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Post by maljra on May 13, 2009 21:25:14 GMT -7
Time: 7:45 pm
Date: May 12th (ignore the inconsistency of date)
Location: Entrance to the Troll market
Status: Open
Mikel followed silently behind the strange man calling himself Asher. He remained quite and observant after leaving the park. This man is not a demon, but he is also not human.....then what is he? Mikel thought. Asher has remained fairly quiet this entire journey. Not much of a conversationalist is he.....the quiet one and the one who is is meant to speak.....this reminds me of a movie I once saw....If I remember right it had Matt Damon and Ben Afflec in it as angels..... Lost deep in thought Mikel abruptly comes to a stop as he runs into the back of Asher. "Sorry about that Asher. My mind was.....elsewhere."
Looking around at the decrepit surroundings Mikel is visibly disgusted. The trash strewn about; used newspaper, rusted cans, rotted food, and other indiscriminate waste rolled around and kicked up in the cold air that seemed to follow the two entities.
Mikel reached across his chest and brushed away a yellowed piece of newsprint that had wrapped itself around the arm of his cassock. "Your high and mighty prince lives in such squalor......?" Mikel extended a hand has he spoke. The vagrants in the area began to get up and move away as if the two men's presence had forced them away. Hobo fires died, the sounds of booze induced snores faded, and all that was left was the hollow sound of wind passing through the underpass. "I promised to meet your prince, but these conditions are ....... as I said squalid." He seemed to pause. "But then again our lord was birthed in nothing more then a simple mangier. Show me to your Prince Nuada." Mikel said reaffirmed.
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Post by dairninasher on May 13, 2009 23:18:31 GMT -7
Asher stopped at the doors to the Troll market and Mikal bumped him. Asher turned slowly in his tree fashion, "No worry, this is the door."
"Your high and mighty prince lives in such squalor......?" Mikel extended a hand has he spoke. The vagrants in the area began to get up and move away as if the two men's presence had forced them away. "I promised to meet your prince, but these conditions are ....... as I said squalid." He seemed to pause. "But then again our lord was birthed in nothing more then a simple mangier. Show me to your Prince Nuada."
Asher turned and stared at Mikal, "We will get this straight now, little man. The prince of princes will not be insulted." he turned and waved a hand over a lock. There was a clicking noise and several locks coming undone. Doors rolled open as a thick crowd of people were revealed, "Welcome to the Troll market Brother Mikal."
Asher pushed through the crowd, "This is the secret world that humans have ignored for centuries." Asher said, "When His Highness wins the war he is about to set forth upon human kind, the humans will be wiped out and all of this will cover the Earth agian, as it should." he stopped and turned to Mikal, "I brought you here to show you are not alone. And you are not the first to not know who you are. The humans have tried to suppress us. There is a group calling thmselves the BPRD. They try to rid the world of us, and almost succeeded with Prince Nuada, but in his greatness, he has risen stronger. Ice cream?" He nodded toward a vender that sold strange flavours of ice cream treats inclduing blood, fairy wing, and blarkaberry.
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Post by maljra on May 18, 2009 16:14:04 GMT -7
A warm musty air rushed passed Mikel's face as the doors to the market opened. He Stepped inside and gazed around at the droves of men,women, and monsters tightly gathered in the halls. "well This is more like it........I feel......HOME" The last word hissed out of his mouth. He followed Asher up to the ice cream stand. "Explain to me who these BPRD people are...." As he spoke he dragged a long bony figure down the list of swirling characters listing the morbid flavors available. " I would hate to be cleche but the humor is just too enticing.....Can I have a scoop of Innocence with some broken dreams sprinkled on top my good man?" His voice retaining the subtle hiss to it. He reached into his pocket before his figured that mortal currency would probably not be accepted here. He turned to the stand own, voice normal. "Sorry, maybe not right now after all....." He looked passed the throngs of people, a store catching his eye. "Asher if you would excuse me."
Mikel Pushed his way past the many droves of people ranging from hulking trolls, to pixies hitching a ride atop his shoulder. He was in a sort of trance as he approached a small store tucked in the corner of the market. The store was called A BOOK WORM'S NIGHTMARE. Mikel eased the door open causing a bell to go off. He stepped through the threshold and was taken aback by the smell of molding paper. He looked past stacks of books, map, and manuscripts that where stacked as high as him. Mikel immediately dove into the long alleys of decaying books. He disappeared into an isle covered in cobwebs and dust, light barely reaching into the recesses of the store. Mikel came up to a large cobweb. Before he could push it away a large spider descended from the ceiling until it was eye level with Mikel. "Can I help you?"
Mikel took a step back, ".....Uh yes.....I am looking for something to read. Something about a particular race of beings."
"What species?"
"Cambion." The spider ascended back up the stacks and began to dig through the layers of paper. " I'll see what I can Find" Echoed the spider's faint voice.
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Post by dairninasher on May 19, 2009 21:11:34 GMT -7
Asher ordered the ice creams, he had invited the preist, he could atleast treat. He followed him to the book shop and frowned. he wasnt one for books. he liked his Harry Potter, but he hadn't found anything else to interest him.
"Books. I like them but... so many just sit on shelves for so long. I was told paper is made of...trees. This irritates me."
He got a dirty look from the spider book keeper.
"I have some business to attend to while I am here. Please stay within this store. I will come back for you. Its dangerous for you to wander about since its your first time."
