Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Mar 12, 2011 18:14:29 GMT 10
Ever since the supposed 'death' of Tom. The bar's oldest employee, a shadow of great dullness had fallen over the bar. As if, everyone knew that whoever murdered him would steal another chance and perhaps decide to kill again.
Never realizing that, the man, that was currently drowning down bourbon, as if water were the acid staining his liver instead, was in fact the murderer, and had again tonight. On the lower streets of the underground. He didn't exactly commit the murder, all this sly man had to do was say a few bewitching words, and the victim cut her own heart out, as if cutting a difficult piece of timber.
The blood wasn't what this man wanted to see, no, more the horror, and the desperate shine the eyes would display once the victim was helpless to save themselves. He needed to see that look on his fathers face.
With the loud clinking of glass and teeth, Ethan swallowed another drink, crimson eyes lifeless, as he scanned the people hopelessly living their life's. As if you could, when this place reeked of death.
Elbows hitting the bar, Ethan dropped his glass, amusement passing his face as he just watched it continue to drop.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 13, 2011 22:10:43 GMT 10
Adam made his way along the paved streets. Avoiding light sources. He felt out of place, he belonged in the forest, but he had searched, and only found that this was the place for information. His green mottled cloak was not suited to this environment, yet he was still invisible to anyone looking his way. The devils drink, the cracked sign read. He had been here before, and diddnt think the bar tender would welcome him, but he diddnt have to. Adam entered, and the foul smell washed over him. The bar was full of dour patrons, all looked drunk or daft, well they'd have to be to come to a place like this. Adam started moving about the room, inconspicious despite his glaring difference. He looked for the spark of intellegance in the eyes of the patrons, but it diddnt seem as if he would find any.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 13, 2011 22:30:30 GMT 10
It had been a longer night then C.C had expected it to be. The customers were bearable, but what really bothered her was the lack of Elias. The night shift was always his funner time. C.C feel that she missed him. Although, she, herself, didn't even know what it was like to be missed, to even know if she was actually missing him. With a sign, C.C's hazel eyes fell upon the new arrival. The man, that had ticked off Elias that morning. A smile found itself on her lips, while she moved to serve Ethan, a regular since Tom had died.
It was as if Ethan was in depression, for she always saw him down, or angry. But tonight he seemed happier than previous nights and C.C was aware of the way he liked to break the pub's glasses as if they were nothing.
"I would stop that if I were you." C.C warned him, again, while passing him. One of her eyebrows twitching as she did so. Making her way toward the newcomer.
"How may I help you tonight?" C.C asked, a friendly smile painted on her lips, while pulling her light green hair into a ponytail.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 14, 2011 17:43:31 GMT 10
"How may I help you tonight?" Adam turned to meet the pleasent smile of a barmaid with outrageous hair. His eyebrows shot up a moment, but her smile was genuin and he couldnt quite hold the 'serious as stone' maskerade while she looked at him like that, though the outward appearence was hardly noticable. "I'm looking for someone who has their ear to the ground"
She gave him a quizical look, and Adam scanned the bar quickly for threats. A few eyes were on them, but most staying on the girl, looking at her figure hungrily. Except one, a man at the bar who he had seen break the glass. Adam looked back to the barmaid as she spoke.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 15, 2011 15:57:52 GMT 10
C.C irked an eyebrow up at the man's question. Fully understand him, but remaining still, as her eyes hovered over to the drunkard, who had found himself a bed on the stone ground.
"If you look to your right, you'll find just that." C.C replied, letting a playful smile dance across her lips. It was obvious he wanted information, but it was too funny to pass up, besides, no one just came in and got what they wanted. They had to order a drink, and talk to a few people first.
If you don't know the rules, no one will want to play the game with you. To C.C it was that simple.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 15, 2011 17:37:18 GMT 10
Adam looked down. A man, sleeping or passed out on the ground. Did the barmaid really mean him? She walked off before he could ask any more questions. He looked down at the drunk sceptically, but knelt beside him anyway. He reached out and shook the mans shoulder, he diddnt stir. Adam shook him harder and he awoke. He coughed, hawked and spat on the floor, before grumbling "Bugger off mate" And layed back on the floor. Adam firmly gripped the mans shoulder and said "I was told you were the one to talk to for information" to which the drunk replied "I don't know nothin, now feck off forrest boy" Adam seriously doubted he would get anything usefull out of this man, but he tried once more, as he was about to speak, the drunk threw a clumsy punch. Adam avoided it, then clapped the drunk on the back of his head, he went out again, and this time he wouldnt be up for several hours. Annoyed, Adam stood.
