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For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

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"The key to such a request is to not force, but to bend and ebb just how Belakai works, for someone to follow the path you wish them to... even if it means to use force for an unorthodox method," Conahoy says whilst following, though once they reach the door he stops infront of it, his thumb brushing against the clasp on his weapon to open up the book to an already marked page, the grey gem gleaming under the bottom of the cover. "Cosmos ebbs and flows, let thy eyes gaze such magnificence," he chants lightly before tapping the stave to the ground, his eyes altering their dialation for a few moments before seeming to pale in the light.

With a steady hand to the latch for the door, Ceej opens it up to the area he is meant to be inside, stepping through and looking around at anyone who is inside, his eyes able to perceive the top emotion of the human beings within his gaze. Unfortunately, the ones who look are showing curiosity instead of whatever emotion they are currently going through on the top, though he means to find any harmful intent within the crowd, even if he couldn't discern the target to such harm.
 
Sal followed the priest in, eyes scanning the common room for the mage and possibly the warrior, though she may not have come down yet. "Would you care for some breakfast? The innkeeper here owes me some change; a few rashers of bacon and good porridge would probably do you well." Sal no longer needed to eat, and had not needed to ever since he got the "traveling enchantment" put on his ring. However, it was all different now that it was a natural part of him. Still, he might sneak a bite or two; he did love bacon.
 
"Oh no, I have been sustained well enough to not require breakfast, even with a possibility of exercises during the day before a possibility of lunch," he says and makes a small wave to pass off the gesture, his stave closing and looking more ornate than actually working for a hammer.
 

            • Sunlight spilling in from an open window woke Lucrecia to the morning. She groaned loudly, and immediately regretted it. Her head throbbed horribly. What was worse was that her senses seemed horribly out of whack. She could hear the inn' staff talking downstairs about breakfast and cleaning. She could smell the porridge already cooking over the fire. The scent made her feel ill. She groaned again, untangling herself from the covers, and forced her aching body from the bed. She hadn't had a hangover this bad in a long time. She filled the basin sitting on the table with water and splashed water on her face and washed the sleep from her mouth.

              She left her room as silently as she could, but every footstep echoed in her ears, causing her head to ache terribly. She tried to ignore it the best she could. When she reached the common room, she found the dark-haired mage asleep in a chair, and the informant with another man. A priest by the look of him. Lucrecia did not exactly get on with clergy, but she approached their table anyhow.

              She sat down without a greeting and asked a passing serving woman for some breakfast and a cup of hot water. The water was brought to her almost immediately. She took a leather pouch from her belt and tipped some of its contents into the steaming liquid. It appeared to be a ground herb of some sort. She didn't wait for the herb to settle in the water before downing half the glass, hissing as the water scalded her tongue and throat. It burned all the way down, making her insides feel as though they were on fire, but the affect was immediate. The pounding in her head went away and the light of the room didn't hurt her eyes as badly.

              Now that she was capable of speaking without grumbling, she looked at Salazaar. "I'll take do it, if only for the money."
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The common room was nice and quiet for a while, all the patrons had vacated while the innkeeper kept an eye on the strange man in black. Vincent slept peacefully for a while, his mind not wandering all too far away from the room until the sun peaked over the hills. Sounds and smells awoke vincent, including the creaking of guests stirring upstairs. The front door of the inn opened and closed shortly, two people entering the common room of the inn, further disturbing the mage's rest. Vincent could feel the life returning to the inn, the powerful sun raising outside. The mage stirred a little, his eye opening a little to observe his surroundings before he adjusted his stave, propping it against his shoulder as he lifted his hand to move the hair from his eyes. He figured these others had seen stranger things than a cursed mage, he would raise his hood when they left however.

The speed at which life had returned to the place rivaled the forest, the people waking up and getting ready for their lives.

From outside vincent could hear a blacksmith getting to work, a smoky scent filling the air as people lit their fires to cook breakfast. Vincent moved when lucretia entered the room, not bothering to raise his hood as he directed his attention to the newly arrived Sal and a new person. Vincent scanned over them. his eyes narrowing when he noted the state of dress of the newcomer, a cleric. Vincent never trusted the minions of the churches, then again, he had been ordered to do this by a goddess, so he wasn't suprised, some of the gods were so cliche.

