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Middle of Fall: Sun Rise
Baam had been awake most of the night, her dreams haunting her, as they always did, thus her reasoning for not sleeping much. But as she saw the light of the sun coming up into the sky, she placed her silver ribbon back into her hair and stepped out of her room, taking her few things she carried with her, her sword placed on her back. She returned the key to the Inn keep and sighed slightly. For once, she had wished she had actually had more sleep than she actually had had that night.
Raiden sat in his thrown because, of course, what powerful Lord didn't need a room for his favorite seat former furniture? He dug his nails into the arms of the chair, his patience already growing thin just from the few minutes he had been awake. "Those damn lazy little," the rest came out as a mumble under his breath. But before he could continue with his self aimed angry mumbling, he rose and practically stormed his way out of his thrown room and down the hallway where the three of his little workers slept, their rooms all across from one another's. He went along the hall and stopped between their doors, "wake up," he said slowly, though his tone rang of no such thing as playfulness or the like, just annoyance and anger, as it always did. He grew tired of having to wake them up in the mornings, their biological clocks needed to be worked on.
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The next morning was the same as the night he sat at the same table staring into the dying flames. Then the woman came back down, his head inclined to the front desk again, but this time he rose from his seat gripping the sword in his left hand, the sickly navy color of it made him stop and stare at it; he had forgot the fact that he was now a full-fledged reaper, his powers an indication of that as was his left arm now being just as demonic as his right. He slid the sword into it's place upon his back and walked slowly towards the woman slowly; he didn't want any trouble, but the fact she was familiar to him was enough to pique his curiosity. He stopped a few feet away and tilted his head. "I...know you.." He stated clearly, he did; she was very familiar to him. She was the female warrior that served the other lord in his past. "Baam....right?" He asked, his left arm resting in between the spikes on his forearm, and his right right before the elbow so they crossed over his chest. "I thought...you disappeared, what brings you around these parts again?" He asked curiously; he knew her but he wasn't sure if she'd remember him, there were only two things that were still the same about him, his eyes and the tattoo upon his back.
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Raphael was stuffing his face at the in after a mildly restful evening, gouging himself in such a way he was simply trying to get the most of an agreement made with the innkeeper for treatment of his son, a free room for the night and all he could eat wasn't a bad deal for an illness like that. While he was stuffing his face an interesting name arose in a conversation 'Baam'. Rumors abound concerning that name, The Legendary Reaper Hunter here of all places and whats more a reaper talking face to face with her. He began to listen more intently to their conversation while still eating to his hearts content, if nothing more this could escalate to the needs of his services.
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She dressed in her standard loose uniform happy that it gave her the mobility to fully make the most of her powers. She clicked two daggers into a sheath at either side of her waist and waited for Hayane to make his way up her body to rest on her shoulder. As she waited she looked into the mirror scanning her appearance. From the pointed ears coming to her pure white hair then to gray eyes that seemed distant, and down to the mark. She raised one hand to brush the colored skin that depicted a cross on her cheek. She was so absorbed into watching herself that she didn't notice that Hayane had settled himself on her shoulders. She glanced to the side tearing her gaze away from the mirror and herself and headed towards the hall where Raos was greeting their sovereign.
She stood a bit behind Raos before stepping forward and bowing at the waist, placing a dainty hand to her heart. "Lord. I'm sorry to make you wait so long. It is unfortunate." She murmured, her own voice sounding like the soft trickle of water over rocks. She rarely spoke but for now she figured perhaps it would sooth the tension in the air that she felt. She took a step back and remained silent, staying to the shadows of the corridor. No matter how much she knew these people it wouldn't sooth the fact that she was uncomfortable speaking to them. It wasn't a matter of like or dislike or even being shy but more a matter of clarity. She didn't know what their intentions were and if it was against her, then she wanted no part of it.
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Perhaps it was easiest to say that Katariel took more easily to this new lifestyle than the other two. Though none of them remembered their past before they came into their Lord’s service, the other two always seemed… Twitchy? Obedient? Shy? It was quite amusing to watch. Now Katariel, on the other hand, had always had some sliver of evil in her soul. Perhaps it came from being descended from a Shadow Dragon or perhaps she was just tainted by the Gods but she didn’t ever bat an eye when wreaking havoc or performing their daily duties of maiming, murdering, etc.
She decided to playfully tease the other two in her group as she stood right outside of her door, dipping into an extremely low curtsey from ages past, lowering herself to a point where her knees almost touched the ground.
“Good morning, your Lordship.” She said in a melodic, sultry tone before rising once more, clasping her hands behind her back as she waltzed over to stand beside the two others. “What would you have of us today?” Her bright blue eyes raised but did not quite meet the Dark Lord’s for in her culture it was a sign of disrespect to look someone in the eyes that was of higher rank. Instead, her gaze settled lower, on the man’s chin or nose, whichever caught her attention first.