The man that had broken the glass was still looking in his direction. Adam breezed past him. The barmaid was playing a game with him, he managed to piece together. This presented a problem as she was female. Adam was no bully, but he did tend to be direct with males, but this girl meant he would have to do an elaborate dance to get what he wanted while still adhering to the strict moral code imposed upon him as a child. He approached the barmaid again, he was sure she was expecting this. "I think you took me a little to litteral last time" He said in an amused voice, even managing to break out one of his small grins.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 15, 2011 18:38:26 GMT 10
C.C hid a giggle, as the man actually took her words to heart and asked the drunk man. It was disappointing to find people who didn't know she liked to play with newcomers. They were just too easy. Although, the way he reacted toward the drunk was cruel, it wasn't as if the man would of dealt real harm. Shaking her head, C.C picked up a glass, before moving toward him.
"No, you took me too literal." She didn't want an argument, and judging by how this guy usual dealt with people, she already knew trouble was brewing. But she still placed the glass she was holding in front of him.
"Now, I suggest you drink something. It makes you look as if you 'fit' in." C.C wasn't one to let a sheep get eaten by wolfs, not one's that just seemed to want to throw themselves at their prey. She would help, if only to appease herself. She didn't want to find his corpse outside, knowing she could of prevented it.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 15, 2011 19:44:53 GMT 10
The barmaid placed a glass on the counter next to him. For a moment he thought she was daft setting an empty glass beside him Then he realised she was waiting for him to order, and felt a fool himself. He drew a silver coin out of his well guarded, and well hidden purse, and handed it to her. "Ugh.........an apple cider, if you would" Adam despised alcohol, but apple cider was the only thing he could think of at that moment. He took a seat on one of the stools there, slouching and lowering his head as if depressed, matching the posture of all the other patrons, but his eyes remained sharp. "Whats your name, if i may ask?"
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 15, 2011 20:49:24 GMT 10
Watching the man with curiosity, C.C went and got him a bottle. Placing it in front of him, while opening it for him. Putting the glass away, for the bottle would be enough. She was doubtful about how he could survive here. O.S didn't seem the place for him, but he did reek of the forest, so maybe like Zahi, he just wasn't use to all the hype that was common with human's.
Dragging her fingertips on the bench, she peered to the side at Ethan. Making sure that he wasn't about to drop another glass. She refused to serve him if he did it one last time. Elias would already be furious.
"You may," C.C replied, letting his question linger in the air, she wasn't at all inspired to answer that question straight away. Besides a name didn't really offer much here, or the underground. And he definitely didn't seem the type to wander the underground.
"But I would prefer it if you gave me yours first." C.C counteracted his question, all the while smiling like she was enjoying messing with him. Truth be told, she was. But she wouldn't let that show too much. It might scare away potential customers. Although, she wouldn't mind that too much.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 15, 2011 21:46:40 GMT 10
Adam raised one eyebrow. It seemed he had finally met a quick witted opponent to verbally joust with. Adam took up the bottle and looked at it like it was formed from cowdung, however, not wanting to potential offend the barmaid, studdies how the other patrons were drinking. Adam pursed the bottle to his lips and swung his head back as the other patrons, seemingly taking a huge gulp, but only taking a small sip. It was still alcohol, and he despised it, but at least she had been kind enough to not give him a bottle of rot-gut. He met her eyes again, wondering if he had fooled her. He was used to staying in taverns during his travels, but he rarely had to deal with someone who had the intellegance this girl looked like she possesed. "Thats only fair. My name is Adam Strongwill. You may simply call me Adam."
There was something about this barmaid, this serving girl. There was a light behind her eyes that betrayed her intellegance, and he suspected she used her quick wit more often than not. He pondered a moment as to why a girl like this was working here, when he became aware of the man who had dropped the glass again. Adam diddnt like being stared at, his instincts were to hide unless someone needed him, he felt a confrontation brewing if this man did not mind his own buisness.
