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Xyntha Kynvaelatre-Naeve

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Cynn wasn't the type of girl who would normally spend her time in a teahouse. At least, not an ordinary teahouse. A resident of Solinus City, she just happened to be visiting Wing City for the weekend, and had heard about this apparent 'high brow' gathering while she was perusing her old hangouts. And of course, she was all over high brow events.

But why a tea house? She'd have to ask. As it was, however, the young woman approached the establishment with an air of confidence. Dressed in a black, close-fitting cocktail dress and towering in shiny high-heels to match, Cynn looked every bit the part of the rich party-girl that she was.

Manoeuvring past Luneth with evident disregard for any sort of queue, Cynn flashed a smile to the greeter. "This is a wonderfully quaint place you've got," she said, "Very different. I like different."

With only a moment's pause for a response, Cynn was off and into the building, finding her way to the bar only after being relieved of her pistol. She gave it up without any fuss, as it was really only decorative.

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With a glass of wine now in hand, Cynn meandered her way through the room, scouting for a table with interesting looking people at it. Her eyes fell, in the end, on a suited man who seemed to be giving instructions to people. The manager, maybe? Or even the owner, since this was the opening party. No doubt he was where the most interesting conversations would be making their way to. To many people, a party was as much a diplomatic event as receiving an ambassador.

Cynn snaked her way towards Jackson with a smile on her face, pausing to hover beside his table. "Am I to presume that you're running the show tonight?" she inquired, "It's a lovely place you have here. Who do I have to thank?"

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Cynn smiled at the man's politeness, inclining her head in turn before sliding into a seat across from him. "Lovely to meet you - I'm Cynn, Cynn Naeata-" The girl paused at the unnatural thunder clap. Her façade of poise and smoothness slipped for a moment as concern was visible on her face, but she quickly concealed it again. It probably wasn't anything to be worried about.

"What a strange noise," she commented, her smile returning, "But anyway. Yes, my name is Cynn. I'm from Solinus City, actually. I'm just visiting for the weekend, to get away from responsibility."

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"I spent quite a lot of time here ten years ago," Cynn replied, taking a sip of her wine with a grin, "It's a very interesting place, at the least. A bit too interesting for my tastes, sadly. Solinus is a little more tame, more suited for the ambitions of a girl like me."

At that, she smiled knowingly, "And I will be sure to spread the word. I'll try not to go overboard, though. I can be surprisingly persuasive within my circles of influence."

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Cynn gave that knowing smile again, chuckling and tapping her nose, "Now that would be telling," she replied, "Let's just say somewhere a looong way away. Not a very nice place, all said and done. Horrible weather, always too hot without any wind. So, is this a personal venture, or do you own other businesses?"

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Cynn nodded appreciatively, hiding any signs that what Jackson was saying was boring her. If there was one thing she knew about successful people, it was that they loved talking about their success. "You must be quite well set up," she offered, "What sort of things do you deal in? I know some people from Solinus with similar business models." Of course, the people that she knew weren't exactly legitimate businessmen. But it was technically true.

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"That's so sweet!" Cynn said, beaming. Behind the smile she was rolling her eyes, but as a master of keeping such things to herself, nothing betrayed her inner derision. "She's very lucky to have a brother like you. I imagine it must have been hard to work your way up from there."

Cynn leaned forward onto her elbows on the table, "It must be hard running a business in a city like this. How do you manage the danger factor? Wars, gangs, mages... I can see it making insurance a nightmare."

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Cynn smiled, "I don't have a job," she said, "Not technically, at least. I'm not employed. I... make my way, though. I know the right people, and I'm very good at making friends. When I first started out, I worked for a bigshot in Solinus, but I was never officially on a payroll, as it were. Since then I've worked my way up."

Cynn was deliberately vague - after all, when you had established yourself as a figure of influence by winding men and women of all sorts around your little finger through less than natural means, you didn't really want to advertise it. Cynn was rich and powerful having never worked a full day in her short life on Terra.

She had a feeling most people would resent that.

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Cynn chuckled, "Maybe I could," she said non-committally. Of course, she knew that with a few exceptions, she was the only person you needed to know over there. She knew everyone who was anyone, and could usually persuade them to do anything.

