Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:16:53 AM)
(This user has entered Khobran's Waterfront property) (IP = 121.223.6.235)

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:17:09 AM)
(This user has entered Khobran's Waterfront property) (IP = 76.110.148.43)

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:18:07 AM)
((OKay, running from the aqssumption that you organsied a meeting with Khobran through the Knight Agency - late afternoon, early evening))

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:18:28 AM)
((Sounds good.))

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:20:42 AM)
**The sun is low in the sky and danes across the Mississippi as you pull up in front of the they impressive gates. The guard beyond checks the number plate against a clip board and hits the buzzer, the white railed fence shuddering into life as it rolls aside**

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:22:52 AM)
The ubiquitous wood-paneled station wagon was serviceable, if not pretty, but likely looked quite out of place anywhere near the estate. If that fact bothered Nimor, it hardly registered on his placid features as he accelerated along the drive. He came to a stop wherever was logical, killing the engine and pulling his messenger bag over his shoulder before he headed toward the Tyrant's home.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:24:32 AM)
**Against the setting sun, thye white walled mansion glows with a warmth, rather than the cool austratity it usuallly porjects and the windows have all been bronzed by the light. The high cut double doors open and a dark suited man in his mid thirties exits and awaits your approach. As you close on the front steps, the man smiles** Good afternoon Mr Coleman. Mr Fasil is just finishing ba call and asks that I might show you through to the Rockery

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:26:20 AM)
He nodded curtly to the intermediary. "Thank you, that is acceptable." The Neberu's voice verged on toneless, though he did at least remove his wide, mirrored aviators before entering. He stood ready to follow, icy blue eyes moving slowly over the richly appointed surroundings.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:28:05 AM)
**The man nods and leads you inside, past a large and impressive state room featuring a fireplace and mantle large enough to stand in, and grand piano beneath elaborate chandeliers. You pass beside the impressive marble stairs and through to a door that leads out into a large balllroom. Your guides heels click on the parque floor as he cuts across it without further explanation, Heavy drapes and large oils chracterise the room, but all about you feels somehow.... empty**

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:29:56 AM)
The trappings of mortal wealth interested the Fiend not at all; he couldn't help, though, the way his mind priced each item, evaluated the security, charted exits and entrances. His brow knit just slightly at the void-like feeling that followed.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:33:42 AM)
**The far wall is all doors, clearly intended to open the ballroom up to the gardens in summer. Pushing through, the guide takes you out onto an impressive patio, around and down beside a pool until steps wind about to a lower garden. Hewre it begins to look a little wilder and vines, shrubs and unclipped hedges close in until it opens to what appears to be a meditation glade. The late sun is made shadowy and fall in dark greens herem beside a small pool with a coupl of benches. A small brushed steel table with two chairs has been set out with chilled water and an ice bucket chills both white wine and suprisingly, a few bottles of beer** Mr Fasil will be along shortly

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:35:25 AM)
A simple nod was his response. Sparing a cursory look about, he made his way to the table, setting his bag atop it, then taking one of the two seats. He folded one hand neatly over the other, sitting still and silent as he waited.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:38:11 AM)
* A few moments pass before steps can be heard on the path. When Khobran finally comes into view, he's dresses in an indian styled black cotton shirt with a squared collar about his throut , dark pants and only a single gold ring for jewellry or adornments. He smiles and extends a large hand** Darren correct? A pleasure.

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:40:39 AM)
He had the grace to rise, accepting the other Elohim's hand for a thoroughly unimpressive shake. He studied his features briefly from his close vantage point and managed to form a watery smile. "You are correct, and thank you."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:43:44 AM)
Please **he indicates the chair and takes one himself and proceeds to take a beer and pour into into an angled glass** I hope you will excuse our avoiding the house this afternoon. **his voice is deep and resonant and despite the his elequant annunciation, he seems quite informal** In truth, I have very little effection for the house, though situation dictates I spend far too much time here

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:46:00 AM)
He reseated himself, folding his hands neatly once more. "I'm fairly indifferent to where our meeting takes place, as it should happen," he intoned quietly- his matter of fact, brutally honest version of 'Don't worry about it'. "I thank you for finding time in what I imagine to be a very busy schedule to see me, though."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:47:31 AM)
I was intrigued. Now, I know the meeting is not to inspect my grounds...**he sits back and appraises Darren, his face sact in shadows looking neither young nore old, simply ..untouched by age** what is it I can do for you?