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Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Mar 16, 2011 13:30:02 GMT 10
With dark eyes set on the shards, shimmering on the stone floor, Ethan lovingly curved a finger around the few along the bench in front of him. His lips morphing into a coy smile, as the words of warning passed his ears. Reluctantly though, he withdraw his hand from the pieces. A wise choice, as he liked this bar, no matter who he despised, he wouldn't want the barmaid to have to draw anymore attention toward himself. He was after all, meant to be holding a low profile.
Straightening his back out of pure habit, listening for the few bones crack with relief. Ethan reached into his coat, pulling of a cigarette and holding it between his lips. Just holding it there for the moment, as his mind started to haze over from the shots of bourbon. His eye lid's growing heavy, as he lazily moved his legs to lean, comfortable on the bench. His boots shinning a threatening black against the wooden colour of the bench.
When the barmaid come by, Ethan swiftly took hold of her wrist. Crimson eyes already misty with golden hues.
"Another drink wench," he more commanded then anything else. "And dear, clean this up." His words entwined softly with his bewitching ability. Getting into her mind, making her do what he was requesting. It didn't always work, but he knew for a fact, that this barmaid was acceptable to it, as a magus had in the pass messed with her mind. He couldn't care less about the other's currently in the pub, he was minding his own business, so should they.
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 16, 2011 13:58:45 GMT 10
Adam.
It was a common enough name. One she hadn't heard be passed around in any of her close circles, so he was an unknown. He didn't know much about anything, and if she was right, that meant he was pretty much new in all regards. It was possible he was just looking for advice about why he was actually on this island in the first place. It wasn't entirely welcoming, C.C still remembered one of her first times. A memory she would gladly give up.
"C.C." She told him, her eyes shining brightly. Turning as she did, she got his name, and gave him advice. To blend. Her job was done. Her shift would be over soon, and then she could go and find Elias. Although, before she managed to get back around the bar, a hand encircled around her thin wrist. Tightening the longer it held. Dark eyes already on her's as once again, her mind felt like an intruder was placing their thoughts in her's without permission.
"Another drink wench." She was already pouring the drink he wanted, without much thought, her hazel eyes dimming in colour as they took on a golden sheen. The same as Ethan's golden hues. Her face, like a perfect blank canvas, as she grabbed a dust pan. Her body trembling as it did so. Trying to fight off his Magus powers.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 16, 2011 19:42:59 GMT 10
Adam kept his eye on......CC. He knew that she worked here, he knew that she would have to be able to handle herself, and would be used to dealing with these kind of men, but he still diddnt like the looks she was getting. He stiffined when the man grabbed her arm, and his hand subconciously went to the hilt of his knife. He ordered her to get him another drink and to clean the mess he had made. Then Adam shot up straight. She pored him a drink. But her face was pale, strained. She grabbed a dust pan and brush, and was trembling. She thought she looked like she was terified of this man.
Adam stood and glided across the room, he knew if he came back to this place he would probably get into a confrontation, it seemed this was to be it. CC was brushing up the glass. Adam placed a open hand on her stomach and gently pushed her back so she was behind him. Adam stood with his cloak encircling him, so only his face was visible, though he had drawn his cowl up. His arms, unseen, were in position. One on the hilt of his heavy Saxe knife, the other poised at the ready, in case this man pulled a knife on him. "A man should clean up his own mess, dont you think?" Adams normally cool voice came out in an angry hiss, not much above a whisper, but it dripped with menace. He had just given the only warning he would give.
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Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Mar 22, 2011 20:43:47 GMT 10
Ethan sneered at the interruption, instantly cutting his mind off from C.C's. Casually, he turned his eye sight onto the would-be-hero. His enjoyment shorten by a useless piece of space wearing, basically, all green. As if he would blend in here, a pub. Just by looking at him, Ethan could tell, this man, no, boy was more suited for the forest. Why he was even here, Ethan didn't give a shyte, but now that the little f*cker was here, he was making Ethan's mood swiftly deteriorate.
"You're barely a man, boy. You don't know anything." Ethan almost hissed out his words, but they came out clear.
"Run along, back to the forest." With each word, Ethan stared intently, eyes twirling with golden flecks, intending to use his ability to make the boy go away. Digging up the most basic instincts in the boy's mind. As if he's own body would want him to leave.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Mar 22, 2011 23:01:25 GMT 10
Images flashed into Adams head, of the forest, of dappled sunlight, of running free. He wanted to go, he wanted to be among the trees, where he was in his element, this place wasn't for him, what was he even doing here. He took a half step, as if to leave, but then froze solid. What was he doing, this girl needed his help..... And it hit him like a wall.