Vincent corrected his cloak before he stood up, stretching out his body, after his travel during the last night he had been tired, after traveling such a distance in such a short time was no small feat though now he had regained much of his energy. Rising to his feet Vincent directed his attention to Lucrecia, the warrior had poured the contents of a pouch into a cup of steaming water to act as a painkiller, for a moment the warlock blinked, that herb was fairly uncommon around here. Vincent shook the thought from his mind and approached the group. The warlock did not speak, instead offering a look over to Lucrecia, then Salazaar, finally he looked upon the priest "So our little group grows..." He spoke finally, turning to Sal and offering a small smile "Is that all, or are there more chosen?" Vincent had felt another, but he assumed that was this new addition.

"What do we do next?" The warrior had accepted the payment that the older male had offered to accompany them, and Vincent assumed the cleric was along for the ride as well, he couldn't help but wonder if there would be others, other champions of the gods.
 
"Next?" Sal asked, discretely palming a sliver of bacon from a nearby diner's plate. "I have no idea. There are still names in my head, images... one girl I know to be Chosen, others are murky. They may be Chosen, or just additional players in this game. I was told there were some who had not accepted yet, and thus I would be given more information later."

"I suppose now, we can start looking for the last one that I know of, or start discussing how to approach the task. Largely, I have just been given the overarching goal: stop Twilight from rising. I believe I know why, as well: the Gods still operate in the world, but obliquely, through agents, through signs and portents. It's to the point where some don't even believe in them, despite the presence of magic in the world. But they don't come here directly anymore, not in full manifestation. By contrast, Twilight has been sleeping, trapped, throughout the gradual, millennia-long diminishing of the Gods in the world. Were He to awake, He would be full strength, fully manifested on this plane of existence, and largely unopposed by anyone directly on His power level."

"Now, given that He's a God of Corruption, Destruction, and Evil, what exactly do you think would happen to the millions of innocent people the world over?"

Sal paused to take a sip of water, not because he was thirsty, but it was a useful rhetorical device, allowing the portent of his words to sink in.

"So, to me, at least, the need to stop Twilight from rising is clear. The means by which this can be accomplished, however is much murkier. I am uncertain on where we should start. Does anyone have any ideas, maybe any legends or information about Twilight, or should we just worry about finding the last one of our number that I am currently aware of?"
 
Conahoy watched as a certain female walked down and then noticed the herb she made for some sort of ailment, guessing the aftermath of a night of drinking from the tinge of red coming from her thoat in his gaze. "Willow bark made into a tea will work with more efficiency as well as keeping such a burn happening to your throat," he says to her before looking around to the group, seeing a dark tinge to one of the participants to the conversation. His gaze stays to his, seeing that the aura changed to a light blue to show inner thoughts, but then turning. He watches as Sal talked, interjecting once the question to what to do first was brought up. "Glimpses show that the coat of arms for our current location has some meaning to the future of our adventure, if I may call it such," Ceej says after the ideas, though not sure if it would be such a good idea. Then again something is better than nothing in his eyes.
 

            • Lucrecia listened to this exchange silently, blood-shot blue eyes passing from one man to the next. Her eyes settled for a moment on the priest when he spoke to her. She didn't want to know how he knew that she had a sore throat. She could only guess that he was one of the Chosen as well. She grumbled something about her herbs working just fine and turned her attention back to the conversation at hand. So the all-knowing one didn't have the slightest idea where to go past finding them? That brought a small smirk to her lips, the first display of real emotion all morning. Whether it was a good or bad thing was yet to be seen. Her temperaments tended to change drastically, especially in the state she was in.

              At least her head had stopped throbbing.

              Lucrecia cleared her throat, brining the men's attention to her.               "I know of someone who might know a thing or two about Twilight," Her voice was low and husky, whiskey voice as some called it. She took a sip of her burning tea before continuing. "He and I fought together last summer during the raid on Cien." Everyone knew of that battle. A thousand or so warriors stormed the temple of Cien, killing the priests and priestesses mercilessly. Ransacking the storehouses and raping the women. It was the scandal of the century. Whether by mistake or not, Lucrecia failed to mention on what side she had fought. "I hear he's hanging around Goldenlake. It'd take only two days hard riding to get there. He seemed well-versed in the Mysteries for a mercenary. He might know something."