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Post by maljra on May 20, 2009 18:52:00 GMT -7
Mikel nods as Asher leaves the store. He lifts the ice cream cone in his hands to his mouth. The sweet taste of innocence is joy to his taste buds. Minutes later the spider man or woman returns from the rafters. "Phylum Divine, Class Fallen, Order Mid-Level, Family Demonic, Genus Incubus, Sub Species Cambion. Is this what you are looking for sir?" the spiders words hissed.
"why yes it is I believe. would you mind if I sat and read the tome while I wait for my company to return." Mikel questioned in a soft voice
"I don't see why not." was the creatures response after a long look over. It either figured that he would not steal it or was too afraid to do otherwise. Figured Mikel. He walked over to one of the yellowing stacks and sat down with his back to a book case. The book in his hands was a large tome covering the many species of the Phylum that he belonged too. He chuckled at the though of how the books author applied the idea of nomenclature to mythical beings. Having read much on the subject of biology Mikel was able to follow the high caliber text with ease. He may not have whole heartedly support Darwinian evolution, but he can see how it and his religion could coexist. He spent hours or so it seemed in the shop reading and rereading the text on what he was until he had it completely memorized. Seeing Asher had not returned Mikel Drifted along the stacks of books reading passages from books that picked off the shelves at random. His trance like state kept him moving, reading, learning while he waited. One book caught his attention. It looked like a child's book. It was the story of the golden army. And so he sat and read in the back of the shop, letting dust and cobwebs accumulate on his shoulders.
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Post by luzigemadu on May 24, 2009 22:40:15 GMT -7
Luzige had a small office at the Troll Market where h set up shop for those that didn't venture into the human world. he found a lot of work with the supernatural communities. His wood working skills were very saught after by those who had large homes and wanted old world items to furnish those homes. He was showing a couple out the back way and was wondering if he should get lunch when he checked his watch. Asher would be at the office soon. Luzige sighed, knowing what Asher wanted.
And it meant going before his mistress, which he did not want to do. He always acted like a fool when he was around her. She was just so... so... beautiful. She was the light of his life and she had to know but she ignored him. He was just a servant. He entered the office and saw Asher was waiting, standing like a tree in the middle of the room.
He smiled, pushing the thoughts of Mistress away. He waved Asher in, "Ash, welcome. I was just finished with a client."
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Post by dairninasher on May 24, 2009 22:51:18 GMT -7
Asher nodded and left the false priest to his reading. He shuffled outside to the busy market and just took in the crush of life around him. It reminded him of a better time with his brothers. It hurt tor remember them, but right now, he had business. He had finally got in contact with someone within the inner circle of the elf kingdom.
He pushed past a display of televisions that plays nothing but static. A flock of fairies passed over his head, fluttering to the large houses that they built in the wires and rafters above. He ducked into a small alley and up a flight of stairs. He entered what looked like a small office. It was neat and tidy with a desk along one wall and standing lamp. Against the other wall was a neat couch with side table. Through the door on the opposite side of the room, a tall well built young man entered. He was black with long dreadlocks tied back.
The man smiled, waving Asher in, "Ash, welcome. I was just finished with a client."
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Post by luzigemadu on May 28, 2009 16:46:53 GMT -7
He motioned for the dryad creature to have a seat, "I see you wear the face of man." Luzige said, not sarcastically. He wore his glamour well. The dryad sat down before the deck and Luzige sat down on the opposite side, leaning forward.
"I know what brings you here. I can smell something about you. A purpose. I know you have been asking questions about His Highness Prince Nuada. You wish to show him honor, pledging yourself to him, but at the moment, he is very busy. I can only relay a message to my mistress."
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Post by dairninasher on May 28, 2009 16:59:24 GMT -7
Asher sat down, looking around. trees. His brothers cut into pretty shapes for others to sit on. He closed his eyes, sitting stiffly at the edge of the chair. He hoped they died bravely. "Ah...yes." he said carefully, "I have collected another for His Highness. A cambion that didnt know what he was. He was raised outside our community."
"I can understand that." Luzige said.
"I imagine." Asher said, "I am in no hurry. When Prince Nuada is ready to collect his army, I am here for him. In the mean time, I have to collect my young friend. i left him in a book shop."
Asher stood and bowed to Luzige, "My regards to your mistress." He left the room and out into the hustle of the Troll market. He found his way to the book seller and Mikel, "Find anything interesting?"
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Post by maljra on May 28, 2009 17:54:57 GMT -7
Mikel slowly raised his head as he shut the children book in front of him. "why yes Asher I have......This book.......speaks of a golden army and an Elvin king. I believe I understand more of what your position is in this matter." He rose and placed the book back into the dust covered shelf. He hefted the lengthy tome detailing his species under his arm. "I believe that I am ready to meet your prince." a sinister smile grew across his face. "Now tell me of this BPRD...."
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Post by dairninasher on Jun 4, 2009 0:59:37 GMT -7
Asher, uncomfortable in the book shop motioned, "Come, let us walk. I will take you back to the human world. Do you have a place to stay here in the city?"
Back out in the world, the cold pressing in on him and making himlong for his warm compost,"The BPRD are those that feel they need to police us. Humans and the brainwashed souls that think us to be creatures of darkness whenall we want is peace and maybe thewhole of humanity to be crushed." He gave a little shrug.
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