The young girl's fist only made it partway through its strike before IT rose upwards and coalesced around it, holding it fast. Locaille simply sighed and turned his head downwards slightly before snapping his fingers.
Locaille stepped softly onto the ground as IT formed into a small beastly looking thing perched on his shoulders, one arm closing around his chest protectively while the other still held the girl's hand. IT's head opened above Locaille's left shoulder to reveal row upon row of savagely sharp teeth as this creature roared and then settled into simply snarling and hissing.
"My my, it appears that my little daemonic friend here has taken quite a dislike to you." Locaille said softly and calmly. "Worry not however, I would never knowingly harm such an interesting creature such as yourself." Locaille snapped his fingers and IT released Mitsukai's hand.
Lore: Searching: Part 3 (mature)
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Meagan
Skye jumped in front of Mitsukai after "IT" released her hand.
"Well, what do you expect her to do when some stranger comes up and startles her like you did? She's been through a lot lately, and she doesn't need some weirdo like you scaring her with some demonic 'friend' of yours. Just who the hell are you, anyway?"
"Well, what do you expect her to do when some stranger comes up and startles her like you did? She's been through a lot lately, and she doesn't need some weirdo like you scaring her with some demonic 'friend' of yours. Just who the hell are you, anyway?"
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Mizuki
Mitsukai's berath was coming quickly as she stared at the creature. Her curiosity won over her fear as she eyed the demonic being on the man's shoulder.
"What manner of a creature is that?'' she asked him. Her startlement gone, replaced with curiosity. Being an angel, she had never hseen a real demon, only heard tales about the creatures being evil and full of darkness, but she eyed it anyway with interest.
"What manner of a creature is that?'' she asked him. Her startlement gone, replaced with curiosity. Being an angel, she had never hseen a real demon, only heard tales about the creatures being evil and full of darkness, but she eyed it anyway with interest.
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Vishaing
"Weirdo? Hmmm, yes I suppose I would be quite weird wouldn't I?" Locaille replied chuckling to himself.
"What manner of a creature is that?'' The girl asked.
A high pitched yet dry and scratchy, almost serpentine voice came from IT. "Shgadkkc kzk jklntkdp plssztir irntzklidan ncqumecoi cliknink tkerihck qanchkagtisht mnyckt"
Locaille chuckled, "Ha ha, yes. Hmm, for those of you who don't speak the infernal tongue, he just said ‘I am a creature more terrifying and powerful than any small pathetic little angel brat could ever conceive of.' Ha ha. You must excuse IT, he does not truly cherish the presence of the angelic, after all, most of his confrontations with such beings culminate in conflict. As for me, my name, at the moment at least, is Locaille, and I consider it a pleasure to meet you." he said as he extended his gnarled aged hand. "Now however, I have a question. What, pray tell, is such a sweet innocent young little angel such as yourself doing with such decidedly ‘mortal' companions?"
(OOC man, this guy can talk can't he?)
"What manner of a creature is that?'' The girl asked.
A high pitched yet dry and scratchy, almost serpentine voice came from IT. "Shgadkkc kzk jklntkdp plssztir irntzklidan ncqumecoi cliknink tkerihck qanchkagtisht mnyckt"
Locaille chuckled, "Ha ha, yes. Hmm, for those of you who don't speak the infernal tongue, he just said ‘I am a creature more terrifying and powerful than any small pathetic little angel brat could ever conceive of.' Ha ha. You must excuse IT, he does not truly cherish the presence of the angelic, after all, most of his confrontations with such beings culminate in conflict. As for me, my name, at the moment at least, is Locaille, and I consider it a pleasure to meet you." he said as he extended his gnarled aged hand. "Now however, I have a question. What, pray tell, is such a sweet innocent young little angel such as yourself doing with such decidedly ‘mortal' companions?"
(OOC man, this guy can talk can't he?)
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Meagan
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Mizuki
"I've been banished." Mitsukai said, llooking at the ground shamefully. "I'm no angel anymore, I'm a fallen." This was quite possibly, the first reall time it has ever been disscussed. The moastary she had fallen at thought she was a messenger of the gods who had lost her way. They still treated her well when she had no message, they wouldn't even disscuss how she came to them. They believed such things should be left alone to the gids will.
