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Post by Anton Nystrom on Feb 16, 2014 1:27:28 GMT
There was always something to look forward to. Perhaps it was your family, perhaps it was a place where something great happened, and perhaps it was simply just the weather, but there was always something to see in the future. This night was no different for a man sitting on one of the piers. The pier was desolate besides him; no airship was there, so no reason to stay on the pier, but he was most certainly watching something in the distance. This something could be seen if one knew it was there, or had particularly sharp eyes, or simply caught the moonlight at the perfect angle, but this something was most certainly not interesting to watch. It was an airship -- Huginn to be exact, patrolling the city as it would. The drakkar wasn't the fastest or strongest of all the ships, but its speed was quick enough to patrol the city, its strength was strong enough to hold up, and its firepower was definitely deadly for a ship of its speed. This man was watching the ship that he fondly remembers as a child. He didn't grow up on it as much as he grew up on Midgardborg, but the adventures that happened on that ship were most certainly worthy of remembering, even if it meant staying out till just after the sun set and watching it make its patrols. But with memories came bitter nostalgia. This man, however, basked in the nostalgia. He saw it as pleasant enjoyment of the past, not as bitter realizations that memories were just that. The nostalgia was something that he looked forward to when he could manage it, and almost as if playing to the child that he once was, he sat up from the ground and walked forward, carefully placing each foot in front of the other, which his hands outstretched. He walked the path the he so often walked as a child, after being on duty for a while, he would get a break and be let off, and he walked down this pier with everyone else. But as he reached the start of the pier, his childish smile began to slip away. The world was not as it was so long ago. His "dream" was acquired -- he had become a Drakonrhedi. But now what? His life was no longer that of a Hrafnung. He knew this the moment that he agreed to it. His life was that of a Draknrhedi. He was given far less time on the Midgardborg than he was used to, and beyond that, he would never take part in the defense of Midgardborg as he expected. He may have dreamed to be a Drakonrhedi, and he may have seen all of the fantastic wonders that come with it, but he would always forget how beautifully simple life could be until he stepped into the child that he once was. This man was far from a child now. His name was Anton Nystrom, and he was someone now, someone with a purpose of his own. But, beyond that, he wondered if he was meaningful. These questions plagued him as he stayed there, not quite off the pier, but not quite on it. Eventually, he came to a conclusion. A mournful smile was drawn on his face, and sat down in that mid-way spot, but he could no longer see the drakkar in the distance. It was gone from him until the next morning. "I suppose I should have seen this, no?" Anton mused to himself. The rustle of people was behind him, where the mysteries of the world were in front of him. A knot began to tie itself in his stomach as he watched the now dark sky. "I'm the one who has to face and protect us from those mysteries, so why am I so afraid of them?" He shook his head and lay down, looking at the stars above. "These aren't so mysterious, I suppose... Though astronomers would care to disagree with me." He watched the stars twinkle above, wondering if there was anything more to them than was told. "Of course there is... But for now, they're just stars. The beautiful sea of stars that fills our night sky."Inspiration: I AM IN A THOUGHTFUL MOOD Notes: IS IT CEDRIC? I HOPE IT'S CEDRIC WHO'S COMING. |
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Feb 16, 2014 6:08:49 GMT
Cedric was taking a walk.
He was very good at taking walks, and also very prone to taking them. He was equally prone to having his walks interrupted by something interesting or violent. He figured that was the main reason he was a Vetr--he attracted enough trouble for him to get accustomed to it and learn how to handle such situations.
It was, in a trite saying, 'both a blessing and a curse.'
Tonight, he hummed as he went along his merry way through the streets. Sometimes he looked for interesting things to do, other times he just waited until one smacked him in the face. Things were very good at smacking him in the face at the least opportune moment, however, so he figured he may as well settle down.
He was in disguise, hidden as a young blonde man in the clothes of a technician. A technician who worked on the ships of the Drakonrhedi, he decided... why not? He felt like being a Wulfing tonight. Yes. He was a Wulfing.
To others, tossing around clan names might give them some form of discomfort, like trying on wet socks a couple sizes too big, but to Cedric it was another day on the job. He didn't care much for clan names. He'd forsaken his own when he joined the Drakonrhedi. Besides, who wouldn't want wonderful little me in their clan? I can out-Shakespeare any enemy.
Ced hid a smile, having amused himself greatly.
He found that his feet had carried him down a nearly deserted pier, bringing him to the side of a boy staring at the sky. He often walked uncommonly silently by accident--it was a habit from his stealth missions that he sort of just couldn't drop. Besides, it gave him opportunities to interrupt people at the best of times.
