll undoubtedly trick you into something if you're not careful."( Mammon)
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Post by Mammon on Mar 26, 2017 8:17:10 GMT
The Devil Came Down To Konats An Empire Gone In A Day
He lay there belly first his head leaning against his hands like a school girl about to write her first diary entry about the boy of her dreams, he didn't dream and he certainly wasn't gonna write about a boy. "Why Am I on Konats?" he mused aloud like he himself hadn't even thought of the answer, he flicked through a number smart ass comments and picked one appropriately. "For its beautiful beaches." he said with all the cheek he could muster, the kind that didn't sound like he was mocking you but laughing with you, of course sounds like and are two different things. "No but seriously, I'm here for the Kashvar or what is left of them."
Meanwhile- in the base of the sand people republic they were formulating a cunning scheme, they were going to overthrow the tyrannical rule of their dark master. This would be their last stand better to live life as a free sand individual than as a slave sand person. No more. They gathered their forces and began to arm their men. "Today we shall go to battle, many of us will not return maybe none of us shall. But this day we make a great stand against evil, we did not cower in our homes we fought. With the spirits of ancestors tortured for no Reason, for our father and mothers crushed beneath his boot, and our children who were strangled in their beds!"
This all registered on Mammon's sense as the squeaking of mice as he watched the sand people republic gear up to assault him, they had ranks upon ranks of horsemen, spearmen with their sandy banner held high, and proud warriors banging their shields and screaming battle cries. He throw a pillow at them the battle didn't last very long one minute there was the sand people republic the next there was a pillow on a small pile of sand. He had crushed them under his cushioned themed wrath. "As I was saying I'm here for the Kashvar relics, after all these were one of the most powerful cabal of mages in existence. Able to bind demons to their will through stave and stone."
"Why wouldn't I be interested in that." his legs were up in the air as he lay there rocking back and forth like some kid tuning into his favorite Saturday morning cartoon. "Now I've told you about myself, what about you?" he raised a brow the kind that goes with the phrase 'do go on'. "I'm just dying- to know all about you." he waved his hand again and began the slow process of watching a new batch of sand people rise, would they make the same mistake as their predecessors?
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Post by Vennel on Mar 26, 2017 19:16:20 GMT
The woman took another bite of the fruit that was handed her, , leaving another set of teeth marks on it’s surface. She didn’t have much else to much on with the captivation of the tiny sand people living out their tiny, futile lives. It was as if any time they were observed they were exhibiting a new stage of social development, culminating in their extinction at the hands of a throw pillow. For a minute, she snickered at the incidental mental pun she made before responding to Alaistair’s words that invaded her mind. Speaking from experience, are we?Her mental tone carried an air of coy sarcasm. True, the man they were dealing with had intentions unknown to them and her comrade could very well have been correct. But thanks for the offer. I’ll be sure to let you know if something were to go wrong.Mammon moved on to explain his purpose of Konats. He was in the Kashvar ruins trying to find relics. Or so he claimed, she wondered if he were being honest or it was merely another deceoption. After all, he had begun by explaining his reasons for being here with snark, so honesty didn’t seem to be the first impulse he had. But it seemed he had a sound reason for it either way. The kashvar, to her knowledge, did just as he said, and that might have held interest to a thrill-seeking demon. But before he’d even answered her questions, such as his name, he began to ask about them, before playing god once more to a new crop of creatures. It seemed rather odd, to imbue something with sentience, then just to take it away. Like tuffle-giving. “ Fair, an answer for a question. I came out here after your power level was picked up on my scouter, and I told my associate here where and what I was doing. And it seemed he came out here as well.” She rose her hand up and tapped the device that rested over her ear and eye, before tilting her head back at Mammon. “ So, your name. What is it. You still hadn’t answered that question. Have you something to hide, in that regard?” He was a tricky individual, to be sure. He likely wouldn’t give her the true name, if he could avoid it. And he likely could at this point. Still, she wondered what he would reply with.
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 26, 2017 20:27:58 GMT
"You can call it that, yes," Alaistair replied back, "But only in that I had helped people trapped by a Demon's trickery before, and rarely, it gets nasty. The last time that happened, I became what you see right now."
Vennel got to prying for the name of this demon, while Alaistair remained staring at the Konatsian-like demon. Maybe this guy was looking for the artifacts to smash them? He may have been a monster sealed in a Konatsian that won and now was just body puppeting them!
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Post by Mammon on Mar 27, 2017 0:09:28 GMT
The Devil Came Down To Konats Oh Cursed Voices!
