The Velok Relics (Fringe)

[Kesare]

[SIZE=10pt]The silence stretches out between the two of them, already knowing what the other was thinking without needing to say anything at all. Matsu had the lead as she took up the rear, her gaze sweeping over their surroundings while keeping her guard up for any disturbances. Notably it is just the opposite of what she had been expecting when they enter the temple, her eyes immediately adjusting to the severe change in lighting as she again surveys the room. Nothing. Her lips tug into a frown, the chill of something to come hanging thick in the air and keeping her on edge. The calm before the storm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The two women dance around the room, fingers prying and digging past the dirt and grime while finding nothing of value. Just then the silence ceases and out of instinct her fingers wrapping around the hilt of her weapon and gaze trained on the entrance. The anticipation deflates when Bundori appears, her shoulders sagging slightly with disappointment that it was merely the small girl and nothing more. Without a word she turns away, focusing on the task at hand as they continue to search from one room to the next.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The chill drags up her spine like ice and the time for pleasantries has passed, this time she does not hesitate as she pulls out the saber and watching the blaze of red illuminate the room. Bundori’s singsong voice echoes throughout the room while her approach leans toward the quieter side as she makes sweeping arcs, savagely sawing into flesh and bone while watching as body’s rain to the floor. It felt easy, too easy. Swiping her arm over her mouth, blood smears and she tastes the metallic and sneers as she glances over at her Master, eyes sharp and knowing. “We can take them. All of them.” Her voice raw and passionate as she offers her a small nod. “You lead and I’ll follow.” Matsu knew that she would follow her straight into the pits of hell if she asked her to.[/SIZE]

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[member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Bundori"]​

 

[Shinju]

North Catacombs - Shrine of Destruction
2x Lignan Crystals
2x Opila Crystals
2x Ring of Aza'zoth

"Your in my way." Shinju was looking at the man who was standing there and holding a sword, the prison had proven useful for information as a line of bodies and torn limbs adorned the halls. Her mouth a crimson mask while saliva dripped and her saber screamed with the shard and banshee crystal in it. Their pain feeding into her while it all echoed. She moved slashing the crimson blade and carving the man up before moving on making sure he wouldn't get up as she dragged a piece of his torso with her and threw it at the next one who came through the catacombs. "RAAAA" Shinju snarled lunging and jumping onto him as she sank teeth in entering a large room filled with people. "You are all going to die."

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

West Catacombs - Living Quarters
Assorted artifacts of Nihil Smokestone
2x Derriphan's Eye knife

So to the west catacombs it was to -- motley crew of pirates along with the small bit of mercenaries from the lily white lord and Miss Sassy pants. They would get right to the fray, for the Sorcerers were not too keen on letting go their prized possessions.

Bourne was certainly enjoying himself, as were his crew. They spared no niceties -- they were after all PIRATES.

Their trip down the corridor and towards the West Catacombs would certainly be bloody, but with luck, won't be without it's prize. Were they to be successful in this, perhaps a jont down towards the Southern Catacombs would prove to be fruitful.

At the present time, he was too busy shoving his alchemized phrik sword into someone's belly.

[member="Kitt Solo"] @.... i forgot how to spell your name mate, but you High Lord you

 

[Bundori]

South Catacombs - Command Chamber
'Excavation Results' datacard
2x Qixoni Crystals
Ring of Aza'zoth

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Kesare Salazar"]

Bundori looked as the other woman with her master moved about her eyes flicking back and forth in her skull and taking in the sight of it all. Amusement playing on her face while they were cut down and she moved off searching stopping only at the grouping in front of her. They seemed surprised for a moment as she smile remained on her face and then she was jumping at the one man raising the chain sword and driving it through him. The stunned reaction from his friends going away and anger coming while they attacked. Bundori barred her tony teeth and ground them a little as she focused and kicked. Just like uncle Lucien had taught her and she kicked letting her species control of the elements send a jet of flame into the mans face with screams from behind as another was ignited. Her running trying to put it out amusing.

Now she could keep searching while the one laid there twitching with his eyelids blinking, Bundori looked down at him and started bouncing up and down up and down while waving. "Master master there are more of them over here." She was excited now and living every moment of it while she ran around to the rooms and was searching. "I found something." She came out holding a chunk of stone broken from the wall but worn on one side. "Look it is a head smashing thingamagig used by ancient peoples to sacrifice to their gods. Yep yep" She had a look on her face of amusement. "Or its a rock but it is an awesome rock, we should call it Steve and use it to find what they have hidden here." Her amusement remained when another came down the corridor and Bundori threw Steve smashing the man with the hood up and he fell back. "Fly Steve." The hood going back and exposing the shattered nose. "Good Steve."

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

The difference in the way her Apprentices took care of business was marked, and...somewhat funny. There was Kesare, vicious and unrelenting - a woman who was not afraid to do exactly what she pleased in the pursuit of what she wanted. Matsu could appreciate that; she saw herself in that. But then there was Bundori, bounding around and seemingly pleasant until she ripped someone in two and baring her little teeth. And then brought Matsu a rock. Steve seemed as good a name as any for a head-smashing thingamajig. Matsu wasn't even entirely sure how to respond, struggling to find a way to respond to her apprentice smashing a sorcerer over the head with Steve when more came to distract her from the pursuit for speech.