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Vishaing
Both Locaille and IT seemed thunderstruck for a moment before IT spoke. "Iktbgfking htfghjlika Otukdshkgin Pkrata Setrucktlklus." It appeared to be growing angry.
"Indeed." Locaille added. "You honestly expect us to believe that? Banished?" He spat the word. "Banished for what? You have relatively no Taint on your Soul whatsoever. Well, no ensconced Taint, the Taint you have is relatively new, and given the rather epochal temporal distortions between the Devine and Mundane dimensions any Taint from whatever transgression might have earned would have ensconced itself onto your Soul long before your feet ever touched down on this land. But, you aren't lying, I can tell that, so What exactly did you do that your kin considered so terrible, but your Soul disagreed about?"
"Indeed." Locaille added. "You honestly expect us to believe that? Banished?" He spat the word. "Banished for what? You have relatively no Taint on your Soul whatsoever. Well, no ensconced Taint, the Taint you have is relatively new, and given the rather epochal temporal distortions between the Devine and Mundane dimensions any Taint from whatever transgression might have earned would have ensconced itself onto your Soul long before your feet ever touched down on this land. But, you aren't lying, I can tell that, so What exactly did you do that your kin considered so terrible, but your Soul disagreed about?"
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Mizuki
Mitsukai thought before answering, still staring at the ground with a grim face. "I challenged my god's power. Now I believe he's sent an assassin out to be rid of me. Why I do not understand." She glared hard at the ground. Pictures of anguish forming in her mind and she unconsciously melted a rock.
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Vishaing
It and Locaille turned slightly towards each other, and from the quickly shifting facial expressions seemed to be sharing their thoughts, soon both were smiling wide smiles of Joy before Locaille burst into laughter.
"Glorious." he said softly as his laughter died downwards. "Glorious Indeed. This is worthy of note. IT, fetch me my Journal." And the daemon raced off of his shoulder and straight up the wall of the tower behind Locaille, quickly disappearing at the top. "This is Glorious, albeit slightly ahead of schedule."
"Glorious." he said softly as his laughter died downwards. "Glorious Indeed. This is worthy of note. IT, fetch me my Journal." And the daemon raced off of his shoulder and straight up the wall of the tower behind Locaille, quickly disappearing at the top. "This is Glorious, albeit slightly ahead of schedule."
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Mizuki
Mitsukai never felt so much anger inside of her like this before. She never normally destroyed something, it wasn't allowed unless it was self-preservation. She blinked as she came back to reality.
"What?" she asked softly, she didn't understand what Locaille was talking about. If it was even supposed to make sense to her.
"What?" she asked softly, she didn't understand what Locaille was talking about. If it was even supposed to make sense to her.
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Meagan
OOC: Wow. Leydon is really lazy. ^_^
IC: Skye listened as Mitsukai told her story. Then, he heard Locaille talking about it being 'glorious'.
"What in the hell is glorious? What are you talking about? Are you saying her being banished from her home is glorious? She had family that she'll probably never see again! And you're calling that glorious? What kind of psycho... And a journal? I guess you ask every woman why they come here, and about their past. And you write it down, too, I'm guessing?
Leydon! Can you believe this idiot?"
IC: Skye listened as Mitsukai told her story. Then, he heard Locaille talking about it being 'glorious'.
"What in the hell is glorious? What are you talking about? Are you saying her being banished from her home is glorious? She had family that she'll probably never see again! And you're calling that glorious? What kind of psycho... And a journal? I guess you ask every woman why they come here, and about their past. And you write it down, too, I'm guessing?
Leydon! Can you believe this idiot?"
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Vishaing
SPEECH!
(OOC: I’ve had this speech in the works since the thread first started. ^.^, this is quite long, but it will be worth the read I think, if anythign just for the philosophies involved.)
Locaille paused briefly and sighed. Shortly thereafter IT returned with a massive tome of gray binding, thousands of pages and numerous different colored bookmarks came from the front. Locaille opened it to somewhere in the middle and began running his hand over the pages. He began to talk as small plumes of smoke stemmed from the pages.