              The woman fell silent. That was the most she had said to any of them at one time. She didn't really like talking all that much, but she had said what needed saying. Whether they decided to heed her advice was entirely up to them.
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(I am gunna try Vincent's speech as dark red instead as black)

Vincent folded his arms, smirking in his hood as Sal snuck a bit of bacon from a nearby plate, the male didn't miss much. Their objective was to stop Twilight from rising, Vincent still did not see much of a point in his appearance there, he was a powerful mage, that much was obvious, but he was fairly naive when it came to the outside world. Vincent looked down in a moment of reflection, half listening to Salazaar as the man explained their purpose again, they had to stop Twilight, but how... Vincent blinked, probing the area, the city was strong with magic, as were most heavily populated places, his senses would be to obscured to see anything special. Vincent looked up again.

Vincent remained quiet as the man finished, he knew little about divine magic, but with all magic, if it was a spell that sealed Twilight, such a seal could be broken, but how? The mage lifted a gloved hand to his chin again, looking around, then to Lucrecia when she spoke up. Vincent straightened a bit, his Raven unsettling, once again staring at the female before turning it's head to Vincent, who nodded seriously. The bird finished whispering to him and Vincent allowed his vision to slide back to the female "Goldenlake?" he made no comment on the raid on the temple, frankly, he felt the death of all the beings, but he couldn't care less, he had his own domain to watch after. "Hasn't that region been experiencing some troubles?" Vincent hadn't been there for years, though news spreads fast. "Of course I could be mistaken"

Vincent looked at the door, people hadn't yet begun to file into the Inn, those who were inside were likely to be asleep still. The mage reached down into a pouch, taking a piece of dried fruit out of his pocket and taking a bite from it. The fruit itself was relatively uncommon, even in Darkwood.
 
"Hmm. Perhaps we should find out for ourselves about the trouble in Goldenlake," Sal mused. "Experts in Twilight are comparatively rare; most organized priests shun such knowledge as corrupted and forbidden, and those that don't are unlikely to be well-disposed toward us. It might be that Ms. Lucrecia's friend could be our best lead."

"I would like to propose we set out for Goldenlake, then, as soon as possible," he raised a finger, interrupting himself, "but only after we locate the fifth Chosen I have been made aware of. All right, anyone who is hungry, feed yourselves; this place has some excellent food for the price. I'll settle things up with the innkeeper, arrange for a few supplies; I would imagine most of us can travel light, but we can all use horses, etc. When we're ready, we'll find the girl, and then leave from here as soon as possible thereafter."

He paused, blinking. "Um, that is, assuming that plan of action is all right with everyone? Yes? No?"
 

            • Lucrecia rolled her shoulders in a careless shrug. She had no problem with going out to Goldenlake. It had been a year since she had seen Big Thor. He was one of the few human beings that Lucrecia had ever bonded with. He was old enough to be her father, and had taken her under his wing during the fighting. That summer weighed heavily upon her soul. Big Thor had been like a guiding light for her. She shook her head, clearing her mind of unwanted memories. She had been dwelling in the past far too often these past few days.

              "Where is this girl? Is she close?"

              For someone who wanted nothing to do with this little adventure, she sure was eager to leave. She needed action, she needed blood. She needed to forget everything in the heat of battle. It was the reason she fought. To forget.

              Promise me you'll never fight again, Lucy.

              Lucrecia closed her eyes momentarily, her hand reaching up to clutch at her chest. There was obviously something beneath the cloth of her shirt, but, for now, it remained unseen. When she opened her eyes again, their color had dimmed slightly, turning a light icy blue. The past was the past. She needed to forget everything.               "I'll go ready my horse."

              She stood up, her chair strapping the floor noisily, and inclined her head to the men around her. She made her way out to the stable without another word, holding her composure in tightly. Once in the stables, she made her way to Tarquin's stall. The gelding greeted her cheerfully, butting his head against her chest. She buried her face in the silky brown hair of Tarquin's neck. The scent of dust and hey filled her nose, calming her slightly. This was real. This. Muscle and hair beneath her fingers. Melisande was just a memory of a memory.

              Tarquin nuzzled his mistress's shoulder, slight worry emanating from him. Would she ever get used to this? Knowing how creatures felt or thought? She pondered slightly on why she could hear no voice from Tarquin's mind. She was slightly relieved. Maybe her gift was wearing off.