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:49:44 AM)
The faintest of smirk tinged his lips at the assessment of his interest in the rockery. "At court, you spoke of the belief that the numbers of Fallen within the city signified the return of the Morningstar." He wasn't one to beat around the bush. "I am curious as to what would lead you to say as much. Locating or otherwise contacting the Lightbringer is quite important to me."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:51:56 AM)
I see ..**he continues to appraise him** and have you aligned yourself to a Legion within our number Darren?

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:55:25 AM)
His brow furrowed, perhaps betraying his inability to answer the question property. "I operate in a very solitary fashion."

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:56:54 AM)
properly*

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:57:06 AM)
**He stands then** Then perhaps it is time for me to act as guide, rather than merely Tyrant... come

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 1:58:09 AM)
His brow remained furrowed, but he nodded slowly... rising when his guide did and ready to follow. His unassuming features betrayed curiosity as he collected his bag.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 1:59:06 AM)
He stands and leads to the pool, and for the first time you note that on the other side of the pool, a small metal door is built into tehy rocky wall that supports the swimming pool above them. Using broad stepping stones that exists just below the waters surface, he crosses to it and pushes within**

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:00:04 AM)
He followed easily enough, slipping from stone to stone with lithe grace. He spared a glance behind them before following Fasil into the... cave?

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:02:17 AM)
I like my privacy and there are few places in the house appropraite for the web**A narrow white mortared corridor and cool air lead to a second door where Khobran keys a code for entrance... within is a large modern room that was once a wine cellar and indeed at the far end, two large barrels lay on their side on stands. Every otherb wall however bears a a detailed global map**

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:04:41 AM)
"I enjoy privacy as well," he murmured; a bit more impressed by the subterranean lair than he had been by the mansion. He spared a passing glance to guage the sophistication of the door lock, but followed otherwise in silence. Once they arrived, his attention was absorbed the the mural-map.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:07:00 AM)
**Across the map are dots of all different colours** I have spent the last sixty years recording and correlating every reported appearance of the Morningstar, no matter how trivial, I have a dedicate team of thirty researchers at my beck and call, all networked to news and emergency services all across the U.S

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:10:43 AM)
The existence of the room should have thrilled Nimor; instead, he found his teeth all but grinding together, his brow knit. It dwarfed his efforts completely, rendered them almost statistically irrelevant. That had been three years... and Khobran had had sixty. Drawing a slow breath, he nodded his understanding. "Impressive," he murmured, earnestly if a bit grudgingly.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:13:05 AM)
**He nodded** and yet.... for every sighting we record, we miss ten, for every ten we have, nine present themslelves to be rumour

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:15:17 AM)
Another nod from the Fiend. He reached into his messenger bag, producing a sheaf of paper, which with resignation, he offered to Khobran. "The results of my own efforts since emerging. Perhaps not as numerous, but thoroughly vetted." He'd copied them laboriously from his notebooks in anticipation of the meeting in tiny, neat handwriting.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:15:53 AM)
**he crosses to a table in the centre of the room** I belong to the Legion of Magestic Liberation, the largest of the Legions and the oldest. The Lucifarians have been divided and lost for too long.. take yourself., can I assume that you have not come across the Legion before? **he takes the sheet and immediatly crosses to the map**

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:17:59 AM)
"Until recently, I spent very little time in the company of the Fallen. I confess that I have only the most loose ties to the Faction as a whole."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:21:30 AM)
*He smiles**Ha! So conneticut was not a mistake... **he turns and holds forward the papers** I hold in my hand about three hundred thousand dollars of man hours ath at a glance loooks more meticulous than my own people **he raises his chin** I am not often suprised Darren. I will foreward this to my people, while in the mean time, I will see to it that you are financially compensated. **he walks toward you, an iinner light in Khobrans eyes** He did not abandon his cause My freind, and I have proof

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:23:57 AM)
YOu have been working as I have to find him. Have you felt the same emptiness between towns, cities? I have slept in deserts a homeless tramp, I have eaten with princes and slain their kin for any clue as to his return and why he does not show himself

