Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 9:49:20 PM)
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Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 9:49:37 PM)
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Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 9:51:11 PM)
Darren arrived promptly; the Fiend got around. Parking near the beach rather than Bella's, he stalked out onto the sand looking a touch out of place in his layers and mirrored aviators. His hood was drawn down, though, allowing the sea breeze to play through his short brown hair in ripples. While he waited, he cast his gaze upward toward the heavens.
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 9:52:25 PM)
*The Slayer appeared from down the beach a bit, walking. Sneakers, blue jeans, and a leather jacket, her hair actually held together with a nice braid, as she looked to him* What do you need? *She was literally, right on time. To the second.*
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 9:55:05 PM)
He redirected his attention her way, a faint smile limning his lips. "I will be succinct. I have heard that you plan to move against Harold. Given that I consider him unfinished business in a sense, I thought I might seek to aid you. The same wards that enabled us to escape before could just as easily keep him trapped."
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 9:58:10 PM)
I will move when the moment is right, and after there has been a change in his patterns. Currently he is wanting to kill me, and make Payton his toy. Oh well. I think giving him a week or so to think about it, he will get back to his old tricks, and I can THEN, after they see the danger, can act. *She shrugged her shoulders a bit.* Your help would be appreciated, but he is a Scourge of great power. I doubt warding him will keep him from dealing with us, even when he is trapped.
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 9:58:38 PM)
*eats the last can, from can act*))
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 10:02:49 PM)
"It will keep him from escaping a more organized assault. Effort spent breaking the ward would be effort not spent on his own defense." The Fiend was not arguing; merely clarifying. "I merely wished to inform you of my interest, and offer my abilities. Forming plans is among them."
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 10:04:04 PM)
I already know how to find him, and he will know how we will do that. *She sighed* I know his celestial name, I told Isa it as well. If we can get Selma to track him for us, we can find him that way, but he will know we will try and get to him that way. He is a homeless old man.
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 10:05:32 PM)
"As they are both Scourges, yes, it seems probable he will be aware of that possibility," he intoned with a thoughtful nod. "Might I propose an alternative to consider?"
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 10:05:59 PM)
*She raised a brow, and nodded to him.* Of course.
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 10:08:01 PM)
"Peyton informed me of his interest, and her rejection thereof. He also told her of his hatred for you." He folded his arms over his narrow stomach. "Someone else could contact invoke him and say that they were willing to make a trade- you for Peyton's safety. That would potentially draw him out without tipping our hand."
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 10:09:46 PM)
*She laughed and shook her head* No. Because he can already watch us from a distance. I don't know if he knows me well enough to track me, but he found and watched Peyton. Doing that is simply you asking me to die. And so, my friend, I say, no.
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 10:11:27 PM)
"It would be a ruse," he said, blinking. "I do not intend for you to sacrifice yourself. Merely to suggest to Harold that others would do so for the sake of Peyton, in order to draw him out. You would not be alone. We would choose the location, trap him, and finish him off."
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 10:14:19 PM)
You would have to have me either dragged in before him, or else he wouldn't believe you, and then, again, I would be powerless to fight him. So, no. *This time her creepy voice was full of power, as the blackness that seemed to be just at the periphery of her mind was visible in her eyes a moment.* I don't trust anyone in this court but a handful. Who would you bring with you to make it so I wasn't alone?
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 10:16:25 PM)
"Competent melee fighters." A shrug. "I had not thought of individuals, only those who would be effective battling the Scourge given what I observed. Selma, likely, since her lore could aid us if he strikes with disease. And your helplessness can be faked."
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 10:17:50 PM)
I do not fake very well. And melee fighters aren't going to be useful, because I will hurt them, unless I remain up close and personal, and if I do that, I wouldn't live for very long. He didn't kill me because he had to escape, and I had much more power then, than I do now.
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 10:20:02 PM)
"Have you considered that your prior method may not be the best one, given that it nearly got both of us killed?" From anyone else, it might have come across as a criticism; to the all but unfeeling Neberu, it was a mild observation. "Ranged attacks are utterly ineffectual. A handful of close-range fighters will likely harry him better than your lore... and without nearly so much risk to your soul."
Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 10:23:05 PM)
*She looked to Darren* I did enough destructive damage to melt the ground around us, and we were the two entites last standing. I doubt your fighters could hurt him, before he took them out with either disease, energy draining, or simply those claws of his.
Darren Coleman (Nov 10, 2011 10:26:29 PM)
"I think you underestimate the capabilities of others," he replied evenly. "And numerical superiority. We are all quite powerful in our own right." A slight shake of his head. "At least consider it. You have little reason to trust me beyond my helping to save your life, but my assessments are typically sound."
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Julia Mackison (Nov 10, 2011 11:06:47 PM)
Numerical superiority didn't help us last time, did it? *She said simply.* I have considered it. I trust no one but myself and 3 others with my life. I thank you for your dragging me away, but I did get Selma to heal your wounds for you. If you find another way, that doesn't involve me being at the beck and call of the so called Others here, I wouldn't mind helping. Until then, us going in circles will do nothing for us. *She waved to him, and started towards where she parked* It was a great
"I am unaffiliated with the court and have no intention of becoming so. If you do arrive at a plan that he will not immediately recognize as a trap and a means to dispatch him that is not tantamount to suicide, please let me know. My offer to assist stands, provided that the endeavor is feasible." He nodded, a parallel to a bow. "Farewell."
You may not be affiliated, but there are those within it that are a danger to the Demonic community, and the mortal community. I have no desire to even partially risk my hide, for them, and I think they feel the same, after my disagreement at court. And anyone going into the grasping range of the Scourge is tantamount to suicide. Even if I do not use my powers as I did, and use them through touching him, we both begin to just see who can expand more power first, and I don't think I can get enough off before he drains me again. He won't deal with the others, he will go straight for me. He is insane, and would risk himself to get to me, as you said. But he isn't stupid, or he wouldn't have had the power to infect us.
"Relations can be repaired," he offered in regard to her political assessment. "Showing that you can act rationally rather than impulsively would likely be quite helpful in that regard. As I said.... well, I did not, so I will specify: I have no intentions of taking orders from any Elohim beyond the Morningstar. That said, while they needn't be your masters, they needn't be your enemies either." He remained still as he spoke. "My analytical skills are fairly beyond compare. I watched you battle this Scourge, and roughly three capable and defensible melee combatants can likely put him down with minimal risk to the three of them, provided we arrange to take care of any disease. Others are working on a potential vaccine that may utterly negate that weapon from his arsenal."
There is no vaccine! *She howled, and that darkness seeped from her pours* It is a magically based virus. *Those blue eyes turned black, and she spoke low* Do not contact me unless you have true knowledge to share. And if your skills had notated, I never raised a hand to touch him. You assume they can land a hit on him through the shadows. You assume much.
Darren stood unfazed by the display. "Clearly a magical vaccine would be impossible, then," the Fiend noted, for the first time letting his tone become disparaging. "If you eliminate this threat, you are doing everyone a favor. If you expire in an ill-conceived attemt... the same remains, true, I fear. I have done nothing but aid you, and your response is... this?" He gestured, dismissively... and his own eyes darkened. Perhaps not as dramatically, but there was a cold lethality. "-You- assume much to speak of shadows to their architect, Halaku."
*With that, she turned, and suddenly she took on her apocolyptic form, the black wings expanding outwards, and then the whole thing being absorbed by shadows* You dealt with space, Fiend. You wish to know what true shadows are? Come and challenge me. otherwise, we are done.
He stood his ground, and maintained his mortal visage. "That is the problem with you, Julia. You may have inherited shadow, but you don't even understand its origins." He shook his head. "Enjoy your extremely limited world while you can." With that, he turned his back on her, shifting his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt and trod back up the beach.
*She snickered, slipped back into her mortal form* Can't even deal with things on your own, can you? *She shook her head, and laughed* Oh, I will enjoy my "limited" world, child. I will.
"I prefer to let problems resolve themselves, when it's obvious that they will," he called back, airily. It wouldn't be long before he was gone, after that.
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