"I suppose I should have seen this, no? I'm the one who has to face and protect us from those mysteries, so why am I so afraid of them?"
Ahh, the mournful cry of a Tiro questioning his existence rings o'er the plains. The researcher draws closer, carefully. This beast is prone to snapping up like a steel trap if startled.
He'd made it almost to the end of the pier, where the boy now laid down. Ced was certain he'd seen this boy at the Drakonborg, too--he'd remember the hair.
"These aren't so mysterious, I suppose... Though astronomers would care to disagree with me. Of course there is... But for now, they're just stars. The beautiful sea of stars that fills our night sky," the Tiro murmured.
Cedric came to stand beside his head with a slightly louder, shuffling gait.
"You forget to mention that they are also our liberation." He smiled rather lopsidedly, slipping easily into the existential calm of the moment.
He elaborated, "For where would we be without those points of light? I can assure you that this behemoth of technology would not be here. Nor, indeed, would your wondrous Drakonborg. Indeed, I doubt that humanity would exist without them."
The Vetr tilted his head back, hair falling away from his face to reveal blue eyes. He looked almost like himself without the dyed locks, but, as per usual, he'd made sure that the man had been different enough. This particular guise was stole from a common cutthroat that tried to rob a Drakonrhedi caravan. Cedric had robbed him of his life.
"A field of distant blazing light," he mused, voice a murmur, but loud enough to be heard. "This, and more. These far-off celestial orbs that fill our sky are our salvation, my boy."
Now he simply had to wait for the kid's reply. Poor thing, getting messed around by a Vetr. Cedric could be a jerk sometimes.
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Post by Tate Jannesdóttir on Feb 16, 2014 18:54:48 GMT
The sounds of her skipping echoed all around the quiet street as Tate headed down it.
She’d ended up sitting with a group of people that worked for the Drakonrhedi after meeting one of them after a visit to Vidar a few hours earlier. He’d been in a rather grumpy mood with her, so she hadn’t stayed too long. Rounding a corner, Tate had to avoid the distracted male rather quickly and had somehow ended up being invited for a drink. Although she accepted, she soon found the conversation boring and not in the least bit interesting, so she made her excuses and left. She still didn’t know what they actually did, she hadn’t asked, and they hadn’t told. Not that it mattered; she doubted she’d see them much again. If the atmosphere was going to be anything but light, the subject at hand should have at least been interesting, which is exactly how she found herself in the maze of streets.
Now by herself, she was in a good mood. Spinning she turned and slid her way round the corner, her boots making a satisfying light scrape as she headed towards the nearest dock. Given how quiet the streets were, she figured that they would be less likely to be full of uninteresting people.
Her footsteps slowed and her happy demeanour changed as she spotted two figures on the dock near by. She watched as a blonde approached the other and decided to follow. Quietly, she crept up on the pair, listening intently. After all, what kind of Pryfektus would she be if she couldn’t sneak up on people now and again?
"This, and more. These far-off celestial orbs that fill our sky are our salvation, my boy."
Tate couldn’t help the light snort she gave when she heard this; she needed to hear more, for this, was definitely not going to be boring. With a light grin, she folded herself to sit beside the seated blue haired figure.
“Salvation…” she mused lightly, waiting the pair with interested eyes. “Oh please, Please tell me more” gesturing with her hand in a continue motion and tucking her wayward hair behind her ear.
She sat forward to give the impression of an eager student. If she was lucky, perhaps she would actually learn something. If not, it would keep her out of trouble for a few minutes at least.