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:25:26 AM)
He nodded; the distinction between a compliment and an accurate assessment of one's work was lost on the Fiend. His eyebrows lifted fractionally at the revelation- for the first time, Nimor seemed engaged, his eyes alight with intensity. "Creation is listing," he murmured in agreement. "And I am capable of acquiring as much money as I need, so you need not worry about compensating me thus."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:29:14 AM)
Rubbish. Mortals you will find in time react to coin far more readily than they do the faithful and you and I are now bound in brotherhood **He steers you across the room to a arch which leads into what appears to be a small collection of antiques; relics of days past.** I was called to Iraq three years ago when 'lights in the sky' appeared over Al Amarah... I was at first frustrated that not a singl;e witness could remember anything other than "He appeared and 'It was the Morningstar"

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:30:57 AM)
**The Tyrant is animated and shows no recognision of their being any difference in staus between you as his hand goes to your shoulder. His enthusiuam is almost boyish* And yet I could feel something in the air... a tangible resonance that sent me into the desert

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:31:31 AM)
He let himself be ushered, considering the other demon's words. In truth, he'd found little use for mortals thus far; they were unreliable even at their most earnest, a far cry from the hard data the Fiend preferred. He looked down at the relics, then up to the Tyrant, rapt and attentive.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:32:39 AM)
I spent a month walking in circles, memories of the time before attacking me in waves my freind, such that my mortal body began to ruin. Sand in the lungs, blood in my eyes.... I was crazed. A fever dream that sought to destroy me

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:33:16 AM)
**He stands before a small table, a dust cloth covering it** And then, as my mortal frame was all but spent.. I found this

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:34:14 AM)
A slender frown touched his pale lips as Khobran spoke of being attacked by memories; Nimor could indeed relate. Sensing the importance of the moment, he maintained his silent, looking down at the cloth-swathed table, and waiting.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:35:53 AM)
**He takes away the cover, and on a square of black silk, a single small clear gemstone. A crystal or diamond, uncut but pure no larger than a watermelon seed laye before Darren** Take it up Nimor.. take it up and reknew thy faith

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:38:26 AM)
He looked almost uncertainly to the other Elohim, and eventually, devotion won out over the healthy paranoia that had kept him intact since his escape. He knew that his abilities to judge the character of others were remedial at best... but he sensed that, of all the Fallen he had encountered, none were closer to kindred spirits than this one. Nodding slowly, he extended his arm, a tremor of anticipation coursing through him before he lifted the gem.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:41:26 AM)
**No sonner do you feel the slender stone in your hand that the room expands and blows away. Like refoccussing a telescope, the room rolls out and away from you and suddenly you are above the room, and then the house and then New Orleans. The city stretched out before you as a childs playset and you feel nothing but a dizzyiung swell in your chest. You ARE Nimor, a creator of the moments. Time feels to be rolling from your every pore and you feel the touch of infinity as your mind expands to house this new sense of yourself... you feel permenant for the first time, you feel infinate for the first time... but then a shadow of fear... you'r senses continue to expand

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:45:19 AM)
**You feel the city below spread out and now you sense the entire continent, it's shifts it's eddies. The minds of your allies, Chirs, Paige, Peyton, they suddenly become parts of you as a whole, elements fo the grand design that exist only at your direction. And still more, MORE.... YOu feel the earth grinding between massive elemental pressures as it revolves past the moon, and in turn, the greater brush of influence from the further planets. Just as you think you can bear it now more, the realisation strikeds you... that you sense yourself as part of the design, that NImor is another piece to a larger design.... **

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:47:51 AM)
And then - The suffering. The minds of men begn to pour into you. Their fears, their wants, theuir desires. The weakness in the face of rejection, their self loathing at the world they have defamed and despoiled. The suffering strikes you with such poeten fury that you feel as though your being is been torn apart in every direction and still you cannot scream....and again, you sense yourself within this pain......this exansion, this knowing... it is not your perception, but one locked within the stone!

