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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Dec 27, 2013 7:49:27 GMT
Steely eyes, speckled with little flecks of shimmering cerulean, carefully surveyed the airship plaza.
He was a predator, and these people were his prey. Foolish, oblivious, stumbling prey. A wrong move on their part, and his claws would wrap around them, hugging them tight in a razor embrace of primal bloodletting.
But he was merciful, letting them remain untouched. For now, at least.
He yawned, tongue curling in the frosty air, slipping like silk from a row of brilliantly pointy pearlies, shining in the sunlight. His eyes closed briefly, enjoying the golden warmth on his back.
Cedric stretched. Being a feline was so tiring.
Leaping down from his perch, the housecat slipped from his precarious position of surveillance atop a roof down from the gutter onto a porch rail, and from there into the street. He slid easily between the feet of passerby, ears perked for gossip and tail swishing as he dodged between the flurry of legs and carts.
Oooh, was that tuna?
His attention was immediately caught by a street vendor. A little pink tongue flickered up to wipe his little black nose. Surely a little break from his mission couldn't hurt...
He dodged out of the road, slipping behind some barrels to eye the fish. To beg, or to steal?
Any polite person would've begged. But cats were cats, and that did not necessarily mean they were always the most civil companions to their humans.
Stealing it was.
He darted forward, leaping atop the merchant's stand and quickly snagging a smaller piece of precut raw fish, drying in the sun. Before the man could even holler, he was gone, hightailing it away with his catch clamped proudly between his jaws.
Purring quietly deep in his throat at his own success, Cedric weaved his way over to the airship docks. There was always something juicy there.
Finding himself a nice intersection between two major piers, he set down his tuna and got to work, snacking and listening.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir Inspiration: Aaaayyyyyreon Notes: yeah ok i couldn't think of a title
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Dec 27, 2013 8:34:28 GMT
Ade stepped lightly onto solid ground - well, the closest thing to it. She removed herself from the Drakkar that she had previously been boarding, stretching as though she had just awoken from a deep slumber. She recently returned from a typical survey of the land. It was nothing particularly interesting. They had encountered a few behemoths, providing her with some form of entertainment on the otherwise tedious endeavor. Other than that, however, it was an average run.
She slid into the bustling activity, people coming from every direction as they narrowly dodged the bystander. She evaluated their fretful auras, her mouth tugged into a grin as she did so.
Stupid people. Worrying themselves over what? Money? Dinner? How were they so sheltered from the cruelties that lied just beyond the borders.
She pushed through the crowd with little regard for their well being. She ignored the inevitable collisions, barely muttering an apology with each senseless hit. Ridiculous! Why would the people carry the burden of coming to the docks; honestly, it wasn't like there was anything exciting occurring.
Her gaze latched onto a struggling man, wielding a cart of apples as he fervently attempted to dodge the pedestrians. Her smirk widened.
She broke into a casual whistle, strolling towards the man while craning her head to appear as if she hadn't noticed him.
Within a moment she came in contact with the crate, the rounded auras pooling into the street and bobbing away from their source.
"Agh! Sorry, guy! I'm so clumsy," She stated, her voice coated in a sweet layer of sincerity. The man attempted to mask his anger, but it was useless. She could see it frothing inside of him.
"Ahhhah.... that's fine, m'dear." He knelt over to gather the apples, soon mirrored by the blindfolded woman. She collected at least five, only setting two aside for her.
He sprung upwards with the reinstated crate, taking off before she could offer him more of her supposed "help". Oh well. She got to her feet soon after his departure, the two round things sitting neatly in her palms. She brought one to her face, sniffing it lightly before retracting a large chunk from the surface.
She plopped on an abandoned crate, further indulging herself in her snack. It was then that she noticed the delicate aura of a feline perched beside her.
"Oh. Hey. Do you want some... apple... chunk?" She teared off a portion of the fruit, setting it beside the cat. "It's not as good as I thought it'd be."
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Dec 27, 2013 20:23:38 GMT
As he was about halfway through his snack, a human came up beside him.
She began to noisily snack on some apples. He glanced up, noting her blue hair and red bandana almost immediately. He'd seen her about the Drakonborg, certainly--that sort of brilliant color was hard to forget, especially since it matched his own hue. From what he could remember, she was some sort of rare aura reader, meaning that she could see without sight by detecting the aetheric signatures of things or something along those lines. He'd have to read up on it, he was definitely no expert on this particular matter of magic.
He licked his nose at her, let out a small mewl, and returned to his tuna.
"Oh. Hey. Do you want some... apple... chunk? It's not as good as I thought it'd be."
The woman set it down beside him. Oh, how sweet of her. Taking a step towards her, he rubbed the side of his head against her leg, which draped down from the crate that she sat on.