“It is such a curious thing, the tendencies of mortals, and some immortals, unfortunately, especially in regards to the occurrences of one’s life. You instantly assume that such banishment would be a great cataclysm, when it is not. You now have a wonderful opportunity to assist the world in ways that you would never have dreamed of had you remained incarcerated on high in your little citadel of heaven. And as for what was Glorious, I did not mean that your current plight was glorious, but rather the implications it carried with it, they are glorious. Such a minor offence, yet it bears such grave consequences. There are two such organizations that behave in such a way, the Arken Military, and the Daemons of Hell. Thus this action is fundamentally contrary to the nature of the Angelic race, and signals either one of three things, or possibly a combination of the scenarios. Scenario One; the angels are becoming more daemonic, which in itself is extremely satisfactory to me as I have spent a great deal of time and effort attempting to persuade the Angels to look at the darkness, if anything simply to have a better understanding of what they fight. The first rule of any conflict, is of course, know thy self, a however the second, and infinitely more important rule, is know thy enemy. By restricting themselves and not allowing any of their kind to actively look at darkness, to delve into it, to solve its mysteries and then emerge stronger AND with the knowledge of the source of their strength, and thus how to undo it, they are withholding from themselves a great and powerful weapon. So, if scenario one is true, then they are finally growing past their inane preconceptions. Or, it is entirely possible that they have judged you, my dear darling little angel, to be of sufficient will that they believe, by banishing you, you will step down into darkness, discover the aforementioned secrets, and then return to their light bearing weapons more powerful than you could imagine.” Locaille closed the book and held it at his side. “Scenario two; the ranks of the angels have been successfully infiltrated by a daemon or some other servant of darkness. This is inherently a negative scenario, as this will ultimately disturb the balance, something that cannot be allowed to pass. However, if this is the case this daemon will slip up eventually, as Daemons are inherently detesting of espionage, and the realization that they are not inviolate will be a drastic wake up call that, frankly, the angels have been needing for a long time, a very long time. Or, scenario three, the angels are getting paranoid. This signifies that there is a great event coming in which the angels believe will necessitate absolute faith and absolute strength of will. This is quite nice, as I have been waiting for something such as this to come, it will give me an ample opportunity to dethrone both Shea and Sinnead. As I feel that neither of these fools is truly fit to rule. And the world will be a far better place for everyone without either, whereas if either were to win only one group of people would benefit. As you might not truly see, any of these events is quite nice for all involved, save perhaps the angels and daemons themselves, however they seem to encourage sacrifice, so that point is irrelevant, and daemons are inherently self destructive, so their situation has not truly changed.
“Now, do you see why your situation is a good thing, as for an assassin, I will deal with him, or her, whoever. I have taken a profound interest in you, and I don’t let my, investments, come under attack. And as for you, my little, strikingly ‘mortal’ friend.” Locaille said, turning to Skye and lowering his head into what would likely be a glare, if you could see his eyes. “Do NOT call me an idiot, I know facts you would never dream of and have walked this earth for more years than you could count to. I have memorized books written by creatures whose names you could never pronounce and have mastered every language on this planet. And yes, yes I do ask people about their pasts, I am a historian, it’s my job. I have been tasked with recording the entire history of this wretched little world, from start to finish, eternity, spent doing nothing but watching others and recording. Now, what are YOU doing with your, all too short, life?”
Locaille paused briefly and sighed. Shortly thereafter IT returned with a massive tome of gray binding, thousands of pages and numerous different colored bookmarks came from the front. Locaille opened it to somewhere in the middle and began running his hand over the pages. He began to talk as small plumes of smoke stemmed from the pages.