He had flashback of his life, from early childhood to the destruction of his coven. He remembered how he was supposed to protect people, to keep them from harm, how he was always supposed to keep harm from good people. It reverberated to the core of his being. He would protect anyone, but he was especially supposed to protect women, girl, that was imbued on him since before he could remember. Adam would jump in front of a train if it meant he would push this girl out of the way. And yet here he was, about to go frolicking off in the forest when she earnestly needed him. Rage filled Adam as he realized he was failing, he was failing his coven, his family, himself. He existed solely to protect others, and yet when the time came, he fled? No, Adam would not flee. He grabbed his rage and made it flare, drawing strength from it.
He turned back to the man, who had a shocked expression on his face. In one swift movement Adam drew his heavy Saxe knife and whacked the man across the cheek with it. He used the blunt side, the side that was used for blocking. It didn't slice the mans cheek open, but Adam put a lot of force behind it. A clear red line was drawn across the mans cheek, it would sting like the high heavens, as opposed to a fading pain that a blunt punch would deliver. The man would be feeling that particular injury for weeks to come. Adam grabbed him by the coaler and brought them face to face. "Apologize to her, NOW"
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Post by Lady C.C on Mar 29, 2011 20:35:23 GMT 10
The voice brought about the lack of control, a sense of drifting in a black void of surrender. C.C hadn't felt this since the last time. - A time she couldn't remember clearly, but a dull ache of pain reminding her of being wronged by the creatures known as the magus.
The fogginess slowly, and abruptly swept from the mist of her mind. As if awaking from a bad dream, C.C blinked several times. Hazel eyes focusing dimly on Adam. Who was in front of her, his stance indicating that he was protecting her, by putting himself there as a shield. It made her cheeks grow in colour. Embarrassed by the sudden time that had passed without her knowledge and the need for someone to protect her against Ethan's mind evasion. She didn't exactly know it, but she was afraid.
"I'm sorry" C.C spoke, her words echoing in her own ears as she turned away. Running from them. She didn't want to see anymore. Nor be around the magus. They made things happen, mostly bad things when C.C was involved. She didn't want to be apart of it anymore. She just wanted peace, and this was all too much. Someone else could take over. C.C was done for the day.
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Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Apr 3, 2011 20:29:48 GMT 10
Ethan cringed, eyebrow's deepening while he tried to keep himself standing from the sudden movement he was forced to make. The bar blurred into itself for the duration until he found a face, rudely blocking the odd display of colour passing his eyes. It was more so odd, that he found his cheek blazing with warmth, he had to remind himself that the boy had struck him with the end of a blade. Before proceeding to shove his own face level with Ethan's.
Blinking mockingly, Ethan grinned with his teeth shining through. Before his dark crimson eyes lightened, as if a fire tore through them. Ethan could hardly keep the laughter from showing on his face. The alcohol he had drank, helping sooth the pain, he should of been feeling from his cheek. And his rage, which was kept caged.
"Now why would I do something like that?" Ethan breathed out, the bourbon easily sliding from his breath. He heard the words of the wench, as she fled. Green wisps of hair disappearing, just as she did.
"She's only one of them." Ethan seemed to spit the word 'them' out like it was something foul. Eye's flickering from the green hair, to the boy.
"She's not one of us." He finally said, as if that was all that needed explaining. He after all didn't think much of others, only really thinking that those who had powers should use them whenever they chose. They had the power, so should be seen as gods. But Ethan knew not to voice such views out loud. He knew, from his studies of the island, that wars had broken out before, just from the same views he now held. Ethan didn't want a war, just a little chaos to fill the time.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Apr 4, 2011 21:27:07 GMT 10
Adams rage crossed the threshhold. THAT threshhold. His anger became so intense that Adam felt like he was about to lose controll.....then it seemed to implode upon itself, become cold, a cold even more intense than the heat of his anger. Adam leaned forwards to whisper in the mans ear, and when it came out, it sounded like old man grim himself was speaking. Everyone within earshot got goosebumps, and the fire in the mans eyes went out, extinguished by the deathly chill. "Because if you dont....." Adam grabbed the mans head with one hand, and SLAMMED it down onto the bar with all his force. The bar itself cracked, not by much, but the wood on the impact zone was splintered downward, and the sound of it made the entire room fall silent. Adam lifted the mans head back up to its origional position. Blood flowing freely from his right temple now, at the edge of his forehead. ".....things are going to go, oh-so VERY badly for you"
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Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Apr 6, 2011 12:55:48 GMT 10
A calculating look took hold of Ethan's face. One that suggested he was planning something far greater than anything before, for this boy had just become apart of his plans. The look was gone just as quickly as it appeared. His mind taken by the intoxication that muddled it.