              She patted the chestnut on the nose and offered him a sugar lump before moving to saddle him.
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Sal nodded to Lucrecia. "I'm of the impression that she is in the city by now. She and Mister Conahoy were two I was asking about; I can check with my local contacts again, see if anyone has learned anything. And given the way fate and the Gods have been playing in our lives, perhaps we'll stumble across her ourselves..." He grinned slightly, warming up a bit to the investigation.
 
Vincent remained silent as Sal went about his plans, they were to go to goldenlake, looking for this person that the woman had mentioned, a trip to a somewhat far up area to look for someone who might not be there to look for information they might not know. Vincent's head lowered for a moment, thinking hard for a moment before gazing up again, looking at Lucrecia as she stood, an unnerved air to her as she checked something, hidden under the cloth at her chest. Vincent gave her a look for a moment, wondering what she could be clutching at. Vincent tilted his head a little bit, looling quizzically as the female before he finally stopped, standing up and fixing his gear before looking up to Sal

"Very well then, I will need a horse, I can feel the other, she is near" Vincent's magical senses did not fail often, he could feel another presence similar to the one the other three chosen had. "I will be waiting outside" Vincent turned on his heel, walking to the door and pressing through it. It was time that they got out of town, Vincent was already getting sick of the city, something always felt... wrong here, and most of the time he had to cover his eye under bandages to keep attention off of him. As vincent walked through the door.

Vincent left the Inn into the street, making sure his hood was up before looking around at all the people, those few people walking in the streets avoided him, giving him a wide berth because he looked so different. Vincent turned his head, watching Lucrecia move towards the stables, he didn't follow her immediately, instead waiting for Sal to appear, then finally walking out.
 
Horses, saddlebags of supplies, some camping gear... it was all basic traveling equipment, and easily obtained. Salazaar just didn't want to take the time, so he paid the innkeeper to do it for him. The keeper, knowing Sal as an occasional customer, but a good one, was happy to help.

"I don't know about you," Sal murmured to the priest, causing the other man to look up briefly from his strange hybrid book-staff, a feat of tinkering that Sal was looking forward to investigating, with the other man's permission, "but I'll be quite happy when we can actually get a move on. It's all well and good, gathering your forces, but I just feel we need to act, to move. Perhaps that's the energy of the Gods coursing through me, perhaps just my own impatience.

They exited the inn, seeing the black-cloaked Vincent milling about in the early morning light. The streets were still just beginning to fill, the city still waking up and getting ready for the day; by midmorning, they would be weaving through crowds, and they weren't even currently on a major street, just a large offshoot. The Black Mage seemed to want to wander off into the city, but Sal whistled and gestured toward the stable just a few buildings down; he wanted to track down the last Chosen that was currently active, too, but he wasn't going to go without his bodyguard. Not that he needed her, but if he was going to be paying her, he was going to get his money's worth.
 
Vincent busied himself with watching the passing crowd as it began to grow. The male would get lost if he wandered off, and unless he did something drastic. The warlock approached the stables lucrecia was in and paused outside the door. Vincent's pace was easy, he was moving slowly, easily amongst the people, extending his senses in an effort to detect this last chosen. Vincent's attention was caught by a sudden whistle from Sal. The older male was a bit away, gesturing towards the stable. Vincent nodded and moved that way, his black cloak sweeping along the ground as he moved "Lets go" He said "She is near, I can feel it" Vincent felt so out of place in a place so full of life, he wasn't so much in a rush to find this other chosen as he was to leave this place. Corus made him uncomfortable, he hated being amongst all the people who stared at him or backed away from him. Vincent cast his gaze towards the stables, the warrior should be emerging soon with her horse.

The male approached Sal "shall we get going?" He felt that Sal also wanted to leave, or at least get going, who knew what kind of minions Twilight had, and every moment they wasted was a minute that the great god of corruption could be freed. Vincent looked around and lifted his arm, the raven that was formerly perched on his shoulder taking off "Go Malphas" he commanded, allowing the avian to take off, the bird would aid them, their eyes in the skies.
 
[ � ]_Get up! Let's see what you're made of � � �
____________Bring it on! Know that I'm not afraid � � �
_________________It's time to show you what I'm all about � � �

"Hey you! Get back here!"

"Think you can get away this time, pretty?"