“It is such a curious thing, the tendencies of mortals, and some immortals, unfortunately, especially in regards to the occurrences of one’s life. You instantly assume that such banishment would be a great cataclysm, when it is not. You now have a wonderful opportunity to assist the world in ways that you would never have dreamed of had you remained incarcerated on high in your little citadel of heaven. And as for what was Glorious, I did not mean that your current plight was glorious, but rather the implications it carried with it, they are glorious. Such a minor offence, yet it bears such grave consequences. There are two such organizations that behave in such a way, the Arken Military, and the Daemons of Hell. Thus this action is fundamentally contrary to the nature of the Angelic race, and signals either one of three things, or possibly a combination of the scenarios. Scenario One; the angels are becoming more daemonic, which in itself is extremely satisfactory to me as I have spent a great deal of time and effort attempting to persuade the Angels to look at the darkness, if anything simply to have a better understanding of what they fight. The first rule of any conflict, is of course, know thy self, a however the second, and infinitely more important rule, is know thy enemy. By restricting themselves and not allowing any of their kind to actively look at darkness, to delve into it, to solve its mysteries and then emerge stronger AND with the knowledge of the source of their strength, and thus how to undo it, they are withholding from themselves a great and powerful weapon. So, if scenario one is true, then they are finally growing past their inane preconceptions. Or, it is entirely possible that they have judged you, my dear darling little angel, to be of sufficient will that they believe, by banishing you, you will step down into darkness, discover the aforementioned secrets, and then return to their light bearing weapons more powerful than you could imagine.” Locaille closed the book and held it at his side. “Scenario two; the ranks of the angels have been successfully infiltrated by a daemon or some other servant of darkness. This is inherently a negative scenario, as this will ultimately disturb the balance, something that cannot be allowed to pass. However, if this is the case this daemon will slip up eventually, as Daemons are inherently detesting of espionage, and the realization that they are not inviolate will be a drastic wake up call that, frankly, the angels have been needing for a long time, a very long time. Or, scenario three, the angels are getting paranoid. This signifies that there is a great event coming in which the angels believe will necessitate absolute faith and absolute strength of will. This is quite nice, as I have been waiting for something such as this to come, it will give me an ample opportunity to dethrone both Shea and Sinnead. As I feel that neither of these fools is truly fit to rule. And the world will be a far better place for everyone without either, whereas if either were to win only one group of people would benefit. As you might not truly see, any of these events is quite nice for all involved, save perhaps the angels and daemons themselves, however they seem to encourage sacrifice, so that point is irrelevant, and daemons are inherently self destructive, so their situation has not truly changed.
“Now, do you see why your situation is a good thing, as for an assassin, I will deal with him, or her, whoever. I have taken a profound interest in you, and I don’t let my, investments, come under attack. And as for you, my little, strikingly ‘mortal’ friend.” Locaille said, turning to Skye and lowering his head into what would likely be a glare, if you could see his eyes. “Do NOT call me an idiot, I know facts you would never dream of and have walked this earth for more years than you could count to. I have memorized books written by creatures whose names you could never pronounce and have mastered every language on this planet. And yes, yes I do ask people about their pasts, I am a historian, it’s my job. I have been tasked with recording the entire history of this wretched little world, from start to finish, eternity, spent doing nothing but watching others and recording. Now, what are YOU doing with your, all too short, life?”
(OOC: Just a little note, and this is the administration's fault, but we're not quite sure about the realms of the Gods in Heirot yet, we'll figure it out soon enough so I'm also throwing a thank you at Viashang at reminding me of that. Oh, and crap I didn't notice that Locaille had introduced himself, sorry.)
Leydon just stared blankly through Locaille's speech. It was much too long for his tastes and about 1/8th of the way through it he figured it wasn't worth his time to listen and started making lights appear in various shapes with the rune on his sword. When he noticed that Locaille was done he blinked and shrugged at Skye.
Leydon just stared blankly through Locaille's speech. It was much too long for his tastes and about 1/8th of the way through it he figured it wasn't worth his time to listen and started making lights appear in various shapes with the rune on his sword. When he noticed that Locaille was done he blinked and shrugged at Skye.
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Meagan
OOC: Omg! He reminds me of one of my friends at school! XD
IC: "Now, what are YOU doing with your, all too short, life?" Locaille asked him.
Skye was nearly speechless. Never had he heard such an idiotic, but logical, speech. In his mind, he knew Locaille was probably right, but like he'd EVER admit that.
"What do I do with my life? Nothing important, except trying to protect Mitsukai from evil. Let me ask you this, what ARE you? And I can call you an idiot if I want. It's not like I knew you were some freak historian."
OOC: I LOVE THIS GUY!!! (too bad Skye doesn't)
IC: "Now, what are YOU doing with your, all too short, life?" Locaille asked him.
Skye was nearly speechless. Never had he heard such an idiotic, but logical, speech. In his mind, he knew Locaille was probably right, but like he'd EVER admit that.
"What do I do with my life? Nothing important, except trying to protect Mitsukai from evil. Let me ask you this, what ARE you? And I can call you an idiot if I want. It's not like I knew you were some freak historian."
OOC: I LOVE THIS GUY!!! (too bad Skye doesn't)