With few sharp words spoken from the boy's mouth, a force was placed on the side of his head. The bar connecting a second later with a resounding crack, his world becoming a dark void. As if he had forgotten to breath, but he managed to stay conscious. Barely noticing through his haze, the blood that made it's way down his head, some leaking across his right eye, creating an image of pure insanity as Ethan's lips formed a half smile. One that held no joy, but a promise of future torment.
Although, he could only see through a vision of white dots, his ears hissing out a plain high pitched noise. Ringing. He could make out the words the boy spoke. Making his smile grow in intensity.
"And you think," Ethan leaned forward, his eyes steady as he could make them, "That by shoving your weight around you can make me?" A laugh, that could only be described as animalisticly wolfish erupted from Ethan's lips. While he leaned back, seemingly enjoying making the boy angry. He did, in a sense that, Ethan knew where the boy went to school and the fact the boy was a magus like him, it was a wonder they hadn't met sooner. That lead to Ethan knowing the boy was new. For it was hard to wander past someone without remembering their face here.
"Go on hero, do your worst" Ethan bit out, roughly pushing the boy's hand away from him.
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Post by Adam Strongwill on Apr 6, 2011 21:57:37 GMT 10
Adam wasnt expecting the laughter, not from this man. Adam had come across many, MANY bad people in his life, some seeming good, until they revealed themselves, some being nothing but bullies, while others were simply phsycotic, Adam now knew this man was the latter "And you think, that by shoving your weight around you can make me?" The man let out a disturbing laugh then, Adam now KNEW this man was crazy. "Go on hero, do your worst" He pushed Adam away from him, than sat there, leering at him. Adam smiled himself. "You think me some small town bully?" Adam despised bullies, they thought they were so tough, and they were used to getting their own way, those type of people crumbled once they realised they had met someone more than their match. Adam lifted his right hand, to stare at it idley. "The thing about force, is that any idiot can wield it, no, i will not muscle you with brute force" Adams hand snaked out, two fingers extended, he forced them up under the mans ribcage, Adam, flowing through his actions with a long practiced grace, took a step closer, and slammed the very tip of his thumb into the back of the mans neck, going between the vertibrae. Adam spinned, and with the same hand jabbed all his fingers up under his chin, and with his thumb forced it into his mouth, so that his thumb and fingers were almost meeting, seperated only by the bottom of the mans mouth. Adam had a firm grip on the mans jaw, and raised his head to look into his eyes. "But i will show you what a little in the right place can do" With that Adam kicked the stool out from under the man. As he fell Adam kept a firm grip on his jaw, and used his own weight against him, pulling him into and underarm throw, before releasing him to send him flying accross the room to crash into some other patrons table. Beer and mugs flying everywhere. The whole movement may have even looked commicle if it wasnt for the seriousness of the situation. Adam strolled over, chill anger eminating from him like that of a stormcloud. Adam went for one of the more......effective pressure points this time. The man was sprawled on the ground. Again using two fingers, Adam jammed them between the mans neck and his coller bone, pushing down deep. Adam lifted him up and whispered, the deathly chill back in his voice, the one that seemed to ice your own heart. "You think you can treat girls like your playthings, like your personal amusement toys, like their not human, well you cant, not while im here" With that Adam dragged the man outside, and just down the road into a nearby alley. With defthands, without drawing blood, and dooing it with almost no effort, Adam quickly snapped the mans nose, every finger on his hands, both his wrists, and then with sharp short crack from his elbow, every rib on his right side. By this point the pain must have been excruciating, and Adam wasnt sure if it would be any use, but he spoke to the man again anyway. "Now i believe in redemption, so i wont kill you, not this time, but if i ever come accross you again, and you havent changed, then you wont be so lucky next time" Adam drew back for one final hit. With the mans head firmly in his hand, he SLAMMED it against the wall, when he let go the man slumped to the ground, unconcious or not Adam diddnt care. He spun on his heel, his cloak billowing out, and started walking back towards the forest.
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