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Post by Anton Nystrom on Feb 17, 2014 20:46:51 GMT
Anton's musings were interrupted by a man that, unknown to him, was certainly an expert at being frustrating. The man was in a disguise, and between that and the darkness, it was not something that Anton was going to recognize. Moreover, he had not realized that this man was even here yet, so he continued to trace the many constellations with his eyes until he heard the footsteps. Not particularly surprised, Anton tilted his back and to the side, so he could see the man. The man was no on in particular to Anton, so he took him simply for someone interrupting the calm of the night. “You forget to mention that they are our liberation,” he said, a smile on his face that spoke of knowledge and philosophical thinking, but only managed to irk Anton. “For where would we be without those points of light? I can assure you that this behemoth of technology would not be here. Nor, indeed, would your wondrous Drakonborg. Indeed, I doubt that humanity would exist without them.”This set Anton into a thoughtful mood. Despite his rashness and many anger issues, he was intelligent. It was a factor in how he learned his power so well, but often it was hidden by the blood lust that fueled him. Of course, the Drakonrhedi chose him for his knowledge and power, not his blood lust, but there was only so much you could do to tame a wild beast. Some beasts would continue with their natural instincts, even after learning how horrible they can be. That was much the same for Anton. The anger that seeped into his mind tainted the man in front of him with a type of hideous cruelty, there only to taunt him and make his night that much worse. Anton smiled very lightly, and opened his mouth to respond, but a new voice interrupted his thoughts once more. This time it was a woman, perhaps in her twenties or thirties, and seemed to have managed to sneak up on him. Anton rolled over so he could push himself up and into a sitting position. “Well, it seems we have a party. Anyone else we're inviting? Or is this going to be all of us?” His voice was layered with sarcasm and annoyance. He shook his head and turned to the man that had originally interrupted his thoughts. He stood there, all the same, with that smile on his face. “Regardless, the stars are above and they will stay there. There is no point in musing over them when there is information to be gathered, and there is no point disputing musings if there is no information, yes?” Anton glanced over to the woman who sat eagerly to listen. This woman was a curiosity to Anton: Why was she here? Why was she interested by the stars? And why the hell did anyone come to interrupt his musings of his past? “But more important than that!” he began, his voice loud with anger, “What are you two doing here? There isn't a ship to dock soon, and if I'm the source of you trotting on over here, I think you're a bit mistaken – I'm far from interesting. All I do is sit here and muse about ridiculous things in the sky as I wait for the night to end, which I think every young man who has curiosities of their existence would do at least once.” There were more questions he had about the duo in front of him than of the stars above his head, and yet he didn't quite think any of those questions would be answered either. Notes: well here have a bad reply I'M SORRY TO ANYONE ANTON HAS HURT, PLEASE FORGIVE ME |
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Feb 17, 2014 22:33:48 GMT
Cedric had sensed someone coming--an instinct drilled into him by years stalking through alleyways and sewers and dancing on the lines between different gangs' territories--but declined to respond or comment on the woman's arrival. However, neither did he seem particularly surprised by her arrival, as stealthy as it was.
"Salvation... Oh, please, please tell me more."
The disguised Vetr turned with the same calm smile, nodding to her in greeting.
“Well, it seems we have a party. Anyone else we're inviting? Or is this going to be all of us?”
The Vetr shrugged nonchalantly, silently amusing himself with the poor boy's annoyance. The poor Tiro, having run into Ced twice over the past week! He was probably bursting with the frustration of being unknowingly taunted by the disguised Vetr.
"I'm thinking I might call a couple friends, but otherwise I think we'll be good. I thought you were going to bring punch," he retorted, raising a chiding eyebrow at the red-haired woman.
He knew her to be a Pryfektus, and a fairly good one at that. Additionally, she was one of his own Stalkers--most curious. He'd have to see what she was up to. Not skipping duty, are we, hmm? Of course, there was a chance that she'd recognize his characteristic flair beneath the disguise, but he hadn't had much cause to consort with her. Besides, any loyal and intelligent Stalker wouldn't reveal him out of respect and the knowledge that to anyone else he was entirely baffling.
“Regardless, the stars are above and they will stay there. There is no point in musing over them when there is information to be gathered, and there is no point disputing musings if there is no information, yes?”
Ced paused. The kid had a point. Not like he was about to change his annoying behavior or anything of the sort. It was much too enjoyable.
“But more important than that! What are you two doing here? There isn't a ship to dock soon, and if I'm the source of you trotting on over here, I think you're a bit mistaken – I'm far from interesting. All I do is sit here and muse about ridiculous things in the sky as I wait for the night to end, which I think every young man who has curiosities of their existence would do at least once.”
Anton was just so lucky to have run into him a second time! He had an exponentially larger number of ways to make the poor kid irritated and annoyed beyond all measure. Example one: calling him a pet name in a manner that implied a close bond of comradeship!
"My dear child." The Vetr spoke, intentionally not revealing his knowledge of the Tiro's name just yet.
Example two: quote the Tiro on a noteworthy occurrence that his current persona shouldn't know about!
"Musing about ridiculous things is only secondary in my book to doing ridiculous things myself. After all, I am someone ridiculous." It had been Anton's comment to him on their escape from a drunken brawl.
Example three: grin in an entirely, mind-blowingly annoying way!
He gave the same fond, calm smile that had probably irritated the Tiro to no end multiple times before.
Now to see if Anton managed to remember where that was from and, if so, how the Tiro would react. The poor boy still had no idea as to Ced's actual identity, but that might very well change soon.
