The Village Cantina

Watching Tiresias readily submit to restraint and incapacitation by the CPS unit did not do much to calm Skogul's nerves. Although she'd given up attempted flight at this point in the game, she tensed, just short of actually resisting when the Eudemonian officers grabbed her, firmly leading her toward the APC they'd spilled out from like clowns from a tiny car. They restrained her not only be her arms, but her headtails as well, apparently not trusting the alien looking tendrils. Skogul noted silently to herself it would be quite easy to elude their grasp through autotomy of the headtails, but it wouldn't be worth it. Not once did she take her eyes off the now unconscious bearded man as he was loaded onto the vehicle. She feared for him almost as much as she did for herself; he'd saved her for no apparent reason, he was one who was born and bred to hate people like her – those he and his countrymen considered barbarians, yet he helped her more than anyone back in the cantina, including the supposedly just and altruistic Aiden knights. Many people, including Skogul, had heard the whispers about the darker side of Eudemonia, how they were known to severely torture and punish even their own if they felt it was deserved.

Still very much silent, they directed her off not to the vehicle Tiresias was in, but to another nearby, slightly larger, where she assumed she would be processed and then, hopefully, released in one piece to go on her way again. As she neared the APC, she sincerely hoped her latest hauls from Eudemonian wrecks wouldn't come up on whatever records they might have on her.

OOC: Not to rush the story, Eudemonia, but I would suggest perhaps a large post to keep the plot going. If you think about it, the events only occurred in one night. It should be day sooner or later, or maybe not. Whatever you decide.

As the image of this "Matthew" character continued to stare into the sky puddle, Wolfgang checked his hands, to see if he were himself, and that he was able to move his body. He was. He could. One would think that such would be a joyous occasion, yet Wolfgang did not smile. He couldn't, for this "Matthew" was still reaking his head into his subconscious, and he felt he needed why. Yet, the teenager did not speak, since he simply did not know what to say. Fortunately, Matthew decided to lead the conversation.

"... How's it going? That is what you people say nowadays, yes? How's it going?" "

How's it going? Wolfgang thought. Does he expect me to know him, or something? What does he mean "How's it going?" I'm trapped in this... place. I'm obviously going crazy, or seeing ghosts, both of which undesirable! So what the hell am I supposed to say to this stranger?

"Um... ugh.... alright, I guess." Wolfgang retorted in a sarcastic tone. "All things considered."

"That is good." Matthew stated matter-of-factly, obviously not noticing Wolfgang's rather obvious displeasure. "I would have assumed you would have been a tad confused at this point."

Dumbass...

"Well... actually I kinda am. What am I doin' here? What's goin' on? And who're you?"

"My name is Matthew Graves. I have picked you as the host of my soul. Simply, right?"

"Yeah... I guess," responded Wolfgang, though in his mind rather more threatening insults brewed forth. "But why me?

"You were the closest person that was in my proximity, and by the look of your profile, it was unequivocal that you wouldn't put up much of a fight."

At this comment, Wolfgang grew rather frusterated, though could only help but admit to such a fact. Yet, with this answer came another swarm of questions asked frantically through the adolescence's tongue, giving no alloted time for responses on Matthew's part. As the inquiries prosisted, Matthew placed his hands upon his ears, a noticable sign of discomfort upon his face.

"Would you please calm down! I swear, it is impossible to speak with you, especially with that odd way you speak!"

"What'd ya mean that?"

"That! Stop it! Can you not speak English? I can barely understand what you are inferring!"

"You can't understand me? You're the one who doesn't make any sense!"

"We should stop bickering. This isn't getting us anywhere!"

"You started it!"

Matthew slowly unclamped his hands from his ears, and drew closer towards Wolfgang with a languid, almost sloth like pace. Wolfgang began to back step at first, yet stopped as he realized that within the water's reflection such an action would be pointless, and that this odd individual was of no threat to him.

"I do not have much time left to speak with you at the moment," informed Matthew with his grim, monotone voice which caused a chilling shiver to crawl up the young man's spine. "You are about to awaken. When you do, search for a man known as Maximilian Hauteclere."

As the final "E" was made through Matthew's opened lips, The surroundings began to blur as though they were moving away, until it was only Wolfgang, in a field of darkness.

"But, who's-"

His words were interrupted as he found himself opening his eyes, the world of dreams vanishing before his vision. He was within the confines of an APC, in the company of others who were at the moment being detained by the Eudemonians. Wolfgang himself was in fact not a legal citizen, though he had not been able to determine why at the moment. Yet, this would only prove to be his downfall, for when the officials checked the archives for his information, and find nothing, he would most likely be imprisioned for traversing Hub soil, if they were merciful enough to not execute him properly.

With these morbid thoughts peaking away at his skull, he turned towards a young woman, who seemed familiar, though they had never met physically. She was obviously of alien descent, her tendrils dangling from her scalp, and the interesting fashion she employed. In his perspective, she was rather beautiful, though he did not express these feelings openly. He simply stared at her for a while, though not consciously, before returning his gaze to the door at the moment was still open a crack. He could run. He could simply take off and hope that his presence was unimportant enough to not be noticed, as it had been before. Yet, Wolfgang knew this action was futile, and simply hoped that something, anything would rescue him for this terrible fate. He had always possessed a hope which seemed out of place from his bleak life, and now was no exception, though his trust in his optimism was wearing thin.