There were always exceptions, though. Not everyone was an NPC quite so easily seduced or strongarmed into her camp. "I'll be sure to remember your name should it come up back home."

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Raising an eyebrow, Cynn grinned, "Whilst I wouldn't say that I'm most women," she began, "It's certainly an excellent start."

Idly, she wondered whether leading Jackson on was worth it. She did have an unfortunate lack of influence in Wing City, maybe she could work this in her favour...

"I'll be sure to drop by whenever I'm in town. I don't know all that many people here, after all."

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"See you around," Cynn said, smiling. Well, that made the decision for her. Maybe some other time she'd actually turn on the charm. It was cheating, really, but she didn't have any moral qualms about cheating.

She was a demoness. That was what she did best! Casting a cursory glance around the room, she found nobody else alone that struck her interest, and so finishing her wine and leaving the money for it, she departed the teahouse.

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Solinus City Police Station wasn't quite as heavy duty as Wing City's, but even though the coastal city saw far less action than its nearby cousin, the populace of Terra required a force equipped to deal with all manner of threats. They were efficient and well armed, men and women from all walks of life and all races. But even the deadliest arsenal was no protection from corruption.

Xyntha Kynvaelatre-Naeve, or 'Cynn' as she went by these days perched upon the edge of the Solinus City Police Chief's desk. Her dress was cut low and high at her neckline and her legs respectively, showing off the assets of her adopted human guise. She was smiling, a practised and easy smile that put the chief at ease. It was the smile of a person who was undeniably on your side.

"So, Chief... you see my point of view, of course?" Xyntha said, tilting her head back to look at the man who sat at the desk.

The Chief nodded, "You're right, as always, Cynn. You know this city better than I do, much as it begrudges me to say it. Shutting down Bjergsen's operation would turn a lot of people to more violent crime. It's a hell of a thing to turn a blind eye to... but you've persuaded me."

Xyntha smiled. Henrik Bjergsen was a key player in Solinus City's drug market. The city was rife with powerful criminals like him, and the police force had their hands full dealing with it. Bjergsen was also a 'friend' of Xyntha's, conveniently. Xyntha kept the man in line, kept his operation smooth and kept his dealings non-violent. He provided a service to needy customers, was all - she wouldn't have him dirtying her streets with gang violence. In return, she kept the police off of his back. They'd been ready to move on him. This meeting kept him afloat.

But there was more to it than an owed favour. Bjergsen was useful. He was a needy hound, and he kept no secrets from her. Anything he thought might earn him her favour fell from his tongue freely. She could send him on any track and he'd pursue it. There were others like him. Far more than one might expect. There were few prominent faces in Solinus City's underground that wouldn't give an arm and a leg to turn the infamous Cynn to their side.

Xyntha didn't take sides, though. She was her own side, and know it or not, everyone she worked with was on it. Some she played, led into making decisions favourable to her with trickery. Some she coerced. Some were entirely in her pocket, like the Chief here. He'd sell his entire department out with only minimal resistance if she asked him to.

"Thank you, Chief." Xyntha said, rising to her feet. "I trust I'll see you at the party next week?"

"Of course. I couldn't miss it." the man replied hastily, standing himself, "Can I-"

"I've got the door, thank you. I'll see you soon." Xyntha replied, before she strode from the office. She walked out of the station and started on her way down the street, and after walking a reasonable distance, she breathed in and-

-stepped out onto the balcony of her penthouse suite. The wind tossed at her hair as she paced across the overlook, passing by her pool to lean against the railings that looked over the city. Her city.

Of course, she wasn't the only powerful player here, but she was the girl that everyone knew. Connections are power, and she was connected to everyone who was anyone. The mayor, the crime lords, the police... everyone wanted to see her smile.

This was the life. Unbound, no responsibility... the mortal realm was her playground.

She was jolted from her reverie rather abruptly, however, as a cloud of smoke burst into being in front of her. She sighed lightly, managing not to flinch, for after enough times you got used to it. When the smoke cleared and the furry form of Raiivyn became visible, she simply straightened and turned around. "Something the matter, Rai?"