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Post by Tate Jannesdóttir on Feb 18, 2014 15:05:59 GMT
“… I wait for the night to end, which I think every young man who has curiosities of their existence would do at least once.”
A smile threatened to break on Tate’s face as his voice filled with anger and volume. In fact, it was taking her everything to not actually laugh at the poor guy; He really seemed to be having some internal issues.
"I'm thinking I might call a couple friends, but otherwise I think we'll be good. I thought you were going to bring punch,"
She turned her gaze to the standing blonde, and took in his raised brow.
“Punch? You are kidding right? That’s so last year hun, no parties with nothing to eat, drink or do are all the rage this year” She grinned at him, Tate didn't like to be particularly formal, she preferred fun on all occasions. Forcing the grin to stay there as she faced the angry one again. Something in the blonde sparked recognition within her, but so far, she hadn’t been able to place it.
When the blonde spoke again, it was then that Tate realized that it was in fact the Vetr Cedric.
Technically, he was her boss, though she hadn’t had many dealings with him thus far. Clearly that was changing here on this dock. Glancing back at him, she registered once again the blonde hair. The Vetr was in disguise this evening. Something that was a little odd to her, but he must have had his reasons. Either way, it wasn’t her place to out him, or really, to ask questions regarding his behavior. Though, she was crazy curious.
She watched, Amused as the Vetr clearly tried to annoy their aggravated companion even further. Tate suspected that these two had had a run in before, and something told her it wasn’t particularly joyous occasion for the poor Drakonrhedi in front of her. Really, She wasn’t sure she’d wish Cedric on anyone from what she had heard from others previously, at least not when they were clearly not having the best of times already.
After a pause, she decided to speak.
“Who wouldn’t want to be ridiculous anyway? It always appears to be more fun… and If we were boring, we wouldn’t be here on this dock, and how empty our lives would be, don’t you think?” She blinked and stood, skipping the few paces to the end of the dock.
“Surely a view such as this should not be celebrated by ones self?” She asked, nudging the slightly grumpy, blue haired male with her foot gently. “ Stars after all are a thing of beauty… if not a little sad as they are so out of our reach"
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Post by Anton Nystrom on Feb 23, 2014 1:06:22 GMT
There was a man of curiosity standing in front of Anton, but this man was so horribly aggravating to him. There was surely some type of an explanation as to why he had been running into so many ridiculous people recently. But he didn't think that this man would give him these answers; no, this man would be giving him cryptic responses that made him dance for even the wrong answer.
Anton gritted his teeth, but a smile formed on his lips. This was going to be fun. In much the same way that had happened days previously, there was now a man sitting in front of him that offered little explanation of who he was and why he was there. Which meant a handful of things to Anton: either the city was more inhabited by strange men than Anton remembered, the two knew each other, or this was one hell of a coincidence.
Coincidence were, coincidentally, something that Anton took with a cautious curiosity.
"Musing about ridiculous things is only secondary in my book to doing ridiculous things myself. After all, I am someone ridiculous." The man gave quite the stretch of words, but these words were so very curious to Anton. There was certainly a ridiculous man that Anton had met previously.
That ward that Anton had suspected earlier was beginning to be more plausible. There was no way to distinctly tell if it existed, however. At least, not to Anton. His magic was rough at best, and couldn't decipher the careful flow of light that create such a disguise.
So, at the end of the day, there was little point in trying to unravel the mystery of who he was via magic. Instead, there was a better chance of Anton figuring it out through careful assumptions and leaps of faith supported by observations. Which meant that Anton had to be able to focus.
Focus was something that this other woman was proving difficult to do. The constant interruption of his thoughts as he was trying to unravel the mystery of this man caused such a stir in his brain that he wasn't quite sure what he should do. Was this woman there to instigate him in front of this man? Or was she simply a nuisance?
It had been a while since Anton had snapped. And he was certainly on his breaking point.
The world did the beautiful thing that it did when he gave into his anger -- it seemed to flow in such a way that he could understand it. The man in front of him was a curious man indeed, but there was a time and a place to figure out who he was, and this was not it. There was the hint of childhood innocence on this pier, but all innocence would fade away eventually. There was the chance of this woman being more powerful than he had expected, but he could easily simply jump off the deck and fly off. He wasn't too sure of his skills, but assuming he positioned himself correctly, terminal velocity would be achieved in about thirty seconds, at which he would have about another forty-five seconds to gain flight before hitting the ground.
