The Begenning of an End(Adrea, Amika)
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 8, 2018 23:11:22 GMT -8
Mordred Vargoquietly returned home to gather a few things before his trek into parts unknown. His personal grimoire, his skull topped staff, a scroll encased in a glass tube and a few bottles of Absinthe. He knew Amika had done as asked and had downed the bottle of Absinthe which meant she would be joining him. The Vargo estate was silent for once. He stopped only to look in on his grand daughters Genesis and Moira. He was prepared and so were the rest of them. Mordred knew how vultures would begin to circle and cackle once it became known he was 'absent'. This thing was of importance to him and he would keep his word, regardless of any turmoil that swirled about him. The bottles were placed in a backpack along with his spell book. He leaned upon his staff and actually appeared the adventurous mage of lore, minus the pointy hat and long beard. He did utter a powerful contingency spell upon their home. If it was attacked or violated he would be summoned home instantly. The dead that were beholden to him seemed to increase in number and ferocity to foreigners. NO one but Monet knew or would know what he was going to tend to, even the little helper he was going to have accompany him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 8, 2018 23:12:09 GMT -8
Amika
appeared to Mordred. Tossing the empty bottle at him, haphazardly "Catch.." she grinned as she moved to him. "Going on an adventure are we?" she spoke with a gentle tilt of her head. "Hope no arrows nor Hobbits come with us." she teased
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 8, 2018 23:13:27 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
caught the bottle and it was oddly and instantly refiled. The old necromancer still had a few tricks unknown and up his sleeve. "Take a few minutes to gather things you may think you need, then meet me outside, unless you are ready now...and an adventure...oh yes little demon, one long over due, and no arrows but deadly lycans and strange magics." He winked at her and as he passed handed her back the bottle, she would need it for what was to be forthcoming.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 8, 2018 23:14:22 GMT -8
Amika
chuckled "Mordred..." she spoke his name with a purr. "You know me. I am always ready." she grinned as she took the bottle back. Placing it into her nullspace. "Deadly lycans, Strange Magics...Oh my. Now all we need is some bears.." she chuckled "Traditional travel or magical?" she asked as she looked back to him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 8, 2018 23:21:23 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
shook his head, "Traditional, magic can be tracked....shall we..." He gestured for them to exit the Vargo estate then...
AmikaToday
chuckled softly "Lets go see the wizard." she skipped out of the estate and would wait for him outside.
Mordred Vargo
he and Amika would start off in one direction then change course and then for a third time shift direction again, making it almost physically impossible for the direction they moved in to be properly gaged. He though knew where they were going and did not verbalize it to Amika. "So little demon he stated as they seemed to wander, there are a few rules you must follow, and trust me you will want to."
Amika
knew better than to ask where they would go. she followed him, allowing him to change course. Then he began to speak of rules. "Tell me the rules.." she looked to him as they moved. "Hold on a second..." she paused, placing her hand upon his arm for balance as she pried off her boot. Turning it over, a little bit of sand came out. She took a moment to replace said boot before they would continue on. She took a drink of the Absinthe before handing it back for him.
Mordred Vargo
supported her easily and accepted the bottle, "Rule one, when we meet the person this thing involves around, watch your ass, no snide comments or shitty jokes your tongue and jaw will be torn from your face before the words leave your lips, and not by me. Rule 2, respect this being like you have no one else, it may seem like an odd request and rule but this person to me is highly important and worth every drop of respect a demon and a madman can muster..." He let his words trail and downed some of the bottle..."not too hard right..."He winked at her.
Amika
chuckled softly listening to his words. "You have my word." she took back the bottle before he would drink too much and took a healthy draw. "so tell me....who are we going to see.." she would ask him. It was only right that she would ask who's Lion's den they are venturing into. Her tail moving behind her as she strided beside him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 8, 2018 23:23:45 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
when we arrive, "ask them, do it respectfully though." He laughed, "who do you know that I have ever respected so much, NO one, so you see why this is important to me...and none of that tail winding thing. This is a business trip, never forget that. If we are successful, the family..." He caught himself and just smiled deviously. "No one would be able to say anything to you foul anymore, even though you know they will, call it penance if you will for once leading me to the gates of hell." He and her shared the bottle. Mordred was plotted and knew how some thought they could gather info on him and Amika. Under the influence anything was inadmissible
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 8, 2018 23:26:35 GMT -8
Amika
nodded "I will try to keep my tail underwraps. But....dont grab it in their presence..you know what that does to me." she chuckled to him. "All this to clear my name, Mordred?" she asked looking to him. "So to speak?" she chuckled "I'm...touched..."