He released another mew, turning from his fish to prod at it with his nose, the felty tip twitching as he nudged the fruit.
His pink tongue flickered out, swiping a bit of juice from the side of the apple. His ears flicked backwards.
"Hmm. Not as bad as I'd anticipated," he mused aloud. Turning back to his fish, he snapped up the remainder, foregoing his usual feline daintiness in favour of a more efficient approach.
Steel-blue eyes flickered around. No one was watching.
Cedric shifted, transforming from his feline form into that of a man. One leg hung out over the edge, the other propped up on top of the wood of the pier.
Reaching out with his fingers, he carefully picked up the piece of apple and tossed it into his mouth, leaning back contentedly. "You're right, though. Not nearly as good as it could be this time of year."
The Vetr swallowed. "Thanks for it anyway, Iduneus."
Tags: Ade Alvadottir Inspiration: AYREON Notes: yoooo sorry it ain't much
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Dec 27, 2013 23:47:04 GMT
Ade watched as the cat took a quick lap of the minorly sour juice. He seemed utterly neutral towards the substance, no specific emotions arousing at the taste.
"Hmm. Not as bad as I'd anticipated."
His response caught her completely off guard. She jumped slightly at the cat's verbal observation, an eyebrow shooting upwards. At what points could cats speak? Had they somehow attained the ability to communicate without her acknowledgement? Her theories were quickly sliced by the misused piece of common sense she had.
He was obviously shifted. How could she be so daft?
"Not too bad. Not too good."
The cat eyed the scene apprehensively before maintaining his true form. A man of... well, she couldn't quite specify his complexion. She did, however, recognize his aura.
"You're right, though. Not nearly as good as it could be this time of year."
He took a bite of the apple. "Thanks for it anyway, Iduneus."
"Yeah, yeah. No problem, Vetr." She waved him away, salvaging another piece of her apple. Why would the Vetr be here, anyways? Surely he had more important things to tend to.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Dec 28, 2013 4:44:45 GMT
The Iduneus let out a small jump at his verbal reply to her. Evidently, his years impersonating a cat had paid off at some point. A tiny yet wicked grin curved the corner of his lips upwards, leaving him with a lopsided smirk.
"Not too bad. Not too good."
Cedric nodded in assent, licking his lips in an almost feline manner. His cat form always had a way of rubbing off on him--he supposed it was the way that he strove to actually look like a normal cat, instead of flaunting the shift like some vikings did. To him, it was an infiltration tactic, just as worthy of honing and studying as his combat techniques.
The difference was that in the case of shifting, his mentors were the housecats of Midgardborg, not some burly, muscle-bound warrior from the Drakonrhedi.
"Yeah, yeah. No problem, Vetr."
Cedric chuckled. "Oh, I'm certain it wasn't. Not for you, anyway." He threw an inquiring glance her way, one eyebrow raised. He'd scanned over this woman's file--his attention perked when he noted the similarity in the false pigment of their hair. "For the merchant you stole it from? Perhaps. Although, perhaps I am entirely off. Perhaps you are as straight as an arrow. I, myself, am in the same condition. My record is as spotless as a snow drake. Accusing a Vetr of the Drakonrhedi of stealing? Preposterous."
He turned, noting a few large crates nearby and yanking one closer to rest his back against. As he gave a relaxed sigh, he sank back slightly, making himself comfortable.
His attention was briefly stolen as a drake head poked out from beneath the pier. Puck warbled in greeting, nosing his rider's dangling leg expectantly.
"Hey, bud. What're you doing down there?"
Wide blue eyes blinked at him.
Cedric scoffed. "Oh, fine, you hopeless pup. Fetch." Reaching into his jacket, he withdrew the long, cleaned legbone (presumably from a deer or something of that elk ((get it get it get it elk ilk hehehe))) and throwing it into the air.
The drake kicked off, diving after it.
The Vetr raised his gaze just in time to find that, on a pier farther down, a man had slugged another. Both appeared to be heavily intoxicated, judging from the way that they wavered back and forth on their feet.
"Goodness me," he murmured. "Never ceases to amaze, how drunken us humans can get. I wish I could say it was different before. I suppose it's time for us Drakonrhedi to go play peacemaker." He drew out a long sigh.
"On your feet, soldier!" Cedric sprang up, much more energized than he'd been previously, acting the young man that he actually was instead of the old professor he pretended to be. "This may turn into a fight, and I doubt you'd want to miss out on the fun."