The voices were rough and scruffy, obviously the signs of never-do-wells and thieves. However, the girl in white and blue didn't bother to look back at them as they took chase after her. Already a single night in the city and she found herself getting into trouble already, or at least visiting a problem that had been preexisting from before. It was now just resurfaced. The city streets were getting crowded, so Genesis took it to the narrow alleyways where only a small line of people could follow her at a time. Though she was small, Genesis was no slowpoke in her pace as she ran with haste and grace.

"You know mistress, perhaps you should turn to fight them! You can take them on here." Doma noted, as he rested easily on her propped arm. Since he didn't need to run, he served as a observant eye, though he was merely stating something plainly obvious.

"I don't need to fight his goons, if he wants it, he can do so himself!" Genesis said to him, going into a skid as she turned a corner, ending the alleyway and onto one of the many side streets. While she may not have the knowledge that her unknown companions had, she had something else. Some would call it wisdom, others perhaps experience, but Genesis would rather call it 'street-smarts'. Life in the circus didn't make it so she had to study or read, but instead through practice and actual understanding. She knew the city's layout pretty well, as she weaved through ways and passages that would even surprise the locals.

Genesis took a left turn along the stone wall of the city, which then lead to the back of the horse-keepers. The stable boys looked up in wonder as the strangely dressed girl dashed toward the side of the stables, but even more shocked to see a group of five men come at her dressed in dirty clothing. Nothing but a bunch of bandits and scalawags. Genesis continued to run, turning the corner as she looked behind her. "Alright, now I jus--- Ah!" Genesis yelped as she collided right into a man dressed in black clothing. She slipped her footing as surprise caused her to stumble forward. Reflex made her catch her balance easily though, so she prevented herself from falling down when others would simply drop. The girl looked looked back, seeing that there were two men, though she lose interest in them immediatly as a voice called for her undivided attention.

"There's the brat! You're in it now, girly!" One of the thieves stated. He had a patch over his eye, and wore something like a ragged outfit for a pirate. He hand a small dagger in his hand, twirling it in his fingers skillfully.

Another that followed was a big man both in muscle and girth as his bald head seemed to reflect light like a mirror. "Yes Genny. Mr. Spoon has a very big thing for you. You're coming with us!"

Genesis pointed at them defiantly. The look on her face was hard and determined as she let out a single laugh, "Ha! As if there was anything big about Spoon or his posse. You think I'd come here without back-up!? You're as stupid as you are ugly!" Genesis referred to the two men that stood outside the stables. Immediately using them without a whit of concern if they could fight or not. Though, call it a piece of her intuition, but Genesis had faith that these two weren't incompetent at the least in their abilities. After all, if they were locals, they would know how to fight, and if they were wanderers, then they would obviously have some ability to take care of themselves.

The other three men arrived, witnessing her claim, they drew out their weapons. They brandished their tools at Genesis and her new-found 'allies'. It was too late for the men to back out now, since their eyes could only see that they were enemies, as all five of them came upon them with their weapons armed.

[ Come on! Don't tell me that's all you got! ]​
 
Vincent had just released his bird when he turned to Sal "Malphas will aid us in our search" He spoke briefly before looking into the stables, a couple of black feathers from his bird landing on the ground nearby. as cincent turned his head. It wasn't much of a break, they would be off again, and on horses, they would arrive at goldenlake by sundown. Vincent looked up, it was barely morning, he preferred to travel by night, then again, he was used to and benefited from darkness, as Sal probably knew from his reputation as The Shadowwalker. Vincent took a couple steps forwards, pausing as something caught his attention. There was the sound of a clamor, people running, shouting. Then, that feeling again, looks like the last chosen might have found them, and was heading straight for him. The bird needn't travel far.

The male turned his body around just in time for another body to collide with his own "oof" The mage grunted as a female body slammed into his, knocking him a few steps backwards, though luckily he was able to prevent himself from falling down with his staff, bracing himself at the last second with the ebony pole. Vincent regained his bearings as quickly as he could before taking in what had happened, a rather young looking female was shat had hit him, and she was being chased by several men, all dressed in rags and wielding rather pathetic weapons. Vincent corrected himself, casting a glare at her and then up at the thugs that had been following her. The female took no time, shouting something about her bringing backup. Vincent cast a glance at Sal, looking utterly confused, a priceless look of confusion on his face as he glanced at the older male for help before finally realizing what she had meant. They were her 'reinforcements', Vincent took a moment to curse his life as a hermit and took a step forward, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder "You, I hope you are ready to explain yourself after this" He growled, looking down and giving her a glimpse of those eyes under his hood before taking a step forward.