"Have I?" said the man about to stab his partner in the back for his companion, only to notice his blade and say 'jeez, that's a big knife we going hunting?'. "Well let me reintroduce myself, I am called Mammon." he inclined his head slightly an honorific that put his head to the pillow. "That must be tiring if you go to everything your scouter picks up? Let alone my insignificant power." he began to divide the newly born sand people into two groups gesturing for them to make their homes separate, and then he reached out deep into the sand like sinking his hand into a deep pool it came up to his elbow before he effortlessly drew it out, clutched between his finger's were ten sand animals they were bovine in nature and had horns crowning their heads in ivory. He gave them all to one and by doing so created the first true divide between sand people A and sand people B. "I didn't ask about what you were doing here, I asked you to tell me about yourself?" he said in a voice that puts one in mind of the dark places, where things that squirm and writhe have dominion. The first dispute over the cows broke out with group A and B arguing loudly or to them they began squeaking, the first punch was swung and the first blow received and when they left sandy and scraped the first grudges were held in their small lives. "But what is one of my kin doing here? Perhaps you were freed from a block of salt, mayhaps you are bound no longer." he got up and like the circling shark he wound his way around Alaistair , in a counter-clockwise fashion looking him up and down from the souls of his boots to the tips of his horns or maybe yet still worrying from the tips of his soul. "I dig the suit by the way, I like a demon who embraces their nature with open arms."Speaking of nature the first skirmish of the sand people began, they had stolen four head of cattle and slaughtered the rest and left their heads as warning on the door step's of group A, this little sick pantomime of early life was not finished until one was wiped away and their land salted, which was harder than people thought cause they were in a desert and the only salt around for miles was in a salt shaker Mammon had dropped hours ago. Mammon, sat back with exaggerated relaxation his form sprawled out as if there wasn't a thing more comfortable than sand and cushions. "So Konats , what brings a daughter of Vegeta and blood of my blood child of the nether realm?" a second voice spoke from no apparent direction it had gravel in its voice a basso rumble, it was that of an old man who had seen the sun rise one too many times and found no joy in it. "They're probably here to steal our treasure." a second voice spoke this time a women who fills men's dreams so vibrantly with her visage. "Maybe they can help us." and a petulant voice spoke one too young to have even stepped out of the house and even too young to know true pain beyond a scraped knee. "I won't share." then they all spoke as one while Mammon, waved a hand in front of his mouth yawning. "What will they do?""Sorry, I have the three souls of a prideful man, a seducer, and a spirit of greed. They talk their mind when I don't keep them in check." he was an actor and this was his stage, he'd lead them on and weave so many airs of mystery around these two not even he would know where they ended. These were no more spirits than the sand people, people. Another puppet on a string. "Ignore them, if you let them talk to you they will gnaw at your fears till you are but a shell. " he said looking up as if he could actually see their phantasmal forms above him, his red eye's reflecting darkly in the low light. But of course there was nothing there and it was all just one big pantomime.
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Post by Vennel on Mar 28, 2017 18:45:25 GMT
Hearing Alaistair’s words in her mind, she hadn’t expected him to take her tongue-in-cheek words so literally and seriously. So it seemed he had done some of what she implied before. Not that she cared, but his honesty on the matter definitely framed the devil in a new light. She thought to herself once more, in case he was still listening to her thoughts. Her mental tone was similarly playful as her last, to indicate the levity of her thoughts, hoping they wouldn’t be taken so literally. I’ll have to keep that in mind next time I eat some of that food of yours.However, Mammon then made an interesting point, one that she hadn’t quite realized herself. Why exactly was she always sallying forth to meet newcomers of substantial power. True, his power was above normal, but he wasn’t a threat to her by any means. Then again, her own power was suppressed almost constantly. She grinned as her mind shortly found an answer for herself. As she had been thinking on what he said, she noticed he gave birth to a new set of “living” sand people. And as he had, he had posed a clarification to his question. And it was one that she wasn’t quite used to either. No one had ever really asked her about herself. “ I suppose I’m just curious then. Your energy may have lowered since we arrived, but it was nearly at seventy-thousand. That’s a rather large number, seeing as my own only just breaches fifty-thousand myself. So I’d hardly call yours insignificant.” But as she finished responding to Mammon’s inquiries, he began to speak with Alaistair, and as that had finished, other voices became noticeable. Ones that seemed to emanate from no particular direction. They went on about their own musings, and some treasure they thought that she and her companion were after. His words of caution were noted, though she was far from fearful of his warning. She had been a shell of her former self when she first arrived to Konats. And after not too long, she’d found her renewed purpose, with Alaistair’s help of course. So the idea of a new entity, or three, attempting to do so to her, wasn’t something that scared her. “ Then perhaps, as you say, you ought to keep them in line.” It seemed the man was intent to coyly play with herself and Alaistair, placating their curiosities but never truly indulging them. If he was truly here just for Kashvari treasures, then he would be on their own. They were so few in number that they wouldn’t be of any consequence for much longer. Not after their plan was underway. Still, it seemed curious that so many now found themselves coming to the desert world. Was there perhaps a different goal of his? Either way, she wondered what Alaistair would do, and how he might react. After all, these two seemed to share a common heritage, and it was rare she’d met people of their species. If one could even call what they were a species. [ Alaistair]