Anton looked at the woman who was there. Her body was open on its side, a small window of opportunity if he combined his magic and physical attacks correctly. The most effective use of his magic here would be to force the woman to react to it, so he could then attack the defenseless areas. He began to gather surrounding light and sharpen it into the thin strand of light that was so well known by him. After a second or so, it began glowing dimly and he started moving it to slice at the woman.
But there was quite the distraction that happened.
A monstrous chorata soared by the pier, the hideous cry all too familiar to Anton. This one was larger than normal by quite a ways, but it still was just chorata. So my innocence lives to die another day...
And just like that, a whole flurry of choratas flew over the city, poised to attack the structure. But the city was far from defenseless.
Tags: @tatejanesdottir Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Anton's Playlist Notes: BEHEMOTHS ATTACK!
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Feb 23, 2014 2:07:25 GMT
“Surely a view such as this should not be celebrated by ones self? Stars after all are a thing of beauty… if not a little sad as they are so out of our reach."
Cedric turned with an skeptical eyebrow raised. "I think that giant spheres of fire within our reach would be a touch more worrying than these distant pin-pricks of light."
After that comment, however, his attention turned to the Tiro.
The Vetr sensed an anger building inside the blue-haired boy. However, it was at night--and at night, there was absolutely no way a Tiro could harm him. But perhaps the Tiro wasn't looking to harm him. Perhaps, instead, there was a riskier game about to be initiated.
Ced's head snapped to the direction of the Chorata just as it rose into their view. His grin was replaced with a resigned grimace and a tired sigh.
"Really? You ignoramuses never learn."
Puck had to be around here somewhere. They were fairly close to the pier where the Drakonrhedi's ships docked and unloaded their cargo or people and took back supplies and all those wonderful things.
The drake, then, would be within earshot.
Ced had a very unique obsession with a very unique bard, and as such, he could use aspects of this to his advantage--like when he needed for his drake to come to him, right this instant.
It really just gave him an excuse for shouting lines from some of his favorite plays at the top of his lungs into the night air.
Drawing breath, he assumed a much more theatrical stance, spouting out the lines that named the drake's namesake from Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream.
As he spoke, above him, a flight of Chorata sailed into the airspace above the city.
"Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?"
And, at that moment, the drake appeared.
Soaring out from the air beneath the piers, Puck leaped out and landed nimbly on the walkway, saddle still on and Cedric's gunblades stowed in their slots. His mount snorted and stalked forward, wings flared, eyes glimmering with intelligence. The drake's tail flicked once with impatience.
"Excellent." He turned to the Pryfektus. "If you happen to feel like following, don't go near the cannons. More trouble than it's worth, getting shot at and all."
In a glimmer of light running across his form, the illusion was dispelled, leaving blue-haired Cedric to stick his foot into the stirrup and swing himself onto Puck's back, buckling himself in and drawing the gunblades.
"Partial to cerulean tones myself, see." He added with a grin, pointing at his own head. "One moment please, apparently the city needs me."
He cocked the guns, then shadows cloaked his form as he pulled the ambient darkness into a shroud about him, and Puck launched into the air.
"Best resolve this quickly," he whispered to the drake through gritted teeth.
Puck banked, pivoting on one wingtip towards the chorata coming at the pier. To an observer, he would simply look like a space where no stars shone, not moving through the darkness but moving with it.
The chorata had nearly reached the pier when Puck dove, tucking himself into an arrow. Just as they passed beneath the behemoth's neck, Cedric raised both blades in a slash, its throat exploding in a gory burst. The body paused, as if shocked, then began to slowly tumble from the sky.
Cedric grinned. He was a terrible cheater.
Unfortunately, he couldn't help much elsewhere--the behemoths were under heavy fire, and already dropping like flies. Should he go into that particular mine field, he'd be at more risk than it'd be worth.
However, he could pick off a few outliers.
A chorata attempted to fly away, pulling out. However, before it could get very far, Puck was already soaring towards it. When they were only a few hundred meters away, Cedric lined up both of the pistols on his gunblades and squeezed the trigger. One single crack rang through the night, and the chorata toppled.
"Sorry!" he called out.
A cannonball whizzed by, striking another chorata close to him. Cedric growled.
"Watch who you're shooting at!"
The rest of the beasts fell quickly, and Cedric looped back around to the pier that the entire disturbance had started at, landing with a thud and dispelling the shadows around his form.
| Tags: Anton Nystrom, Tate JannesdóttirInspiration: Heavenly - Evil Notes: SO I KINDA JUST WENT THROUGH THAT SCENE MOSTLY BECAUSE WILD WOULDN'T HAVE MUCH TO DO IN IT ALSO BECAUSE CITY DEFENSES YAY |
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