"Xyntha!" Raiivyn exclaimed, "I was at the bar, and then a magician turned up! An' she pulled a baby out of her hat, an' then people with guns out of crates, an' they attacked people an' then they all got kicked about 'cause they were crap, an' then the magician came outta her hat and she had a box with Elysium in it! An' I took the box and threw it away safe but it turned out that it wasn't safe 'cause it was in the drinkin' water and-"

"Raiivyn!" Xyntha interrupted exasperatedly. She'd made her way inside to the modern and stylish kitchen area by this point, the little demon hovering behind her, and she turned to lay a gentle hand on his fur. "I can't follow a word you're saying, for pity's sake, punctuate your sentences. I didn't hear a single full stop there."

Raiivyn rolled his eyes, but settled down to sit on the counter top before starting to speak again. "Fine! A magician lady who had gunmen attack the bar tried t' make a box of Elysium fill it, but I took it away an' got rid of it. Turns out though that I accidentally threw it in the drinkin' water... I thought it was just a normal lake!"

"Elysium, huh?" Xyntha frowned, leaning one hand on the counter and using the other to scratch behind Raiivyn's ear. The demon child leaned away fussily for a few moments before giving in and letting her idle hand stroke at his fur. He didn't like being treated like a cat, but he had to admit it was quite nice. "That's some pretty dangerous stuff, kiddo. You didn't get any on you, right?" When Raiivyn shook his head, she went on. "Alright. Well, sucks for Wing City I guess. They'll get over it. Shouldn't be long before they clean things up, so don't feel too bad."

Raiivyn shrugged, "I didn't feel bad anyway." he muttered.

Grinning, Xyntha met the little demon's eyes. "No? So why come running to me for validation? You made a mistake that probably got some people killed. That's not the end of the world, I mean, come on - we're demons, it's practically in our job description to be evil. But we're not bound, not to any nether realm or to some mage, so we get to choose how we act. You're a nice enough kid at heart, I reckon, and you feel guilty about it."

"Maybe a little..." Raiivyn said, scowling, "But not proper like really guilty! Just a little bit! I don't even know whoever died anyway, so I can't care much!"

"You don't have to be embarrassed, kiddo," Xyntha folded her arms, "I'm not a fan of people dying either. But it's not the end of the world. Shit happens, we learn from it. C'mon, I'll fix you a smoothie or something."

And just like that, all moodiness and regret vanished from the little demon as surely as any magic trick. "Awesome! You're the best, Xyntha!"

The demoness laughed to herself as she pulled a few fruits from the side and set about preparing the drink. At first she'd been irritated when Raiivyn had started to follow her around. The kid was an unbound demon like her, and he'd decided that was a good enough reason for him to stick around with her. But he'd grown on her. He was a little shit sometimes, granted, but when he wasn't in one of those moods? You might even call him sweet. She certainly didn't mind the company of someone she didn't have to worry about maintaining a particular image for.

Yes, Xyntha was quite happy looking out for the little kid. He livened up the empty-feeling apartment whenever he dropped by with his constant chattering. She just hoped he didn't get himself killed poking his head into anything and everything that happened this side of Terra. He already occasionally came home with a fresh injury from whatever entity he'd pissed off in Gambit's that day and that was distressing enough. Xyntha, you old softie, she thought to herself. She sounded like a mother of all things.

How very dire.

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Loud music was playing through Xyntha's penthouse suite as she spun through the kitchen in time with the beat. The dark-haired demoness shoved the door of the fridge closed with a swing of her hips before she sauntered across the open-plan living space with a beer in each hand to where a blonde young man sat across from her. Xyntha was dressed in her typical punkish style, a dark tank top with a pair of designer jeans, an expensive-looking jewelled choker around her neck and an array of bracelets on either wrist. She vaulted the back of the sofa easily, landing on the cushion with a grin as she tossed the young man a drink.

"Now we've gotten comfy, Alex, let's talk business." Xyntha said, leaning forwards onto her knees, "You're here 'cause you got caught beating up some guys who happen to work for me. Now, we're gonna have to lay down some ground rules to start with-" she pointed a finely manicured nail at him, "Don't do that. I work with a lot of assholes, Alex, but you have to understand. They're my assholes. Most of them are thicker than a wooden beam and are good enough at following instructions. You don't just go beating up someones goons, you know? It's impolite!"

Alex folded his arms, scowling. He adjusted his red checked jacket with irritation. "I didn't kill them, that's enough. They deserved everything else they got."