Mordred Vargo
_shook his head and grew serious. "this is not about you at all Amika, I asked you along for one reason. In time you will see for yourself that reason, until then just drink and accompany me." He smiled and on purpose was being very vague. The little demon gave up her faith for him, so she would certainly know his words and actions were on purpose and almost guarding for her.
Mordred Vargo
revealed nothing but knew Amika would walk where he did lead. Through the night they would wander in seemingly endless circles, backtracking and moving in erratic patterns. Unknown to Amika currently he had imbued the bottle of Absinthe they shared with an essence that would block anyone trying to locate their mental signatures and masked their physical scent. When he needed to be thorough nothing would or could be known, not even Monet Truly knew where he was going she knew the why but not honestly the where. Tyran people liked to manipulate the most finite word and detail and he was now overly precise. A smirk lined his features the entire while.
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Post by Amika on Oct 9, 2018 4:50:56 GMT -8
Heard his words about it not all being about her and sobered slightly. "I will drink and accompany you..." she spoke softly to him as she took a drink and passed the bottle back to him. She couldn't even tell about the imbuement of their drink. Nor would she really care if she knew.
Some places the terrain changed. She only used his assistance in steep slopes but other than that, she held her own. she wouldn't show herself as weak before him. Although he already knew much about her. Already they were in a place she didn't know. "How long will it take for us to reach there, traditionally?" she asked softly as they would stop for a short break.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:04:54 GMT -8
Mordred VargoToday at 9:30 AM
aided Amika when necessary. He would have told her he didn't think her weak of all people. When they did stop for more drinks and to rest he would shrug. "We arrive when we do, this leg of our trek, is to simply shake off eyes and ears." He winked at her, "Amika, let me ask you something..." He leaned upon his staff as he spoke, "what made you forego, faith, and family to be at my side through trial and tribulation, accusation and assumption?" He was honestly curious. Yes he knew the demon but he wanted to know now her personal motivation for risking so much for him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:05:59 GMT -8
AmikaToday
paused as he asked the question. It took her a while to respond as she began to unlace her boot so she could flex her feet. "I am...not entirely sure. Perhaps....I was tired of not feeling my worth? Time and time again I laid myself out on the line. Maybe....it was my way of redemption for doing what you asked me to do in Hell....I dont know.." she looked to him as she curled her foot onto her lap and rubbed upon the bottom of it. She would do the same with the other foot.
"I never known you to lie to me. And I already had risked so much and endured so much by your family when you went with Shaitan. I tried to 'save' you but.....you didn't want to be saved." she chuckled lightly. "Maybe when Baracus broke up with me, it was the final straw to the camel's back." she slipped on her boots once again.
Mordred Vargo
would nod, "you have given a lot for me and endured even more than i would have thought you could. A forsaken child and possible marriage, even your faith and position in the temple." He looked Amika up and down and shook his head, "if anyone knew better they would say you have risked almost as much as Monet." He checked a laugh, "key word almost...I must admit, you and I have a history, twisted as it may be but I have always noticed the things you have done and the myriad times you have been slandered and spoken to harshly because of. Everything lost in my cause you will regain again, and my word has always held true to you little demon, and I have always come back and found you when broken. Enough talk though, lets get moving..." He looked east.(edited)
Amika
smiled softly to his words. "How becoming of the boogyman to offer comfort." she teased softly . "I know of our twisted history and I know there is no one above me beyond Monet." she grinned to him. Then he spoke about getting going. "Yeah..." she stood, stretching, looking in his direction of the East as he looked. "When was the last time you had a good home cooked meal...." she then shook her head "I dont think I ever seen you eat something.....that wasn't between a pair of legs.." she teased him again as she fell into step beside him. Continuing on
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:06:44 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
laughed, "that's the best home cooked meal any woman could ever offer." He nudged her with his elbow, "and yes I know how to comfort, to hate you have to know how to love no?" He snickered and indeed they began to travel east farther east then either of them had been before. For a while he and her would trudge along in silence, the landscape changing from the ashen wasteland of Carrion to the more fertile fields that lay beyond before stopping again. "Everyone always wonders about my not eating or sleeping, clearly I have become something that needs to be dependent upon neither. He pulled a bottle of Absinthe from his pack and would grin, "my green fairy and magic sustains me well enough." It was his turn to sit and rest a moment. He would lay his staff in his lap and open the bottle and take a swallow. The anise flavored green liquor went down easy for him where it may have scorched the innards of some. He would inform her, "It's the height of a new day, I need time to prepare my spells, rest here with me." He rarely asked again his words more commanding and what she was used to from him. Under a rocky overhang that shielded them from the sun, they would make camp
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:07:58 GMT -8
Amika
smirked at the nudge. "Regardless of what you do or not consume.....I should make you one meal one day. Just....to say that I fed the Boogyman." she teased as they came up to the overhang. "Yes...of course...." she would sit beside him, curling her legs to the side of her as she would make a small fire. Not enough to gain attention from others but enough to provide warmth and food. She was not like him, although demonic. She still required much that mortals required.