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:48:57 AM)
**On the edges of yhour consciousness, you can hear Khobrans's voice saying** only you can release it... only you can let it go

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:51:32 AM)
The Fiend was breathless as the vision continued, if vision were even an apt description of what occured. The thrilling terror of it, the flood of information. There was no way to adjust, because the experience just kept expanding, and expanding, until finally he realized the truth. The Tyrant's voice confirmed his suspicion, and slowly, as if fearful that doing it too quickly might cause irreparable harm, he leaned forward to set the stone down. He gasped for breath, literally weeping as he sagged backward.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:54:21 AM)
**Khobran stands on the other side of the small table, his cheeks wet as he looks to you withy sombre eyes and when he speaks, it is in a reverant whisper** So now you see..... who could see so much.... Be... so much? As I knelt in the desert, as you stood here, shaking in your true heart.... this is something that should not be hmm? This is a tear of the Morninstar

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:56:13 AM)
**He replaces the dust cover and stands straighter** Should you wish to join me in the Legions cause, as my aid in finding the Morninstar, I will gladly accept you brother

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 2:57:03 AM)
You have felt but a fraction of his will.... he has returned, and like us, he is taming that which has become mortal in us

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 2:59:11 AM)
The Fiend was still processing, still shaken by his brush with... it had to be him. It -had- to. He didn't bother wiping at the tears that had streamed from his eyes, cut rivulets down his cheeks. "It would be an honor to aid you," he finally managed to say, conviction giving his voice an edge that it seldom posessed.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:04:21 AM)
**Khobran nodded and movong to another counter, lifted a glass case and then returned to Darren. He holds out a small silver ball on a chain, no larger than a marble** Thirteen tears were recovered, this is one. Before this night I have showed noone, spoken to noone of them and yet, Victoria said that you would come, and that I would share a tear with you. Now, we carry our faith withy us

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:07:15 AM)
His brow furrowed. Victoria. The Inquisitor. He nodded slowly, making note of that, and slipped to follow the Tyrant. Something had obviously changed in the Fiend; though he was still shaken, his strides were purposeful.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:07:52 AM)
**He smiles a little** guard it well

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:10:03 AM)
He blinked slowly. He'd interpreted the prior words differently; it simply hadn't occured to him that Fasil would entrust him with a tear. Tentatively, he reached forward, taking the chain between the very tips of two fingers. He watched it swing in the air for a few seconds, then nodded definitively. "I will do so."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:11:41 AM)
**And now, we must return to our other hats. As Tyrant, we safeguard against the influence oif the Earthbound fallen and ensure that there is security within our numbers. None understand this more that the Lucifarians and none more than we of the first Legion. Should you seek a ministry, bear that im mind

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:12:46 AM)
If you prefer to remain ouitside of the Courts, do so, but you are still obligated by your position as a legionairre

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:13:13 AM)
((my char never joined court *shrugs* ))

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:14:14 AM)
The Neberu's brow furrowed. "It had been my intent to avoid becoming involved in your court, I admit... but it has also been my intent to aid wherever I may, in several matters already, as it stands."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:16:56 AM)
**He nods** That is your choice, perhaps a wise one **he smiles** Now, I'm having dinner with the goveroner this evening, however, I think it was destined that we met this evening, just as it was out of my hands the the tear found you

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:17:29 AM)
Armand will see you out, he's waiting outside of the rockery for you

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:17:46 AM)
**he extends a hand**

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:18:55 AM)
He tucked the tear away, then extended the hand that had done so to Khobran. "Contact me if there is anything you might find me useful for, by all means." A slight pause, and a bit of a wry smile. "Enjoy dinner with the governor."

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:19:28 AM)
**he nods smiling** I'm sure I will.... Go well

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:20:07 AM)
"Farewell," he finished, nodding, then rounding with precision to make his way out.

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:21:37 AM)
((aaaaand that's the scene. We can pick up tomorrow if your around and go fountain looking))

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:22:13 AM)
((I'll be around the same time ::nods:: Very awesome scene :D Yay for Luciferan Tyrants lol))

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:22:23 AM)
(I hope you enjoyed it.. always a risk when you work with canon events and such))

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:22:29 AM)
((thanks :) ))

Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:22:53 AM)
((okay im goimg to jet now, see yoyu later :)

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:23:38 AM)
((seeya!))

Darren Coleman (Nov 18, 2011 3:24:15 AM)
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Legion (Nov 18, 2011 3:24:28 AM)
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