Tags: Ade Alvadottir Inspiration: Aaayyyreon Notes: wait what if ade's not blind in her animal form that'd be really cool 'cause then she'd shift and be like "holy crap our hair's the same color"
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Dec 29, 2013 3:38:46 GMT
"Oh, I'm certain it wasn't. Not for you, anyway. For the merchant you stole it from? Perhaps. Although, perhaps I am entirely off. Perhaps you are as straight as an arrow. I, myself, am in the same condition. My record is as spotless as a snow drake. Accusing a Vetr of the Drakonrhedi of stealing? Preposterous."
She bit back a throbbing smirk as she spoke. "Entirely irrational. Nobody of the Drakonrhedi would even consider anything of the sort. Don't be ridiculous." Her tone was at its average level of flatness, but she assumed he could pick the sarcasm from the phrase.
She watched as the man withdrew an ivory bone, sending it flying towards a separate pier where a snow drake awaited eagerly. It sprung after the bone, its excitement metaphorically (and most literally) radiating off of him. Hmph. Why didn't her drake do that? Fern was more or less uninterested in just about everything, save dislodging a behemoth's spine from its back.
"Goodness me. Never ceases to amaze, how drunken us humans can get. I wish I could say it was different before. I suppose it's time for us Drakonrhedi to go play peacemaker."
She searched the premises, curious to see what the Vetr was rambling on about. She quickly spotted two blatant drunks, their irrational rage flaring from within them as they sputtered out apparent threats.
"On your feet, soldier! This may turn into a fight, and I doubt you'd want to miss out on the fun."
Excellent.
She jumped up after him, trailing behind his enthused aura as they calmly approached the scene. One of the intoxicated imbeciles threw an alcohol-induced punch, his reflexes disappointingly wavered. The other man, however, was unable to evade the strike. He toppled backwards, his back slamming against the ground as a few onlookers quickly hopped aside.
"Step back, capt'n. Time for this arrow to fly."
Her gaze flashed back and forth, pulling herself into a semi remote area as her size downgraded itself. Scales overlapped her skin, a thin blue line, similar to the hue of her hair, running along her back. A blodge of red masked her face and tail. Quite fitting, really.
The now apparent snake slithered towards the two men, her colorful view confined. She was neutral towards her secondary form; while the ability did offer her a more concrete method of sight, it almost made it ultimately more difficult for her to navigate. The vision was almost constantly blurred, although she could make out shapes and colors just fine.
It was obvious that she wasn't designed to shift forms. However, she honestly couldn't give less of a shit.
Before the downed man could rise to his feet, she slipped into his pants and coiled around his leg.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Dec 29, 2013 6:25:24 GMT
"Entirely irrational. Nobody of the Drakonrhedi would even consider anything of the sort. Don't be ridiculous."
Cedric nodded with utmost seriousness.
As they approached the brawling men, the Vetr got the feeling that Ade was planning something. His suspicions were confirmed when she spoke out.
"Step back, capt'n. Time for this arrow to fly."
"Righto, soldier."
In a moment, she was a snake, coursing along the ground towards their foes. Cedric cracked a grin for just a single moment, strolling along leisurely behind his reptilian agent. As she coiled around his leg, the Drakonrhedi chuckled, coming to stand behind the fallen man's head.
"You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen. Newts and blindworms, do no wrong, Come not near our Fairy Queen."
He arched a brow. "A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act Two Scene Two."
The man blinked slowly, stupidly, at him. "Eh wot?"
"And here, the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground."
"Yew collin' me a mayden?" the man inquired, frowning hard at him. "I'll get ye, ye slinky bugger-"
Cedric held up a hand peacefully. "Methought a serpent eat my heart away, And you--or, in this case, I--sat smiling at his cruel prey." The Vetr gave a smile. "So come, my dearest fellow. Let's cease this swordplay, instead engage in parley." His smile turned charming, almost poisonously sweet. "Tell me. For what reason do you two fight?"
The two drunks frowned at him. The one without a snake curled about him spoke. "Who the 'ell 're you?"
The Vetr chuckled. "A simple traveler, set on making peace between two fine men who obviously have better things to do than beat each other. So tell me," he continued, posing the question once more, "For what reason do you fight?"
"A bloody good one," the fallen drunk exclaimed, making to stand.
He held up a hand again. "I would suggest you stay where you are. There is a snake curled 'round your leg, after all."
The man paused and paled.
"That's what I thought."
He began to blubber. "'S a good reason, I swar! I- I- I- I kinnat remember." He looked to his attacker for support.
"You stole m' furs, tha's what."
Cedric raised an eyebrow again. "Where are these pelts?"
It only took him a moment to locate the goods, inside a cart. "Is that them?"
The salesman nodded, then blinked slowly. "Wait... tha's all of 'm..." His eyes narrowed, turning to Cedric. "You bastard! You put 'm back when I wasn' lookin'! You wanted t' make me look like a liar! You-"
He lunged forward, fist leading. The Vetr responded, catching the man's wrist and twisting his arm.