"Sal, call lucrecia, we may need her aid, I fear if I use one of my spells, I may cause collateral damage" Vincent 's lips rose in a dark smirk as he raised his staff, gripping it in both hands, he didn't need spells against such poorly armed and even moreso badly trained enemies, it would simply be a waste of mana when Vincent could simply use his Staff to beat them down. The warlock lowered his stance "Very well then, it looks like trouble comes to find us" There was still sufficient shadows to use a spell if he needed to, but Vincent felt that if Lucrecia joined them, that would not be needed.
 
The girl came dashing along and nearly bowled Vincent entirely over, and then pulled a classic bluff, indicating Vincent and the priest, CJ, as her newfound "backup." Most likely she hadn't even paid him any attention, which was as he normally liked it. However, there was one complication to this...

She was the Chosen they were looking for.

On the one hand, it saved them a lot of time. On the other, she had already brought them trouble.

"Oh, by the Gods' collective teeth... LUCY!" Sal shouted, considering that to be sufficient, as they were right outside the stable door. Then he promptly vanished.

Was a time, he would have needed to draw his short sword to take advantage of the invisibility power. However, one of the basic, more uncreative Gifts he'd been granted was that many of the abilities of his magical items had become natural abilities of his own. Whereas before, he'd relied on his wonderful toys, now he could do it himself.

Invisibly, he strode to flank to the left, keeping on the dry cobblestones, his soft boots (also enchanted) making no scuffs as he circled around. He arrived just as the leader of the ruffians was smirking and about to make some kind of smart remark to Vincent as the dark mage stepped forward. He noted CJ had latched his book and readied his staff, but he didn't have time to tell if the stable door was opening as he stepped close to the one on the end and brought his elbow up hard to the back of the man's head. His target pitched forward, and Sal took a moment to kick savagely at the knee of another nearby thug before following his original target, driving a knee into his back, just about his kidnety, and then grabbing his arm and shoulder and pivoting, using the man's own stumbling weight to slam him into the half-stone side of the stable.

Though it was certain the ruffians wouldn't hesitate to use deadly force upon them, and though Sal wouldn't have worried in the least about depriving Corus of their scintillating presence, he didn't feel it was fair. It would have been like savagely murdering a kitten who was determinedly attacking his boot; they were just entirely outclassed, and had no clue of that fact. So he didn't intend to kill them, but he'd make the chiurgeon or healing magician earn their money.
 

            • Lucrecia's head snapped up at the sound of her name. Albeit, it was not a name she wished to hear from her contractor, but she knew it was directed to her nonetheless. Lucrecia wasted no time in launching herself over the closed door of the stall and leaving Tarquin in his stall. He sensed there was a fight, and snorted loudly, obviously displeased that his mistress had left him out of it.

              Lucrecia raced out into the streets, skidding to a stop beside Vincent. She took one look at the situation and cursed under her breath. It was just their luck to run into some nobody's chasing a child. She growled audibly eying the thugs wearily. Sal had already taken down two of them. That left three for her. She grinned wolfishly as the thugs drew their weapons. Oh, she needed this. Unlike Sal, she had no inhibitions about killing them all. Lucrecia stepped forward, past Vincent and the girl and approached the men. Her manner was as easy as the smile on her face. She knew how to use her looks to sway her enemies.

              The men leered at her greedily, blood-shot eyes raking over her curvaceous form. Nevermind that she wore men's clothing and a sword at her side. The seductive sway of her hips as she walked was enough to turn any man's head. It didn't help that her white breeches fit her like a second skin. She walked into the midst of them, drawing their eyes away from Sal and the others, to focus only on her.

              "You shouldn't go chasing after little girls," she purred. "Someone might think you preferred children to a real woman." They nodded stupidly. Lucrecia almost felt bad for them. Almost.

              Grinning, one of the men approached her, showing yellow teeth, to lift a lock of her long caramel hair. He leered at her shamelessly, obviously thinking her words were an invitation. Lucrecia smiled.