Pulling ingrediants from her Nulllspace she made a small meal of some meats and herbs. A simple meal but then again, nothing is really simple about her. There was no need for tents or other shelters, the over hang provided enough. When the food was ready, she would began to eat, letting the fires die down to embers. She wouldn't interrupt him when he prepared his spells. She knew better.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:08:23 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
still was beholden to the laws of magic. Each day he had to study and relearn complex linguistic and somatic elements of various spells. Unknown to Amika he was showing her something, quietly teaching her. Hours would pass as his magic was powerful and took time to relearn each day. Another reason why he never truly slept, he had not enough hours in a day to remaster his spells AND torment everyone around him. He finally closed his spell book and his eyes. He appeared to rest while she ate but then out of no where stated, "once I asked someone to be my apprentice. She had potential beyond compare, alas I have yet to see her again." He would shrug, "Amika..." He looked then directly at her, "you are being groomed. After this....adventure, you will be more and better equipped to walk in my shadow. Keep your faith in me little demon..." he let a devious grin split his features.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:09:32 GMT -8
Amika
blinked softly as he spoke. "You....want me to be the next boogyman?" she placed her things she finished with back into her Nullspace. Her emeralds found his dead whites and smiles. "I always held faith in you, Usurper...." she chuckled softly. A pain dinged in her head and her eyes briefly lined in black as she turned her head away from him. Recoiling as her hand went to her temples. It was nice to be painfree for the short time she held it.
Mordred Vargo
smiled at her with a malign wickedness only he possessed. "You and I are already hated beyond compare, and you know what I find most funny, is physically I have never been inside you." He laughed loudly for a moment, a strange and foreign thing for him. "Yes in hell your were violated and sodomized in ways even I find still interesting and amazing by various forces at my command, yet never have we had more than drinking nights together. The first lesson you learned from me was that everyone will assume the worst of you with their simple minds and bleeding hearts. Damn them that assume upon you, they become like fleas to a dog, and does a dog have not but to scratch to remove them." Again he let a sly grin slip across his features as they rested and indulged in what seemed like idle chatter
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:09:52 GMT -8
Amika
paused as he spoke of Hell. She thought it was him that took advantage of her during those times. "I...guess not..." She reclined then. Laying her head upon his lap as she would rest for a moment. Her hands resting upon her stomach, interlacing the fingers as she looked up to him. "Yes, everyone assumed the worst in me. Your sister included. Hell, even the Queen. I am one of the most hated beings in this land." she grinned softly as she let a breath escape. She crossed her ankles, right over left as she relaxed. "And the second lesson you taught me was.....Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:10:34 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
winked, "at least you pay attention." He allowed her to rest her head in his lap, even adjusting slightly. "I once was the divine god of evil, feared and scorned beyond measure. I have never changed. I do not flip flop and play like I am anything good or beholden to this land or it's people. You are sly and ambitious. I respect that. I brought you with me because I can trust in the end you will be as self serving as I am. THAT i trust, not the pretty words of others or fake faces they put on for me. YOU have always behaved as you wanted to, loose and free." He nudged her playfully, "that temple and inept god was being weak and controlled by your former flip flopping lover. Your true spirit was being taken and you never saw it..." He let his words trail off as he took a faint swallow again from his Absinthe bottle.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:11:06 GMT -8
Amika
rose softly as he spoke to take the bottle and took a drink when he took his swollow. Once she did she resumed her spot within his lap. "You...are right. For so long since I crawled out of the depths of Hell, I followed...that. Followed before Tyr and continued on after. Rose to the High Priestess....." she pondered as she looked to him. "I have never been fake with you, nor will I."
Mordred Vargo
laughed, "I know." He looked up as he noticed something cause a flock of birds to rise into the air. He looked down on Amika, "time to get moving again, make sure all traces of this camp are destroyed utterly." With the aide of his staff he rose to his feet. He actually seemed to show his age, whatever it may be. "When you are beholden to one principal, no matter how depraved and or wicked, no one can ever take that from you Amika. You have had two children taken from you and your faith, be only true onto thy self....a lesson my father made sure I understood nightly, and he is ranked among the legendary evils of old...I have surpassed them all." He paused and shook off the past, "come.." He extended his hand to help her back up.
Amika
rose her head as he rose up himself. Watching with a concerned look as he seemed to be a little slower but she didn't speak of it. She took his hand and rose. She nodded at his request as she extended her hand and destroyed the fire. It was like they never were there. He was...being intimate with her. Not by sex but by showing her glimpses of how his mind worked.