"You should know better than to attack someone with no knowledge of their expertise beforehand. Dear, dear." Cedric gave an almost apologetic, if entirely thoughtless, smile, showing how absolutely little he cared about this man.
In a moment, the drunkard was on the ground, the Vetr's foot on his throat.
"Be more careful with who you slug, my lad."
Tags: Ade Alvadottir Inspiration: Ayreon~ Notes: ehhhh this sucks i'm sorry at least there's shakespeare and fighting
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Dec 29, 2013 20:04:42 GMT
Ade heard the Vetr confront the drunk with a bombardment of... what was that, Shakespeare? She cackled to herself as he continued to baffle the men with his wordplay.
"Methought a serpent eat my heart away, And you--or, in this case, I--sat smiling at his cruel prey. So come, my dearest fellow. Let's cease this swordplay, instead engage in parley. Tell me. For what reason do you two fight?
The man apparently received the words as one grand slur, reeking of confusion as he inquired the Vetr. Funny; although she couldn't interpret auras in this state, she still attempted to guess at the emotions of others. It didn't have quite the same effect, but she toyed with them all the same.
The Vetr responded, restating the question. "A simple traveler, set on making peace between two fine men who obviously have better things to do than beat each other. So tell me, for what reason do you fight?"
She was rudely yanked into reality as he lifted himself from the ground. Her grasp tightened.
"I would suggest you stay where you are. There is a snake curled 'round your leg, after all."
She smirked at the shoutout, inching towards the man's thigh as his muscles noticeably stiffened. Her tongue unconsciously stretched onto his skin and - Ack! Her face contorted with disgust. An unholy mixture of sweat, grime, and unkempt hairs all layered onto one man's being. Honestly, how difficult was it to keep your personal hygiene in line? A loud hiss erupted from her maw before the man could continue with his blabbering.
"'S a good reason, I swar! I- I- I- I kinnat remember."
"You stole m' furs, tha's what."
Cedric gestured towards the still-present pelts as the man sputtered, aimlessly setting the blame on the Vetr. Judging by the loud thump on the ground, she assumed that Cedric had put him in his place.
"Be more careful with who you slug, my lad."
The man she clung to finally spoke up. "Oi! Don mess wi' mey frend!"
He began to move forward, but was soon locked down by a strange sensation in his left leg. He gently lifted his pants to expose a seemingly amused serpent, who's small incisors had latched themselves into the man's vile flesh. He gasped.
"Aaah! Mate! 'es got mey! Halp!"
Ade promptly dislodged her fangs, slipping away from the filth and rounding beside his face. She eyed him curiously as he continued to weep.
"Arg! I've been poisn'd! Ye'v killed mey!"
He desperately clutched his leg as he fell to the ground in a particularly dramatic fashion. She held back a chuckle; other members of her particular branch of shifters may have inherited a lethal brand of poison, but her's did not consist of any such nature. It merely functioned as a temporary anesthesia, numbing her prey of any feeling for a short period of time. It wasn't especially useful to her, but it was certainly fun to play with.
"I'm dyin'! Aaaaggh!" He continued to moan, her eyes boring into his.
"Ssslllleeeeeppp," She whispered under her breath, drawing out every syllable. At a moment like this, she wished she could go back to reading auras. Just to properly deduce the amount of horror he was enduring.
She hissed when the man swiped at her, ducking beneath the blow with ease. She offered him a quick wink before diving into the slightly stimulated crowd once again.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Dec 30, 2013 4:32:16 GMT
"Oi! Don mess wi' mey frend!"
The Vetr's attention was brought to the man on the ground, whom Ade kept more or less in place. Apparently he had forgotten Cedric's warnings about a certain serpentine companion.
However, the man ceased in his squirmings, instead turning to pull up his pant leg. Ade had bit in, fangs in his leg.
"Well! It appears as if you have taken an arrow to the knee," he remarked, sounding highly amused, with a reference towards her comment about being an arrow earlier.
Ade pulled out, slithering away as the man continued to bawl.
"Arg! I've been poisn'd! Ye'v killed mey!"
Cedric gave a tired, borderline pompous sigh, rolling his eyes. He looked back down at the man with a grimace, like a man tired of a child's theatrical temper tantrums.
"I'm dyin'! Aaaaggh!"
Ade had curled to his face. "Ssslllleeeeeppp," the Vetr thought he heard her hiss out. Ahh, so she did poison him. Just with an anesthetic. Most clever.
The drunkard swatted at her, but she dodged under. As she retreated away, the Vetr bent over, offering her a perch on his arm before striding off into the crowd with a, "So long, fellows." He turned down the pier, back into the city.