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Her golden eyes scanned his face, trying to see if she really did know this male, something said she did, but it was just a very small annoying voice in the back of her head, and she chose to ignore it for the time being; if the voice was that small, then it wasn't important. She thought about his last statement, about her disappearing, it was true, she had stayed off the maps the best she could for many years now as she went about killing the damn Reapers that ruined her life; it made it easier to do so if less people knew where she was or that she were even still alive. She shook her head slightly, "if you know who i am, why do you so willing walk up to talk to me Reaper?" She was attempting to be as civilized as possible, considering where they were, but deep inside her...she just wanted to slit his filthy Reaper throat.
Raiden watched as his three little worker bees came out for the day, first Raos, Amaran, then Katariel. He watched them as they greeted him, his eyes wandering from body to body slowly. He had noticed that, though none of them remembered what their lives had consisted of before hand, that one of them seemed to be more eager, for lack of a better word, to do his bidding, but that didn't matter, they would all be doing it anyways. He placed his hands behind his back, "finally awake, good, good." He held back a chuckle at something thy obviously missed that ran through his head. "I'm sure you all are looking forward to todays little task now aren't you," he asked more rhetorically than anything.
He moved closer to his little pawns and a grin grin on his snow toned face, "well then, we have a little town...well, you three have a little town to take out today. You see, they think that my leadership is wrong in every sense of the word. And since it is not in the least bit," he sent the three a slight glare, "they must be taken care of. Do it however you see fit, just make sure that all of them are dead. If you are alive, then come back, if you die...don't bring the body back, we don't need one of those lying around here now do we?" He took in a deep breath, his smirk only grinning on his face, "i will except you all back by mid day, if not, i'll assume the worst and i may even have to come after you all myself. I don't think you all want that."
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That as well as his mismatched eyes, the left golden the right blood red. "You still don't remember me?" He asked not giving her a chance to reply as he laughed softly. "I was the little girly-boy in the dresses who served Lady Odette.." He stated quietly to her, not wanting other's to know about his 'embarrassing' past. He waited for some indication that she remembered now, though if she decided to get violent he'd be ready for that too. His right arm clenching tightly, readying his soul striking talent if need be, he'd injury her just enough to keep her from trying to maim him. He didn't want to test her abilities now, it wouldn't be right to damage this place, or hurt any of the people in here; they had done nothing to anyone. He shifted uncomfortably, he could feel the hate literally rolling off her person, this made him very uncomfortable. It would be so for any reaper, but it wasn't as bad as it would be. He did want to know what she could do, but he wouldn't risk his health to find out; he was on a mission currently, and it was of more importance then testing an old rival.
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As she wandered back out into the hallway, she let her gaze trace over Raiden. Too bad the man didn’t appear to be even slightly interested in any of the three of them. He seemed just chaotic enough to be fun.
Standing there in the hallway with her slim fingers wrapped around the upper center of her staff, she arched her brows at the Dark Lord and asked, “Where is this village then, Lord?” She was eager to get started.
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She inclined her head as Katariel spoke about location. Amaran figured that would be important enough to listen for so she halted and waited for an answer. Hayane shifted to turn his head towards the lord once more. She never really understood why but Hayane had never truly liked the lord although her serpent never seemed to express that for fear of getting Amaran in trouble. She let her hand raise to brush over the cold jaw of her serpent before letting it drop to her side loosely.
The other hand began getting her pole arm into a comfortable position in it's sheath on her back where it attached to the cloak. Once she got that done she turned fully towards the lord and let her gaze settle upon him with that distantly cold stare, like she wasn't really in the room. In some ways she wasn't although she didn't know why, she just felt normal as always.
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Raphael already done with his meal continued to look at the two. The atmosphere was tense as the two conversed with each other, a killing intent almost oozing out of the Neko woman. He felt he should pay the inn master extra from lunch and a show, then again this wasn't much of a show just yet,
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"Though," she paused and looked past to Raphael, she had had a feeling that he was listening in the entire time, "we have an ease dropper." She pushed past Soki rather hard, not caring for what his reaction would be to the act, her tail swaying slightly in interest as to why someone would want to listen in. She went and stood in front of him and tapped her claws along her sides, "so? Did you find that interesting?" She still had the want to go and kill Soki, though her curiosity had gotten the better of her for the moment being.
Raiden looked at his three little pawns, "the town is Danzire, you will just head North, though, keep your eye out for any strange turning points, since Danzire is deeply hidden from the main paths." He scanned over them, they weren't too bad of choses of pawns, they were rather good at what they did, and because of this fact, he loved to send them out even more than keep them inside, though, he knew there were some risks behind said act. "Now then, you all run along," he chuckled, "don't make me come help," he reminded again and looked away from them and to the side at the wall, seeming to get stuck in an empty thought, though after a moment, his eyes went back to them, his head unmoving, watching them leave.
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He was being serious, she was starting to piss him off, she maybe a famous reaper hunter, but he was a better reaper then any in existence, at least none he met and slaughtered even laid a hand on him. He crossed his arms, her question to the male ment little to him, as he watched this man closely. The fact she thought she could kill him, made him smile; a hidden smile to himself, he expected her to react to him tugging on her tail, but he'd be ready for that.
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