It seemed the stream of sorcerers was unrelenting, more appearing whenever they were slaughtered. They were making good time, pushing forward with a pace Matsu could be proud of. Until they reached a wall of rock, large pieces of rubble and smaller pebbles collected tightly on top of each other. The sorcerers came up behind them, threatening to press them up against the wall and overwhelm them.

"I'll hold them off - clear the wall!" she called to both Apprentices, throwing all her skills in to defending against the sorcerers, feeling a burning rush of spell past her arm that singed her clothes.

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[member="Kesare Salazar"] | [member="Bundori "]| [member="Jared Ovmar"]​

 

[Shinju]

From

Spoiler

East Catacombs - Prison
A Sith Abattar claimed by Shinju

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North Catacombs - Shrine of Destruction
2x Lignan Crystals
2x Opila Crystals
2x Ring of Aza'zoth

Shinju stood on a pile of limbs and was holding one of the arms, using the finger to pick at the things between her teeth since the level of violence and gore surpassed what should be shown to people. Robe were torn to shreds while the siren's song her saber gleamed and pulsed with screams from the crystals. Her eyes watching everything coming around her while she laughed and ploped down on the pile sliding down towards the shrine. "Weee" She was having fun and was surprised more memebers of the fringe hadn't come to help but she supposed that served a purpose. She could stay here and wait for them but this was a world one didn't really stay on, non you came and completed the objective then left and she was doing just that. "Oh Rave I hope your happy." She wondered if they had found what she wanted but thought about her daughter while walking and sitting down while she was clinking between her fingers the three rings. One hers and two from the case with the crystals. "niblets come out and play."

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Bundori"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Kesare Salazar"]

Blood coursed from the opened wound right onto the greedy steel of Kaukani. ‘Thousand’ it meant, and yet even after tasting the blood of more than a thousand victims, it still lusted for more… and more… and more. I could feel it, the desire radiating from the cold, hot tempest that swirled around in the essence of the blade, crafted by our finest and vilest Smithies. As I stared into oblivion, through the little holes of the veil, I could see my children dying, dying at the hands of the Barbarians. They were at our proverbial gates, and acolyte after acolyte was being slaughtered by their black hands, but the sacrifice would be honored. For their death paid for the escape of our youngest and most promising children, those who would hold the torch for our next generation.

I blinked and my vision was filled with the apparition of her and hers, she was strong and his taste was all over her. The time was almost there, almost Kaukani… have just a little bit more patience.

And then it came, the feeling of utter and divine peace when Assam had left the temple through the backdoor of sorts, leaving me here to… do what? Fight, the blade whispered to me. Kill, it demanded of me. Feed my hunger, it coerced. Now… yes, now as the time.

The wound healed itself, as a single black tear fell upon it, leaving a beautiful, white pocketed scar in it’s place. Ancestor’s gifts came with a prize, always. It was known.

I stood up from my kneeling position, felt my knees crack just a tad bit against the sudden strain of holding the bulk of my body up once again and smiled as the thrill went through me. Today… would be the day of bloodletting, they would soon find out why the Rhand ruled over this Cluster, and nobody else.

My steps were heralded by the thrum in the Dark, the steady vibrations of the Song guiding me on the way. Again a blink and red filled my eyes, as the Visions of the Dark blessed me. Black beads, little orbs suddenly arranged my field of view, they made up the world and made up the future. Gave me choices, choices I could pick and decide…

Today was going to be a good day, I thought as I entered the chamber where the little kid was hacking into my children. Where the former slave was helping her new spiritual Mistress fend off the Acolytes. Entered the room filled with corpses of my brothers and sisters, but I only smiled my smile and eventually spoke when the last corpse fell to the ground.

‘The Dark is strong in all of you, destruction runs true once again, Kaukani is hungry, my children. Who wants to go first?’

Red twirled into Amber into Obsidian, Darkness guide me for my cause is Righteous.

 

[Kitt Solo]

En route Prison
Along the way 1x Derriphan's Eye knife West Catacombs
A Sith Abattar

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"]

She clutched her blaster and fired along with a few good jabs, hooks, and simple-but-strong kicks. Bodies littered the ground, though still breathing, in her wake. She wasn't afraid to use it on that scoundrel's men, either, if they got too close. She kept an empathic read on his men, to sense their mood changes in targets just in case.

There was a chest at the end of the hall. Using the force, she slammed two guards against a door. The door splintered opened and revealed barred rooms on the other side. Opening the chest, she pocketed one of the two knives inside. Sensing one of the pirates get a little too close, she whirled around and brought the chest up.

"Whoa, there darlin.' There's plenty for us all. Why don't you back up real nice now?"

