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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 22, 2019 4:24:08 GMT
Sykes eyes shot toward Clayton. "I don't recall sending out an open house invite to my office." Sykes said. "Though you look about as removed from your element as I do." Sykes took a cigar in his hand, extending it toward the towering hunter. "Cuban?"
Clayton nodded at the loan shark "My thanks" He took the cigar and lightened it "My apologies for the intrusion, this castle is somewhat...unusual for me."
He smoked the cigar, it was strange, but somewhat comforting to see someone else that wasnt either a wizard like Maleficent or some impish warrior, well, besides the ones that Sykes pets were cornering at the moment, which he glanced at while smiling "Dogs...Best friend of the man, and worst enemy of the prey."
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Post by Sykes on Oct 22, 2019 5:53:33 GMT
Sykes eyes shot toward Clayton. "I don't recall sending out an open house invite to my office." Sykes said. "Though you look about as removed from your element as I do." Sykes took a cigar in his hand, extending it toward the towering hunter. "Cuban?"
Clayton nodded at the loan shark "My thanks" He took the cigar and lightened it "My apologies for the intrusion, this castle is somewhat...unusual for me."
He smoked the cigar, it was strange, but somewhat comforting to see someone else that wasnt either a wizard like Maleficent or some impish warrior, well, besides the ones that Sykes pets were cornering at the moment, which he glanced at while smiling "Dogs...Best friend of the man, and worst enemy of the prey."
Sykes smiled. “A man of culture!” He greeted. “You can call me Sykes.” |
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 22, 2019 6:01:47 GMT
Clayton nodded at the loan shark "My thanks" He took the cigar and lightened it "My apologies for the intrusion, this castle is somewhat...unusual for me."
He smoked the cigar, it was strange, but somewhat comforting to see someone else that wasnt either a wizard like Maleficent or some impish warrior, well, besides the ones that Sykes pets were cornering at the moment, which he glanced at while smiling "Dogs...Best friend of the man, and worst enemy of the prey."
Sykes smiled. “A man of culture!” He greeted. “You can call me Sykes.” "A pleasure to meet you" The british explorer extended his hand "Name is Clayton" |
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Post by Sykes on Oct 23, 2019 3:56:39 GMT
Sykes smiled. “A man of culture!” He greeted. “You can call me Sykes.” "A pleasure to meet you" The british explorer extended his hand "Name is Clayton" "Mr. Clayton..." Sykes rose from his chair to take Clayton's grasp. "Those don't look like the clothes...or the weapon of a man who hunts as a mere hobby." |
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 23, 2019 3:59:23 GMT
Without warning, there was a BANG and a flash of brilliant blue light.
Mozenrath stormed over toward Pain and Panic, picking each up by the neck in one hand. "THERE YOU MORONS ARE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TIME I'VE WASTED LOOKING FOR YOU TWO?"
(Well, maybe not a complete waste. After all, he did...appreciate many of his fellows more now. Not to say he liked them. Ahriman forbid.)
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 23, 2019 4:02:25 GMT
"A pleasure to meet you" The british explorer extended his hand "Name is Clayton" "Mr. Clayton..." Sykes rose from his chair to take Clayton's grasp. "Those don't look like the clothes...or the weapon of a man who hunts as a mere hobby." Without warning, there was a BANG and a flash of brilliant blue light. Mozenrath stormed over toward Pain and Panic, picking each up by the neck in one hand. "THERE YOU MORONS ARE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TIME I'VE WASTED LOOKING FOR YOU TWO?" (Well, maybe not a complete waste. After all, he did...appreciate many of his fellows more now. Not to say he liked them. Ahriman forbid.) Clayton chuckled "Of course not, while I consider myself a big game hunter, its also a profession...I lived most of my life in these clothes, and even died with them, if that makes sens-" He said in an attempt to explain the oddity of his sudden revival, but was interrupted by the flash of blue light "What the-"
At first he though there might had been something on the cuban cigarrete, but then he remembered the words of Maleficent. This must have been another one of the peers she talked about, and much as he suspected, there were people with medieval-like magic, though this one at least seemed human.
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Post by Sykes on Oct 23, 2019 20:53:19 GMT
Talk about a double whammy. Clayton claims he died in his clothes, meaning Clayton was like Sykes, pulled from the afterlife. Surely it would be easier to recruit the living than to pull from the dead, meaning he and Clayton had a particular function in all of this. And yet, curiouser still, nothing supernatural about Clayton was apparent. He was similar to Sykes in his weapons, an intimidating stature and firearm. It was all counter-intuitive to Sykes, to trouble oneself by reviving everyday, human crooks--while it seemed magicians and the like were in reserve and available. A pit formed in Sykes stomach--did Maleficent and the rest of the Five consider the likes of himself and Clayton to be disposable? To be pulled from the dead and used as fodder? It was a situation he'd have to vet carefully...though the flamboyant entrance of a mysterious sorcerer interrupted his train of thought.
Sykes leaned down to the blue embers left by Mozenrath's explosive entrance, relighting his cigar with them.
"You have my thanks for rounding out the annoying imps," Sykes said. "Though my dogs will be of little use to me as intimidators if you keep startling them like that."