"Such an enjoyable duty of ours, making sure idiots don't kill each other," he mused as he walked off in no direction in particular, either to himself or to the Iduneus as well. He had long ago learned to amuse himself by speaking his thoughts out loud. It was crucial in any number of missions to be able to sort things through and chase away the fear-inducing loneliness. He'd rarely had a partner besides his drake, after all, which meant that for many missions he ran solo.
He hummed slightly, continuing through the Market Plaza. "Anywhere particular you need to be getting for a mission, Iduneus?" he inquired as he smoothly purloined a roll of bread from a baker's stand, pulling it out a street down to munch on it. "Or, alternatively, any ship you need to catch to head back to the Drakonborg?"
Cedric wasn't scheduled to be back at any particular time. He didn't plan on staying overnight, however. He was almost constantly needed at the headquarters of the Drakonrhedi. In fact, a job like this could almost be considered "skipping out" on the important responsibilities of his station.
"If not," he continued, taking a bite of the roll, "I think there are a few alleyways worth cleaning out."
Tags: Ade Alvadottir Inspiration: AYREON and a conversation with my moirail about sexuality that I was having at the same time Notes: /Cedric leans seductively against fourth wall and makes puns (there's a lot of needless babble in there i'm sorry also I wasn't sure what to have happen and I sorta assumed she was at least following him sorry)
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Dec 30, 2013 6:23:34 GMT
"So long, fellows."
Cedric bent over briefly, giving her just enough time to slither onto his extended elbow. They moved back towards the city in a still dignified manner.
"Such an enjoyable duty of ours, making sure idiots don't kill each other."
She nodded, saying, "It's difficult, but we can manage. We'll pull through somehow." She hoisted her gaze to face the Vetr, studying his now apparent features. Glasses, huh? A nice touch. They definitely complimented his azure irises. His nose was slightly longer than she had anticipated, but she couldn't complain too much. His face may have been relatively boring, with the exception of the one attribute that eclipsed all else.
"Cool hair, by the way," She said, acknowledging the marine strands that fell graciously over his head. Her scaly mouth rose to what seemed to be a smile. She had to give him credit; she hadn't been expecting a face full of similarly tinted hair. Point one for Cedric. Or perhaps this made in point two? Possibly three? Ah, who cares.
"Anywhere particular you need to be getting for a mission, Iduneus? Or, alternatively, any ship you need to catch to head back to the Drakonborg? If not, I think there are a few alleyways worth cleaning out."
She shook her head in response. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth as she spoke. "Nope. Even if I had somewhere to go, I don't think I'd miss out of deep cleaning the city."
She may not have been so apt to say that to an authoritative figure, but she had a feeling that he'd be less likely to call her out for skipping her duties.
They continued to move through the city, the amount of pedestrians waning as they continued their march. She hadn't bothered to shift forms just yet - she wasn't a fan of crowds, anyways. She also enjoyed lounging on his shoulder much more than having to move, and his hair smelt at least three times better than the air.
A sudden noise caused her to perk up. It seemed to be sourcing from an alleyway, definitely some sort of a struggle. Her gaze swept over their alleyway, quite surprised to see it emptied. Exactly where was the fire? Oh well, she didn't have enough interest to dwell on the subject for longer than two seconds. She abruptly shot off of Cedric's shoulder, morphing into her human self just before she touched the ground.
She - quite literally - hugged the wall, peering into the alleyway. She let out a hmph at the sight. What a lovely cliche! Several egotistical hot shots enveloping one presumably younger man, pumped with fear to the point of bursting. She nudged Cedric, discretely pointing at the scene.
"Battle plan?" She asked in a hushed whisper. She doubted they could hear her from this distance, with their poorly assembled threats and occasional barks of laughter.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Dec 30, 2013 7:11:21 GMT
Ade coiled comfortably on his shoulder, hissing out words in reply to him while holding up her head, presumably to examine his face in better detail.
"It's difficult, but we can manage. We'll pull through somehow."
He nodded in agreement, muttering a "so long as we don't kill them ourselves" beneath his breath. A Vetr's job was not exactly stress-free.
"Cool hair, by the way."
Cedric flashed a grin, throwing a glance at the snake who examined him quizzically. "Thanks. I was wondering if you were able to notice that in this form." He was mainly curious as to discover the extent of her blindness--perhaps make a note or two on her file in regards to it. Always useful to have a reference in case something should be needed in the future, after all.
"Nope. Even if I had somewhere to go, I don't think I'd miss out of deep cleaning the city."