              Lightning-quick, her sword left its sheath, a streak of steel in the morning light, to bury itself in the man's throat. Lucrecia's smile widened, baring her teeth in a feral grin. The man groped at her sword uselessly, blood bubbling into his mouth, before he collapsed. Her sword left his body with a sickening slurping sound. She turned to the others, tiny dots of the man's blood on her pale cheeks. Horrified, the men dropped their weapons and fled, leaving the men Sal had taken down to the mercy of this demon in woman's flesh.

              Lucrecia watched them go, a frown marring her features.               "So much for having some fun. Cowards." She ignored the horrified whispers of the people in the streets and bent to wipe the blood from her sword on the man's dirty clothing.
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Vincent stood in one place as the action started, simply watching the events as they unfolded. The male watched Sal vanish from normal sight, his eyes watching moving back to the group of men that were quickly approaching the Chosen ones while he pondered an appropriate maneuver. For a moment Vincent felt that his allies would be more than enough to handle the poorly armed thugs, though he felt he should contribute in some way. Vincent would have his chance soon. The black mage watched as the invisible spy struck down two of the group's assailants, not even bothering to kill them when he could have easily done so in seconds. Vincent merely stood by the girl that they had been chasing, his eyes forward, focusing on the battle as it took place.

Vincent looked to his side when Lucy arrived, skidding to a stop next to him the female warrior was quick to develop an aura, the lust for blood surrounding her. For a moment Vincent seemed to draw on it, his look changing visibly, before he shook it off. The female stepped forward, presenting herself to the group of thieves. Vincent stared at the female for a moment before realizing what she was doing. Making a display the warrior drew one of the men out and close to her, and as the thug reached out to take a feel of the woman's hair she lunged, plunging her blade into his throat. Vincent's eyebrow raised, he wasn't quite expecting her to do that, though she was a warrior after all. The male focused his attention forward, smirking as the rest of the men turned and fled, dropping their crude weapons to the streets.

They didn't get very far...

"My turn"

The warlock straightened his body, opening his eyes as shadows darted across the ground to his feet. He had finally thought of a suitable effect to call for. Vincent murmured under his breath, speaking arcane words in a forgotten language as he rose his staff, bringing the end of it down on the ground he grinned as a small shock wave spread from his staff, speeding towards the two fleeing men, when it hit them, the stone at their feet would liquify, then harden. The result of course would be that the two fleeing men would plunge into the earth, sinking into the ground like it was quicksand, flailing and trying to keep afloat, the stone above them would only harden when they had submerged enough, sent to an early tomb. Vincent had no mercy for fools like them after all.

The warlock looked over at his comrades as his raven swooped in, perching itself on the gemstone on the head of Vincent's staff before looking at Vincent "Master..." The Bird's voice was sharp, rhaspy and dark, only to be heard by it's chosen master and the woman with the horned one's gift. The bird looked at the last chosen, seemingly satisfied with the fact that she had found them instead of them having to find her.

"Well" Vincent began "Now that that is done with, I believe we have found who we are looking for, or she found us, shall we get going?" His words darkened as he spoke, a small smile on his face.
 
(still invisible, Sal knelt by the man he had merely temporarily crippled with the knee strike. Seeing his new compatriots dealing with their targets, he murmured "play dead," softly into the terrified man's ear, and whomped him in the head. The thug, not entirely brainless despite his appearance and chosen profession, slumped and closed his eyes, although his breathing betrayed his consciousness. Still, Sal wasn't sure anyone else's senses would pick it up, so he let it be. Besides, it was reasonable to leave one alive to report back that Genesis had powerful protection; if the infamous Mr. Spoon could summon up troops to counter them, he would likely have to be dealt with more permanently anyway before they could be free to pursue their goals, and if he couldn't, then he could be ignored with reasonable safety in the short term. Either way, it served the plans well to have a witness)
 
[ � ]_Get up! Let's see what you're made of � � �
____________Bring it on! Know that I'm not afraid � � �
_________________It's time to show you what I'm all about � � �

"Ha! Serves you right losers!" Genesis called to them, chasing them half way to the alley where they vanished from sight, sticking her tongue them and forming a 'L' with her hand to place on her forehead.

Normally, Genesis would've already been gone from the group of men and their girlfriend. Left them for the fighting, and during the confusion would run away and find somewhere to hide for the rest of the day. However, there were two reasons that she stayed. For one, she somehow felt that she wasn't suppose to run away, and that she should see this through to the end. The second would be that the man in black clothing had placed his hand on her, and had a stern watchful eye on her, so she probably wouldn't have gotten away with this even if she wanted to. The freakish wolf doll on her right hand turn his head and looked at the odd group before him and tugged on the girl's shirt, making her turn around.