"Oh, I don't doubt it, lovie, but there's this unfortunate thing I like to call 'life not being fair' which means that, deserve it or not, if someone's under the wing of someone like me? You don't get your own justice, you get mine. And don't you worry, they'll get theirs soon enough. What I'm more interested in, is you."

She smiled to the young man. "You're a tough customer. I could use someone like you. Now, a little birdy tells me that you're trying to keep a low profile here. I can make that happen. At the same time, I can make sure that never happens."

Xyntha leaned back, spreading her arms, "You'll never have to worry another day in your life if you're working for me. You'll have money, you'll have security, you'll have all the girls... You'll just be answering to me."

Alex stared at Xyntha. "What? I beat up your guys and now you want me to work for you? You're crazy. Why would I want to work for some ... what even are you? What do you do?"

Xyntha laughed melodiousy, tossing a gulp of beer back. "A little bit of everything, sweetheart. I work with people - I know people. And people know me, and they owe me. That's how I do business. That's how I get people working for me, making sure things go how I want. That's how this city is as much mine as it ever was any government's. You want to stay here? You're gonna want in. Or you're gonna have a bad time, darling."

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Outside on the street, a demonic presence himself existed. Was he bound, or unbound, quite frankly this man didn't care. He had his goals, he had his mission, but more important right now was what he held in his hand.

From out on the street he couldn't hear the conversation, but he could certainly hear the music. Thanks to his presents, he could certainly tell there was someone home. Over time, as he had gained Figments, his Reality grew stronger.

Let's see, thought the man to himself, prodding forth his mind into the building, If anyone in there can work...

The next words would project into the minds of Xyntha and the boy she was with. Rolling the die betwixt his forefinger and thumb, he sent forth the thought:

Knock, Knock.

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Xyntha raised an eyebrow as the brush of another presence in her mind. Her easy manner slipped for a few moments and she set her drink down. Alex, in the meantime, cast his eyes around with far less calm.

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"What the hell was that?" he exclaimed. Xyntha simply shrugged.

"I don't know. We'll have to cut this talk short. I'll see you again soon though." Xyntha rose from her seat and gestured, "Move." she instructed.

Alex sighed, muttering something under his breath as he left the suite with Xyntha and headed for the elevator.

A few minutes later, the doors to the bottom floor of the tower building opened up and the blonde teen walked out. He glanced at the man on the street as he passed, grimacing. "She says go up. Top floor, penthouse." he said simply, before heading off down the road.

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Perfect, He thought with the shadow of a smile, giving the boy a polite nod before he headed into the building.

Just for good measure, Warren kept the single die in his hand. He knew better than to walk into the lair of someone who's mind he'd just invaded fully unarmed.

Another polite nod was cast to the concierge, who didn't question this professionally dressed man. He was older looking, fitting the stereotype of CEO or other high echelon important person. A man in such finery need not his credentials questioned, right?

The elevators carried him up, up, up, all the way to the glowing P. The doors to the elevator opened, revealing to whomever existed beyond the doors a man who stood in his own shadow. Dressed smartly to the nose, wispy white hair sculpted in it's escape, looking with severe intent on whatever held his current attention. Hands clasped before him, shoes as shiny as his rings, he stepped from the elevator and smiled brightly.

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Xyntha greeted Warren's arrival from the living area near the front of the penthouse, set before the glass wall which bathed the room in light from without, looking over the balcony area and out towards the sea. The demoness gestured for him to join her across the glass centre table with an unopened bottle of beer on it where Alex had left his.

"Come in, take a seat, help yourself to a drink." Xyntha said cheerily, leaning to one side. She levelled a flat stare on the man once he came more clearly into view. "And do me the pleasure of telling me exactly who you are? This had better be important."

Xyntha sat up straight, spreading her arms upon the back of the couch. "I'm a busy woman, you know."

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Xyntha raised an eyebrow. So the man knew her true name - or at least part of it. "I go by Cynn these days," she replied, "Less of a mouthful, less odd, you know? It puts people much more at ease."

The demoness folded her arms. "Don't waste my time with riddles and vagueness, now. The telepathy is a nice touch, but you'll find me difficult to impress with mindgames and waxing poetic." Rolling her eyes, she took a gulp of her drink from the bottle. "It's a nasty habit that people have, to go on and on, but manage to say absolutely nothing despite all their words. Yada yada yada, boring!"