"A perfectly admirable statement," he replied, almost absentmindedly, downing the remainder of the roll he'd purloined along their merry way. He didn't bother to comment on, or particularly care about, her rather casual manner of speaking. He was only one for pomp and circumstance when it involved large amounts of Tiros--shock-and-awe tactics were always the best for those silly little creatures. Too many vikings came into the organization thinking that they knew everything and could defeat anyone, and it was always best to try and beat a little caution into them. Besides, who could mind showing off in front of a bunch of wide-eyed teenagers who practically idolized you?
A subtle shift of Ade's weight on his shoulders cued him to the fact that she'd spotted something. In a moment, she'd shot from her perch, transforming back into the girl and hitting the ground running. He darted after her, expertly navigating across the human traffic and slipping beside the wall. His feet, which had formerly been hard and loud, were now as soft as a cat's pawsteps.
He carefully peered around Ade, finding several 'gangsters,' so to speak (although he loathed to give the scum even that name), surrounding some poor lad.
"Battle plan?" she whispered.
"Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin," he hissed in return. Even if she didn't know what play it was from, she probably had realized by now that he had a thing about Shakespeare. It wasn't all a facade, the man was actually quite amusing.
Pausing for a moment, he threw a meaningful (and exaggerated) glance upwards, tilting his entire head to trace a route up to the roofs. "There's that, or you can just come along for the ride. I doubt we'll have any issues downing them."
Cedric stepped around her, his hands resting comfortably in his pockets, grasping the hilts of hidden weapons. "What, ho!" he called out form the opening of the alleyway. "Part, fools!"
The oppressors turned, scowling at this strange man who dared to interfere with their presumed mugging.
"What did you say, shrimp?"
The Vetr continued down the alleyway, striding easily and lazily, with an air of laid-back confidence. He grinned slightly, then licked his lips and drew breath, pulling one arm out of his pocket to gesture. "Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince."
He stopped a few feet in front of the gang members, who had all now turned to face the rather spindly blue-haired oddity, looking at him like another piece of meat for the slaughter. The young man on the floor had an expression of mixed shock, awe, confusion, and fear, and was slowly scrambling backwards.
"If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away."
The men frowned. Their presumed leader spoke.
"What the actual hell are you babbling about?"
Cedric arched a brow, looking at them like dogs who didn't understand the command 'sit.' "I have spoken, plain and clear--cease your oppression or face the consequences."
They stared at him.
"Also, you seriously need to consider taking courses on crafting better insults." His visage turned into an expression of coldness, entirely unimpressed.
Their faces turned into snarls. Almost absentmindedly, as if it had no meaning whatsoever, Cedric brought his thumb up to his mouth and bit it before returning it to his pocket. They would not realize, of course, that they had just practically been flipped off.
"Shoo. Scram. Scoot away. Bye bye." He raised both eyebrows expectantly, surreptitiously slipping daggers up his sleeves.
"I don't think so," their leader growled, and lunged.
The Vetr ducked underneath and to the side, leaving the man to ram his solar plexus into Cedric's board-like hand. As his first opponent toppled to the ground, wheezing, he was already back in the middle, stance squared as two others rushed him from both sides.
Once more, he dove downwards, sticking both legs out to the side as he rolled to trip the two men, springing out just in time to catch a punch flying his way. Grabbing the man's wrist, he twisted, then knelt, using his foes own forearm as a lever to roll the man across his back, sending him to the ground.
Turning with a grin to the stunned man on the ground, he grinned maniacally.
"You can shove off, bud. We've got this covered."
Tags: Ade Alvadottir Inspiration: AYREON Notes: See Ced is actually kind of clever. Because he kind of likes fighting people because he needs stress relief, so what he does is he basically confuses the heck out of people with Shakespeare and then beats them up. And it doesn't look like his fault. And he's badass and hot while he does it, so it's sort of a win/win/win/win/win.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Dec 31, 2013 5:35:16 GMT
"Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin."
At this point, Ade became conscious towards Cedric's overt flare for Shakespeare. She wasn't especially familiar with his works, but she could pick up certain traces that the Vetr so discretely left behind.
He threw his head upwards, nodding at the rooftops. "There's that, or you can just come along for the ride. I doubt we'll have any issues downing them."
She let out a hearty laugh. "I think I'll just strap myself in and see where it takes me. Hell, I'm already in line." Before Cedric could respond, she pulled into another alleyway and dashed to the end. She rounded the corner and brought herself behind the building, peering at the scene from the opposite end.
She watched the man confront the fools, lashing them with another presumably Shakespearean quote.
"Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince."
The men averted their attention towards the Vetr. They were clothed with an unappealing brew of both confusion and amusement, glancing at one another questionably. Their victim rose cautiously, equally confused. He did, however, carry a noticeably large amount of hope, delicately accented with distinct relief.