OOC: Yeah, I'm just moving my chars out of here because the thread has run its course as far as Tiresias is concerned. I'll leave your character in his new body to Heimdall and his Aiden knights, otherwise he's going to get cybernetic implants and have his memory wiped like the other detainees.

OOC: Same goes for me, Matt. My character has no more business in this thread and has moved on to the Pilot's Bar. Heimdall and Silvanius are still having a duel outside the ruins of the cantina as far as I can tell and anyone else is free to keep posting here as they see fit, it's just that Eudemonia and I have no good reason to keep our characters here any longer.

Sei could only give a horrified look up at the cloaked man. How dare he desecrate her beloved Valraiger. Her immediate response was to lift up her booted foot and kick him off into the ruins below. And that's just what she did.

Pressing her hands to the smooth surface, she lifted herself up and swung her legs around kicked him square in the chest, thrusting his cloaked form off of her mech and let gravity take him on as her problem instead.

She whirled around and righted herself back into a sitting position, glaring down at the figure as it floated to the ground.

"I've shot guys for less!"

She yelled down at him, then reached back to press her hand against the ankle and open a small compartment that she could crawl into and climb herway up to the cockpit. The Valraiger, operating with its own AI, lifted higher into the airspace and then blasted off with a thundering sonic boom. Aluria's last transmission echoed in her comm link as she climbed into the pilot's chair, righting herself and grabbing hold of the ontrols to give reign of the mech to her own hands once more.

"Hmm..We'll see."

From the rooftop shadows the Xindhi merely watched the actions of the beings below them, actions that seemed both ludicrous and needless. Actions that warranted the great dreamer to observe this world, these people closely before further interaction would take place. With a sudden flaring of the amber energies that flowed and swirled in her eye sockets Jessi the Aeryn turned towards the scouts, “Find and raise hexad stones to create a dream gate. I shall continue to observe these beings for further understanding.”

After a momentary pause the scouts bowed and pressed the summoning stone for their destriers, as the swirling shadows of gloom slowly took form to produce the nightmare mounts of the Xindhi, Jessi the Aeryn turned and peered down at the dissipating group of beings, the energies in her eyes incandesced and began to dim as she focused her attention on the events below, tracing the movements of each sentient being, thrumming the resonance of their life to store the individual signature in the memory to be accessed and understood by the dreamer.

The five riders climbed upon their great skeletal mounts, the group leader pointed a gauntleted fist towards the far mountains, his voice rasped, and “We shall ride there.” With a quick glance at the Aeryn the five riders leapt off the roof, the hooves of their mounts swirled and flared with energy as each hoof fall touches the air the gravitational force around the hooves are creating negative gravitational mass allowing the skeletal beasts and riders to gallop along the winds high above the ground towards the far purple mountains.


Jessi the Aeryn gripped the edge of the building, then with a simple thrust of her legs, vaulted the edge and fell silently towards the ground, as she landed, her knees folded and her body collapsed downward. Listening for any recognition of her movement Jessi was satisfied when there appeared to be none. Rising swiftly the Xindhi moved towards the mouth of the alleyway, as she did so she wrapped the heavy dusk colored cloak about her form twisting the light away from her body, granting her invisibility from normal sight.

Once she reached the ending of the wide pathway between the buildings Jessi paused and peered out and watched the beings separate and apparently go their separate ways. A subtle thrum and she knew the paths they were taking; however she focused on the knight Surael since he was the one being who seemed to accept the Xindhi as equals and not monsters.

As she begins to follow the knights, a loud thrum courses through her, dropping to a knee and allowing the shadows and light to wash over her, creating the illusion of nothing but another shadow falling from the walls, Jessi feels the thrum. It is Lady Drake, sovereign of the Frostfire Knights, and she is on this world, allowing her presence to be known to all Xindhi.

Bowing her head a moment, Jessi touches her amulet, the Lady Drake is emissary on this world, and as such she must attend and obey the Lady’s dictates. Glancing one last time towards the Aiden knights she stands and summons her mount from the dream world. With a quick and sure movement she is atop the mount and they are riding hard for the grand hall where the diplomats for the Xindhi were meeting with others of this world.


With a fury that rivals nature’s wrath, the five scouts gallop towards the far mountains. Their energies flaring and glowing within the shadowed faces, intent on finding a place to raise the dreaming gate, a place where the hexad stones would be raised.

Silently the riders charged forward, behind them the air swirled and traced with weird energy signatures, the gravitational field and even the magnetic field where they traveled through warped and changed creating an anomaly that would linger for a second then vanish. Yet someone with extremely accurate sensing equipment would be able to trace the path of the riders.

Ahead of them they would find a clearing, a glade where they could summon the hexad stones and build a dream gate, then they would wait.