Xyntha chuckled to herself, "So, Warren, go on. Expand. At least give me a clue."

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He descended into a chair, reaching into a pocket and withdrawing a single parchment card. Flexing it back and forth, it remained in his grasp, tauntingly. Warren was careful to keep what was on it out of sight.

What would you say,
Out he held the palm with the card, angling it downwards so a shadow was cast over the arm of the chair. A goblet appeared sculpted from shadow.

If I told you,
Dark liquid poured from the shadow and into the goblet,
I knew of artifacts which could do the un-doable?
Warren discarded the die for the goblet and took a long drink.

What would you say,
Warren asked again,
If I knew of things that could shake the very fabric of everything you know?

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"I would say, 'Golly, that sounds awfully familiar', and raise my eyebrows, I reckon." Xyntha remarked with a grin. The demoness watched the oddly made card for a few moments, curious, but refused to be baited by it. She returned her eyes to Warren himself.

"I'm going to go ahead and assume that the follow up to that is, 'I know of artifacts which can do the un-doable, and things that can shake the very fabric of everything you know'." she added, "To which end..."

The demoness raised her eyebrows. "Golly, that sounds awfully familiar." She crossed her legs, "You have my interest, Warren. Or perhaps only my curiosity. If I had a nickel for every madman who thought he knew the secret to the fabric of reality, well... I'd be even richer than I am already!" Xyntha let out a laugh and winked. "I'm going to need some details."

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Clever girl,
Warren still held the smile, though there was a glimmer in his eyes.

I am glad to have sought you,
Indeed the demonic man was speaking the whole hearten truth. He did not have time to deal with the pointedly ignorant, the patience for the naive, nor were the knife of his wits dull enough to get caught in the crap.

If I had a nickel for every strange tongued individual spoke in a shady dive bar about relics boasting properties untold indeed I could have arrived via Reverence, however,
The card danced across his fingers, catching the light of the sun over Solinus City.

Not many things, if any things, bind you, no? You are,
His eyes crawled up her figure, then slithered back down,
An independent woman who doesn't need the likes of anyone to get anywhere in this world. But what if that was all able to be completely jeopardized? What if the very umbrella you work under,
His brows pricked up,
Was ripped away in a powerful gust, and you were..


With a clench of his fist, the goblet disappeared into a wisp.
Exposed.

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"You drop a lot of carefully chosen words, Warren," Xyntha replied after a moment's thought. She was getting the impression from the way he dropped the term 'binding' that he had more than an inkling of exactly what she was, and what her situation was. This alone made her slightly uncomfortable. The people who knew her true identity and origins were few and far between. There were too many weaknesses to exploit from that angle of approach.

"But a girl in a position like mine, well... I'm always only a few poorly chosen words away from fucking things up royally." Xyntha laughed, "I'm my own worst enemy, if I judge things poorly."

She crossed her fingers, meeting Warren's eyes flatly. "I'm not sure if I'm picking up the ghost of a threat in what you're saying, Warren, but I'd rather if we didn't work on those terms."

She leaned back onto the sofa. "After all, it's rainy out there. A girl doesn't want to get her hair wet. I try to keep a tight grip on my umbrella. I'm still listening."

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The threat does not come from I, but from strange tongued strangers in an all too familiar bar,
He settled in before continuing, and said to try and disperse her fears if only in the slightest,
We are like each other, living on the edge of our lips between two worlds, both of which claim us as much as we claim them. Reality!


The whimsy dropped soon enough.
An object exists, that is said to be a crystal, or perhaps a stone. It's regular in the sense that it is an enchanted item, but irregular in the very fact of it's existence. You see, this rock, this chunk of matter, is said to do something that
, Warren looked around in mock worry,
Is said to trap souls. Not just any souls,
Warren's hard eyes grew black,
All souls. There is but one way in, and one way out.


The implications were catastrophic.

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Xyntha raised an eyebrow, "All souls? You mean to say that there is a stone out there that, given a command ... or a trigger, or something like that.... would trap the souls of ... well, everyone?"

The demoness furrowed her brows incredulously. "I can't imagine who ever thought that was a good idea."