"What the actual hell are you babbling about?"
She pushed back a snicker.
"Also, you seriously need to consider taking courses on crafting better insults."
A portion of the men embraced the offense, their anger scratching beneath their confusion. A few, however, only amplified their perplexity. Cedric brought his thumb to his face, nipping it lightly.
A reference she understood? Impossible!
"Shoo. Scram. Scoot away. Bye bye."
The Iduneus couldn't contain herself any longer. She peeled away from hiding, stepping into the light.
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" She howled, reeling in the spotlight. Cedric was already tussling with the apparent "leader".
"Oh, I see. You bite it at these morons." Her smirk materialized, and the men's anger broke through their confused barriers. She withheld their attention for perhaps another moment - just enough time for the Vetr to pounce on another two men. Her fingers recoiled, a fist protruding from her sleeve.
She moved forward just as soon as the nearest imbecile had. She ducked beneath his untimely swing, burying her knuckles into his vulnerable abdomen as she did so. He back stepped away from the woman, doubled over as he clutched his stomach.
"Really? You must know what I'll do next!" She snapped. The man's gaze began to recline, but not before she bucked her knee directly into his face. He met the ground in an unsavory way.
A few men witnessed the scene with an unpleasant mixture of awe and fear.
"Ay! Get outta here, ya little tramp! This doesn't concern you!"
"And I supposed it concerns big strong men such as yourselves? Heh. Unlikely."
A man began to reproach her, his annoyance swollen.
"Oh! I've always wanted to try this."
She sprinted forward, grin wild as the man revived some old confusion. He wasn't as hefty as the others; she may pull it off yet. Much to his surprise, her hands reverted to the ground, legs strung high in the air as they collapsed onto his shoulders. She tightened them instantly.
"What... t-he... f-uck," The man sputtered, his neck locked between her knees.
There was a moment of stillness. Then, her entire body channeled its power, moving like a whip as her legs struck forward. They released the man instantly; his body was launched a few feet before his head collided with the asphalt.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Dec 31, 2013 17:30:49 GMT
Cedric had just firmly planted his fist in a man's chin and his knee in the same man's groin when he heard Ade enter combat.
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
What happened was a veritable explosion of happy Cedric. Letting the man drop to the ground with a groan of pain, he interrupted his combat maneuvers entirely to grin like the maniac that he actually was. He began to bounce up and down, clapping his hands like an overjoyed boy with a new toy.
Before he could successfully control himself to spit out a Shakespearean reply, Ade answered her own question.
"Oh, I see. You bite it at these morons."
His grin widened, if that was possible. The insane smirk turning his lips upwards, and he spun to face the nearest opponent as Ade downed the scoundrels on her side of the alleyway. The man, however, shied away from the crazy blue-haired Vetr.
"Thou reeky beetle-headed maggot-pie!" he shouted, mania now fully evident as he yanked down another man's head with one hand and punched his solar plexus with his other before he smashed his knee into the man's face, teeth sprinkling the ground lightly. He whirled beneath a punch, twisting through the air to send his own fist flying at his attacker's neck, hitting him directly on his adam's apple. The man collapsed, gasping for air. With a cry of, "Thou qualling motley-minded flap-dragon!" he tucked into a roll, springing up before the remaining combatant and slamming him in the face with a kick.
Finding himself without foe, Ade having taken the remainder, Cedric took a moment to breathe a satisfied sigh before turning his gaze to the man who they'd saved, extending a hand to help him up.
"Hallo," he greeted the man amidst groans from the foes around them. "Sorry 'bout that. Have a nice day, will you?"
Gingerly, the man they'd saved grasped Cedric's hand. The Vetr pulled him up to a standing position with a lopsided grin, seeming (at least) much calmer than previously. Smiling peacefully, if in a slightly off manner, the Vetr shook his hand before stepping around him to regard Ade.
"All in one piece, I assume?"
He had regained his normal, calm demeanor, appearing now as the quirky, reserved Shakespearean professor instead of the powerful (albeit insane) combatant that he'd just demonstrated he could be. He raised an eyebrow at Ade, ensuring that she was alright with amusement dancing in his gaze.
The man they'd saved appeared to have recovered himself, and was now sputtering out thanks. Cedric waved them away.
"Please. Obviously, it was nothing. Now, I'm getting hungry, so I'm thinking we ought to be off."
The Vetr, however, was looking quite pleased with himself. Whether that was due to his effective use of Shakespeare, Shakespearean insults, or combat techniques was unknown, but one thing was certain: he was quite happy about something.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir Inspiration: link Notes: god can cedric just be like "SHAKESPEARE" and kiss her after the fight also there are shakespearean insult generators, did you know that?