Sykes gestured to Roscoe and DeSoto, wheezing and hacking up ash from Mozenrath's flash, and noticably docile compared to before.
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 23, 2019 22:07:28 GMT
Mozenrath's eyes flicked down to the Dobermans, unimpressed. Then back up to Sykes.
"I didn't realize ordinary jackal-spawn would be of any use to someone in the field. You do know a hellhound would be sturdier, right?"
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Post by Hades on Oct 23, 2019 22:11:27 GMT
Without warning, there was a BANG and a flash of brilliant blue light. Mozenrath stormed over toward Pain and Panic, picking each up by the neck in one hand. "THERE YOU MORONS ARE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TIME I'VE WASTED LOOKING FOR YOU TWO?" (Well, maybe not a complete waste. After all, he did...appreciate many of his fellows more now. Not to say he liked them. Ahriman forbid.) Today was not a good day to be Pain and Panic. The two imps squealed in pain as Mozenrath grabbed onto them. "WE'RE SORRY," they whined as they shapeshifted into a pair of slimy sobbing worms, "WE ARE WORMS, WORTHLESS WORMS!!!" "Wait," Pain said, stopping his sobbing. "Who's this kid supposed to be again?" "He kind of looks like that Adam Driver guy to me," Panic answered. "Maybe Hades is in a Star Wars mood?" |
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Post by Sykes on Oct 23, 2019 22:19:04 GMT
Sykes took a long drag off of his cigar, he retained a face of civility.
"At the risk of disrespect, I don't think I've been familiarized with you either." Sykes carried on Pain and Panic's query. "And with your name, I trust will come the credentials of familiars you seem to so proudly tote."
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 23, 2019 23:15:45 GMT
"Oh, they're not mine," Mozenrath said sharply. "Also, I neither know nor care what a Star War is, but when I figure it out, I'm SURE I'm going to be offended. Now, to make things simpler for everyone present, my name is Mozenrath. Lord of the Black Sands...and herald of Hades, Lord of the Dead. I am the mortal who carries out what the immortal sees as beneath him - but, oh, that doesn't mean it's not fun for me!"
He glared at Pain, then Panic. "My FIRST task was to retrieve the two of you. Apparently, you've been MIA for a bit too many shifts of the sundial. I can assure you my wrath is just an appetizer for what Hades has in store for the two of you."
And once I deliver you, he thought, I'll have proven myself ready for some higher-level work...
Then his eyes flicked back to Sykes. "And you? All I know about you is that you were one of the first to appear in the courtyard...and you came with a most...interesting device."
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 23, 2019 23:47:40 GMT
"Oh, they're not mine," Mozenrath said sharply. "Also, I neither know nor care what a Star War is, but when I figure it out, I'm SURE I'm going to be offended. Now, to make things simpler for everyone present, my name is Mozenrath. Lord of the Black Sands...and herald of Hades, Lord of the Dead. I am the mortal who carries out what the immortal sees as beneath him - but, oh, that doesn't mean it's not fun for me!" He glared at Pain, then Panic. "My FIRST task was to retrieve the two of you. Apparently, you've been MIA for a bit too many shifts of the sundial. I can assure you my wrath is just an appetizer for what Hades has in store for the two of you." And once I deliver you, he thought, I'll have proven myself ready for some higher-level work...Then his eyes flicked back to Sykes. "And you? All I know about you is that you were one of the first to appear in the courtyard...and you came with a most... interesting device." Clayton eyerolled at Pain and Panic´s comment about wars in stars, probably one of those books by Wells he wasnt much familiar with.
What caught his interest was something Mozenrath had said
"Wait...Hades as in...The Greek God?" Clayton asked, being somewhat surprised due to not having been during the deity´s initial introduction, while it could be just a greek sorcerer taking the name of the God of Dead as mantle, it would explain why he was dragged back to life
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 24, 2019 0:02:10 GMT
"Yes," Mozenrath replied dryly. "Why wouldn't he be? Is there a PROBLEM with that?"
He could smell a nonbeliever from a mile away.
(Or so he claimed.)
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Post by Sykes on Oct 24, 2019 0:08:20 GMT
"Mr. Mozenrath," Sykes chuckled. "I've gone by an alias or two in my day, but you can call me Sykes. If the two underlings are to be believed, I was hand picked by Hades to provide expertise on my home, and the best trends in torment practiced there."
Sykes pushed his glasses up his brow. "For instance, you might have trouble keeping a low profile if you enter every room with a cyan firecracker where I'm from."
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 24, 2019 0:09:18 GMT
"Yes," Mozenrath replied dryly. "Why wouldn't he be? Is there a PROBLEM with that?" He could smell a nonbeliever from a mile away. (Or so he claimed.) "Why would there be a problem? Unless you think that is the case?"
Clayton said while eyerolling at the sorcerer´s snarks, he had dealt with that all his life with those since his youth. Still, if this guy was a direct henchman of one of the five, he better focus on trying to get on his good sides.
"Anyways, my name is Clayton, professional hunter"
He told the sorcerer, might as well add a title he was proud of since the guy in robes seemed obsessed with his. Sure, he could have said 'Lord Greystoke', but that was stuff that didn`t suited him at all, his sister could keep that one.
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