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 28, 2017 20:16:35 GMT
Alaistair laughed, both toward the message Vennel sent to him, and to the mention of being 'kin' to this guy. To Vennel, he relayed, "Remember, I'm not the one cooking! Eres is, and there's been times before where great tasting food went sour upon touching my tongue and gave my digestion issues without ingesting the food. Ergo me alerting you about that.""Ah, you're too kind, Mammon," Alaistair retorted, taking his glasses off and slipping them into jacket pocket, before his ruby eyes would pierce towards Mammon's, "However, I am FAR more ancient than the trinkets on this planet and yourself, so it'd be insulting to lop me into the group of those trapped in here."Other voices showed up around them, Alaistair shooting his eyes to Vennel while Mammon encircled them. His energy directed to her suggested her to simply remain calm, his eyes and expression showing that calmness, too, as he returned to the demon Mammon, whose gaze went upward in a way that Alaistair could relate. Mammon even suggested ignoring them, Alaistair clicking his tongue with a headshake. "Mammon, boy, you really shouldn't let those three tamper with your mind! It'll make you seem weak, among demons," Alaistair spoke to the Demon, his tone weighty from it, "And it's very sad to see a Demon not able to control the spirits within him to the point they speak openly to the living."( mammon)
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Post by Mammon on Mar 29, 2017 3:32:30 GMT
The Devil Came Down To Konats The Corner
"But at least you travel in good company, his is nothing to scoff at." yeah and it scared the hell out of him, and he had a good idea what hell looked like, it was a universe of under siege where millions of worlds burned under dark banners, where torture, violence were all common place and the worth of life was counted in the single digits. And this creature would've led a host if he was back home, it made his hackles rise and made him restless.
"...ruby eyes would pierce towards Mammon's..." When ruby eyes met he couldn't help it, like a deer stuck in the 'deadlights' of car about to introduce itself and the driver to the idea of impact with bloody results, his instincts took over and he bared his teeth like a cornered dog each tooth a razor in a chainsaw of a mouth. And before he could stop himself a guttural sound was bubbling up from his throat a low feral growl that shouldn't be possible from any human throat, and he took a deep breath centred himself for a moment and gained composure 'he wasn't an animal' he thought to himself and the world seemed to stop spinning and everything gained dark clarity once more. "As you say Alaistair."
He waved a hand in some quick gesture that sliced through the air, and the voices that had been muttering now petered out until they no longer could be heard. "Now you've sated curiosity, now what?" he asked letting the question hang in the air as he purposefully turned away and began administrating to his sand people. They had begun to build a small horned statue and were now wearing what appeared to be small manufactured horns out whatever they could find, incidentally they had learned from their predecessor mistake and now appealed to vanity.
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Post by Vennel on Mar 30, 2017 4:58:56 GMT
It was interesting, to say the least. Alaistair found the fact that Mammon had spirits that inhabit him to be something common place. Was this normal for their kind? Theirs was truly an interesting sort. They didn’t look particularly similar, aside from the horns, but perhaps that was another common aspect of their species. But after the two of them shared a brief exchange of words, that from her perspective seemed more like posturing, she had a question posed toward her. The demon had an interesting question. Her curiosity had been sated, what else did she have in terms of a purpose here. Well, for starters, she was near some of the Kashvari ruins, and she’d been meaning to inspect them for clues as to the location of the remaining magicians. Though, Vennel was beginning to think that these magicians weren’t as worthwhile a goal to pursue the end of. She had seen them as a stop gap to sate her own fighting wants as she waited for Alaistair’s goals to be set into motion, but those seemed to be coming along quite a deal sooner than she’d anticipated. “ Hm, I suppose there’s not much else here then for me, really. Unless you can think of a reason for me to stay?” Turning toward Alaistair, Vennel’s right brow arched up inquisitively. “ So, what do you think?” Her eyes glanced toward Mammon, careful not to let her guard down around the stranger, but all the same, not sure what to make of him. She hoped that the devil might have a better idea since they were, at least tangentially, related. [ Alaistair]
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 30, 2017 5:49:45 GMT
"Much better," Alaistair spoke in response to Mammon, who'd been acting like nothing more than a wild snake, who'd been rattling its tail to scare them, "Now, I do believe you mentioned something about 'brethren' in some of these mystical items in this place, hadn't you Mammon? You mean the items left behind by the Kashvar, who've gone into hiding!"Alaistair begun to float around the room, his attention directed elsewhere so Mammon could breathe! He went around to the nearby pillars, brushing his hand up to them as he uttered from high above, "I would doubt they'd attempt to return to a place like this, especially since you've come to take leisurely residence here, Mammon. These structures look long overdo for a good dusting! Whatever made them abandon this place is an unknown, but wouldn't it be interesting to find that out?"The Devil floated back down, remaining cross legged this whole time and tapping his chin whilst thinking to himself. He did need to figure out how the Kashvar transported the planet from the Southern Galaxy to all the way here, before he could transport it there. Not to mention, there was also the question of 'why' Konats had been brought to this part of the universe! ( Mammon)
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