ALSO THIS ENTIRE POST SUCKS I AM SO SORRY I KINDA HAD NO CLUE WHAT WAS GOING.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 1, 2014 4:35:54 GMT
Ade watched as Cedric took down a multitude of men, spitting Shakespearean insults in every viable direction. They were thoroughly frightened at this point in time.
A man teetered in the middle, hurling himself towards Ade rather than facing the whirling blue fury that was the Vetr. Fine by her. She loved games.
The girl, however, was in no mood to toy. She merely collided with him head-on, her knee planting itself firmly between his legs. She retracted it in an instant, her foot jammed into his stomach so to push him to the ground.
She calmly stepped over the mess they so quickly created, using their attackers' faces as a stepping stool when she proceeded towards the innocent man.
He was baffled, to say the least. What had previously been a putrid sense of fear had beautifully morphed into relief and awe. Gratefulness blemished his aura, happily grasping Cedric's extended hand. She imagined that the man burdened himself with a ridiculous smile - actually, she assumed that one graced Cedric's lips as well. He was relatively collected this entire time, although there was a noticeable bump of happiness emanating from him.
"Hallo. Sorry 'bout that. Have a nice day, will you?"
The man released a slightly shaken thanks, taking his leave. Cedric turned to her before speaking.
"All in one piece, I assume?"
She smirked. "I don't know, am I? I'm the blind one, you know." Surely the man had figured it out by now. In fact, he had probably conceived the idea far before this incident. Anybody would have; the blindfold was a bit of a... well, a red flag.
"Please. Obviously, it was nothing. Now, I'm getting hungry, so I'm thinking we ought to be off."
Ade nodded at his remark. "Where are we off too?" She asked, her eyebrow raising. Now that they've successfully clouted a gang of moronic men, she wouldn't be as easy to shake off.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 1, 2014 6:51:44 GMT
"I don't know, am I? I'm the blind one, you know."
He shrugged. "I can't exactly feel every inch of your body, as great as that'd be." He paused. That sounded less awkward in my head. However, the Vetr managed to brush it off, instead choosing to focus on her next question.
"Where are we off to?"
Cedric took a second, throwing an inquiring glance towards the sun, which was progressing down towards the horizon. "Well, looking at the time, it appears we're just about before the dinner rush. I happen to know a few establishments who are especially eager to have a reasonably endowed Vetr as one of their patrons." He flashed a grin. "Give me a sec to get my bearings, then we can scamper."
He stuck his head out of the alleyway, glancing around for landmarks. Having identified several major streets and stores, he called over his shoulder, "Righto. Forth!"
And with that, he was off, darting through the crowds. With enough practice and observation, one could correctly predict the flow of a crowd and the motions of people. This meant that one could navigate in masses of people with ease if effort was put into the exercise--effort which Cedric certainly had. So long as Ade stayed on his tail, she would have little issue keeping up with the skill set typical of a street-savvy Drakonrhedi or pickpocket. However, any pickpocket worth the name would certainly realize that someone who could navigate crowds with ease was probably not an easy target at all.
After a minute of travel in such a fashion, Cedric leaped back out of the crowd at one of the streets commonly known for high-end establishments. Pausing for a moment to ensure that Ade was caught up with hands in his pockets, he glanced up at the sign.
La Brioche.
Yes, this was the place.
He pushed off of the wall, pulling open the doors and recovering his refined air as he strode up to the waiter at the little stand, who greeted him as a friend.
"Vetr Vyrr! So wonderful to see you again."
Cedric smiled, equal in warmth this time, a layer of deception around a cold, calm core. "Good afternoon, my dear sir. Mind a private room?"
"Of course not! Right this way, sir." The waiter snagged two menus and packets of silverware, then lead the way across the finely adorned dining hall to one of the private rooms against the far walls.
As the Vetr passed by one man, whom he gave no sign of recognizing, the man passed him a small slip of paper, which was hard enough to see in Cedric's gloved hands.
"In here, Lord Vetr. I will be back soon to order you drinks." He bowed, then withdrew, closing the doors behind him.
Cedric smiled and murmured his thanks at him, seating himself. With a perfunctory glance around the room, he pulled up the slip of paper and opened it, eyes scanning over a line of what appeared to be a cheap fortune from some biscuit or other. The Vetr seemed to understand well enough, placing it inside a pocket with a little shrug of semi-satisfaction. A flicker of curiosity passed through him briefly--not as to the message's meaning, but whether or not this odd Iduneus would inquire abou tit.
"This is one of the best places around," he explained, grabbing a menu and opening it, throwing a lazy glance up and down the page. Probably not exactly what was on her mind, but nonetheless.
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