"Aio! Thank you very much for that!" Genesis' slight accent could be heard in her voice, though she still gave them a smile as if it didn't effect the conversation. She looked at every one of them, and nodded, though she seemed to have miscounted since one of them had vanished. She looked around, though the man couldn't be seen, so she just shrugged it off as she approached them. "Kicking baddies butts sure gives me a rush! I don't know about any of you guys."

"Ha! As if you did anything. This pretty, sexy lady was the one who did most of the work." The doll interjected, as his gaze turned to the woman, his eyebrows seemed to be raised up a little bit as he spied up and down her body. "Very sexy indeed. Much better than you are mistress." which earned Doma a smack upside the head.

"Don't be crude, Roger! I'm talking here!" She replied.

The doll's hands went up to his aching head as he turned to look at her. "There there, mistress. I jest. Besides, seems like she already has three men to satisfy her carnal desires." he stated innocently.

"Like that ever stopped you before." Genesis retorted, and would've been glad to repeat the time where he started flirting with a girl who he thought was a bar maiden, turned out to be a gang leader's wench. That was one hell of a day of running, and Genesis would've added the note that it happened on several accounts. She ignored the doll's mumbles as she turned her attention to the man she had bumped into. He seemed to have claimed something bold, which took her by surprise for sure. "And what does that mean? I haven't exactly agreed to go anywhere with you guys." She said, not knowing her role in the destruction of Twilight. After a moment, she pointed a finger at them, rotated her finger in small circles. "Are you part of another gang or something that's after me? Who sent you? Bonehead? Spoon? Jackal? Because if you are, I'm good at running..." She forewarned.

[ Come on! Don't tell me that's all you got! ]​
 
"Such notorities are unkown to myself," Ceej speaks calmly as he walks to the injured men, his staff unlatching to show his book before he squats down and his right hand glows whilst the blood and bruises begin to fade. "I myself was sent by the keeper of the cosmos, even if such an occassion would bring about a lacking to comprehension." Jackson pulls his hand away from the wound to the one who wouldn't have died instantly, though still remained unconcious. The fight brought about too much in the feild of death which he intends to balance with his own talents. The next man looked to be already dead, with a large pool of blood coming from his throat as Ceej squats down again, his left hand pushing forward to the injury before seeing the blood begin to slow its pulses every few seconds. This man is still alive... he thinks to himself as his hand glows again, the wound closing slowly before the blood seems to return to the man's flesh, dirt filtered by the skin around it.

The last ones who were injured were healed slightly since their injuries appeared to be minimal under the flesh, more along the lines of sudden drops in blood pressure causing the men to pass out. "Rest well bretheren," he whispers as he stands up, finished with his task to bring a second chance to the others, though his left arm flares before a few stains of blood can be seen on his sleeve. "Oh... must have... gained some in transfer..." he says to himself, looking through his book and then cleaning his robes with the magic spell of small tricks via his spell book. "If we found her we should continue then, unless there are other pressing matters such as personal issues which have caused our final compatriot to join us."
 

            • Raising an elegantly arched eyebrow, Lucrecia glanced at the puppet on the girl's hand. It spoke in an entirely different voice than the girl. She wondered briefly what the child would do if she snatched the toy from her. She shook her head at her foolishness. She wasn't going to torture some kid for her own grim amusement. So they had found the fifth Chosen. Yipee. She couldn't see how this girl would be able to help them. The girl looked like she belonged in a madhouse with a giant talking puppet on her hand, speaking to it as though it were a sentient being. Of course, sometimes she thought that she herself belonged in a madhouse. Her attention was pulled away from the girl as she felt the priest move behind her.

              Making a vexed sound, Lucrecia watched Ceej heal the thugs, eyes flashing dangerously as he healed the one she had bloodied. She stalked over to the man, menace in every line of her body.               "I don't like my handiwork undone, Holy Man," she said darkly. This was why she disliked priests. They were too soft, taking pity on scum like these men. Would he heal the allies of Twilight so that their enemies could stab them in the back after their misplaced kindness. Lucrecia didn't like it. Not one bit.

              (( Terrible, I know. Sorry. > < ))
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