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

West Catacombs - Living Quarters
Assorted artifacts of Nihil Smokestone
2x Derriphan's Eye knife

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Arms would open wide and his Sorcerer of Tund's trench coat would pull back as his cocky swagger would bring the man right up behind the rather saucy brunette.

"Easy there, sweetheart -- you don't want to get the goods from my crew," a bit of snark would drawl from his lips in devilry, "Seem a bit antsy there... it's alright, I have that effect." he'd say dripping with scoundrel confidence.

Without fear of body -- well not evident in his face -- the Captain would walk casually up beside Kitt to see just what she had managed to upturn.

A curious sound would come as the pirate would peer over, noticing the blades. "Now ain't them a pretty little picture." he'd turn to her and wink, "Not as pretty as you."

He'd so go for one of the daggers.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"]

With a loud snap, she closed the lid to the chest but not before she used sleight of hand to take one of the two daggers. She wondered if Mister Swarthy caught the gesture or not. His men, farther away, would've had a more difficult time seeing it.

"I'll tell you what, sugar. Tell your men to back off and I'll just give you this," she boldly winked at him and went to shove the closed-box toward the scoundrel's chest. Her back slid along the wall as she inched toward the open door of the prison.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

[member="Kitt Solo"]


Bourne gave a small omph, as the chest was shoved into his arms, the glint of rings reflecting light as his fingers took the prize. Oh, he didn't miss her flight of fancy with those little deft hands of hers and his smug expression showed that.

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"Such a feisty little minx, aren't you," he'd start, drumming his fingers across the chest, amusement practically bleeding from his form. "Well... perhaps I can be so inclined, but perhaps we shall see what you have in your hands, love."

He would give the chest to Smee, who would instantly grab it to hold with greedy fingers, a prize that the Captain appointed him to nab. Behind him, the other pirates were busy collecting stone statues, some flecked with gold. Could fetch a pretty price.

Pale blue eyes would see Kitt inch to the door. "Ah ah ah... no need to leave so soon. We've only just begun."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"]

A mirrored-cocky grin matched his as she tucked the dagger within her belt loop, behind the small of her back and beneath the hem of her jacket. Her palm curled around something else. "Sure, I'll show you my hands," grinned widened as she pointed a blaster at his chest. Set on stun, but he didn't need to know that.

Brandy-colored hair fluttered across her shoulders, caught in the draft of the prison doorway as she paused.

"And careful, this minx bites, darlin.' Maybe it's time for you to start rethinking your life choices?"

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

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"Well... I do like it when a lass shows teeth." A light brush of this finger over his swollen lower lip where Kitt had sunk her teeth into not minutes prior would send a not so subtle reminder to the High Councilor. The Devil's own would lift his hands, showing he was unarmed, right foot going forward to take a slow step.

"Now.... about those hands of yours...." he'd start slow, rakish grin creeping over his face an instant before he moved. He was fast. Damnably fast, as his hand went snapping out to attempt and disarm the Bounty hunter of her pistol. He was either a fool with a death wish or simply a cocky arrogant rascal with an even bigger ego to boot.

Maybe both.

Either way, he had every intention of getting Kitt's blaster from her.

And maybe, just his luck, she'd get handsy again too. Savvy.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"]
It was hard, even for the master empath, to sense his intent beneath the thick surface of disillusioned cockiness. But she recognized that grin as one she often used herself.

Aww, kriff.

He moved fast. Index-finger instinctively squeezed down on the trigger. Fortunately for her the stun bolt escaped the nozzle. Unfortunately for her, it sailed over the intended target's shoulder and toward one of his men.

She was on him like drizzled butter on a pie crust.

She lunged forward, left fist swung for a hook toward the right side of his swarthy looking face. Right hand shot forward as her digits attempted to wrap around the scoundrel's wrist that held her blaster for a nice twist.

Handsy was just the beginning.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"SMEG!" came a cry from the pirates as they all turned to their fallen stunned comrade. It was all out now. Half were on Smeg while the others were doing a half way dance at trying to determine whether or not to help the Captain.

Meanwhile....

"Whoa...WHOA!" in came the good from her left, his head jerking back to narrowly avoid the slug just a hairsbreadth from his nose.

"WOULD YOU QUIT THAT?!" he'd exclaim with a notable rise in octave, "That hurts!" his wrist would start to turn at an angle it wasn't meant to.

"Why you feisty little Minx!" he'd grunt out, keeping his fingers clear of the trigger and then using his body to slam her against the wall. Another grunt would fall from his lips, for she was quite the soft cushion to the blow, the blaster between them with the muzzle aimed at the floor.

Another rakish leer would curve against his swarthy face, thick brows arching with notable suggestion as he'd peer at her from the crown of her head and lower still for that rather decadent view. Nice pair.

His other hand would come smacking against the wall by her head, thumb grazing chestnut tendrils as the husky tone of his voice would murmur in a low hush. "Well...not my favorite position, lass.. but it will do, "

His legs would work to wedge themselves between hers, attempting to get leverage in the midst of their struggle for the blaster. "Work with me here, sweetheart and I promise I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Enter that roguish wink anew.