by DCLXVI on Wed Feb 10, 2010 7:02 pm
At the request of the Lunar Summoner, Zeke pulled up a chair from a neighboring table and sat backwards on it, resting his head on his arms on the chair back. He and the boy in the green vest seemed to be the oldest at the table; the Lunar Summoner herself seemed barely old enough to be out of the house. She was also the only woman, aside from the hooded girl still sitting at the bar. Zeke tried not to draw attention to himself. He was prepared to fight if he had to, but leadership wasn't his forte. Although he wasn't a picture of discipline, Zeke wholeheartedly preferred taking orders to giving them out.
As Zeke listened, a boy who appeared to be the Fire Summoner who had caused some ruckus earlier walked into the inn. He appeared quite mad.
Oh great, Zeke thought to himself, Another psycho. That's just what I need. He's not in an illusion, is he, Mazzicks? Zeke had developed a habit, since meeting Luciphor, of asking Mazzicks who was in an illusion and who wasn't. Just in case.
Nope, the light voice of Zeke's summon said, One hundred percent real. Although if he's as good as Skote, he may be. Sometimes I can't tell with Skote's stuff... Oh, and if he was in an illusion, why would he look like that?
Maz, I think the absolute last thing we want to do now is let a homicidal Fire Summoner's spirit know you think he's ugly.
As Mazzicks went on about how she didn't actually think the boy was ugly, per se, Zeke attempted to tune her out and pay attention to the other Summoners.
"Hmm..." he heard the boy in white robes say, "One with the element of fire...your spirit...is quite aggressive. I would ask you not to use you abilities so rashly. There are innocents around, and I will not have them harmed.[/i]"
You speak with a lot of authority, Zeke thought, He looks like the type who won't answer to that until you've shown him how powerful you are. Zeke would be happy to see what this kid had; he knew from experience that simply being a Summoner didn't automatically make you powerful.
"We are here so that we may protect them, not cause them harm," the robed boy continued. "We are not the Ruscave."
Zeke raised an eyebrow. "It's not like they're a hive mind," he muttered. Since meeting Luciphor, he hadn't necessarily thought any better of the Ruscave, but he had begun to get somewhat agitated when people spoke of them as a collective entity.
Don't take things so personally, Zeke, he heard Mazzicks say, He's not trying to be offensive. Maybe someone he loved was killed by a Ruscave?
Someone I love was killed by a woman, but you don't see me preaching misogyny, do you?
As the two argued, the robed boy's summon appeared; a tall, armored woman, with long black hair. She said something about "destiny" and "gathering Summoners." Zeke sighed. He had hoped responsibility would be an optional thing.