Once all was done, she looped his arm around his and would silently assist him as he would have her. To the on looker, it would just appear that they were just on a stroll.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:11:34 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
eventually the odd duo would arrive at very secluded area, east of everything they knew. Mordred would look around and nod to himself. "Now we wait for the third party of this...adventure, to join us." He said nothing else for the moment. "and don't ask me when we will be joined, they move as a ghost and on their own time, be patient little demon." If he would have known that she thought he was being intimate with her even on any level he may have smiled. He was simply telling her how to play this game that was Tyran a game he had mastered to become a god, she had only reached high priestess. She had already shown she would sacrifice anything if need be, not a bad start....
Amika
nodded as they reached the secluded area. "I will be patient....." she would move to find a seat as she would wait.
Mordred Vargo
watched her for a moment, "your most powerful tools currently are sex seduction and an ability to somehow always...endure. Mine has been my ambition and ability to withstand all attempts on my life. They will come for you Amika, they will send gods and their greatest killers after you when you reach a point in all this as I have, but how many can claim what I have." He laughed, "I have nothing anyone may want but command attention with every action I make from those above and those below, you desire such ability. Close your legs first." He could not help but smirk. "Take from them the stone they most throw at you, disarm them before you crush them...lesson three
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:11:45 GMT -8
Amika
laughed from his words. "I have not slept with multiple partners since I gotten together with Baracus. And even then so, I have been abstinate. I have not laid with another in so long." she arched her brow. "I am not the same little whore you first met long ago." she grinned to him. "Thus I am still labeled as one." she said nonchellantly like it didn't bother her.
Mordred Vargo
would shrug, "wear the title proudly, let them be jealous of your freedom and ability to draw their men into your bed. They were the weak ones unable to keep or satisfy what they wanted. When you are alone with anyone only you and them now the truth of your relation, just like now..." He grinned, "the little whore demon ran off with the bogeyman, she will return gap legged and carrying a baby. " He laughed and rolled his eyes, "can you hear it even now Amika..."(edited)
Amika
chuckled softly "Yes but who's baby? The butcher, the baker or the candlestick makers?" she teased as she laughed "Oh yes, and I hear it every day. They call me a succubus. I am not. I do not feed through sex." her tail swayed. She reclined against a tree, producing a dagger to clean under her nails.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:12:05 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
laughed, "all the above knowing you." She would understand his light hearted insult was no longer how he truly felt about her but he would torment anyone if hey left themselves open. He then let a genuine smile form on his lips. "Have you ever played chess little demon?"
Amika
shook her head "Never learned the game." she told him. Mordred's words didn't bother her.
Mordred Vargo
began with an almost sage like tone now, "Chess is the game of Kings, unlike checkers which most simple fools indulge in. In checkers all pieces are equal in chess various pieces have various powers, but if used right even the most weak of pieces, a pawn, can take a king." He searched her eyes to see if she did gather the depth's of his references and how it pertained to Tyran itself. "I am the black king..." he stated arrogantly.(edited)
continued, "light and dark stand on opposite sides of each board, but in one game the moves of the equal pieces is easily discerned, in the game of kings, one must strategize how to move and capture their goal while also defending themselves. In checkers all pieces can be taken, not so in chess if you are smart." He winked at her
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:12:54 GMT -8
Amika
listened to his explination on the game. "And I am the pawn as you stated so many times before..." She did understand. "So I am supposed to take you or the White King?" she teased softly as she examined her nails before sheathing her dagger.
Mordred Vargo
smirked, "you are a pawn..a captured pawn from the side that opposes me." He smirked, "my opposition thought to position you in a place of power and use you and manipulate you with child and titles, I took that from them all...yes...a pawn." He poked her in the ankle with the butt end of his staff.(edited)
Amika
moved quickly as he poked her ankle. Faster than most could see and move to seize that end of his staff with her hand. She grinned giving him a soft tug before letting him go. "Always a pawn, never a pawnsmaid." she teased. She sighed. "Thank you, earlier. For allowing me to be apart of that meeting. I am sorry I didn't contribute more to it. But it wasn't really my place. I am not a Vargo. But I observed the same."
Mordred Vargo
he would shrug, "you are no Vargo, but how many times have you risked yourself for one. We don't forget any slight nor those who help and stand with us little demon." When she grabbed his staff he had to quickly dispel a protective ward that allowed only himself able to touch it or her hand would have instantly fallen off. "Don't do that." He grew serious, "never just randomly touch a necromancers tools of his trade silly demon, you almost lost a hand and could have been infected with a slow seeping decomposition that would break down the marrow in your bones. "
Amika
grinned "Then dont poke me with your staff then." she retorted.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:13:22 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
laughed, "you want me to poke you with my staff." The innuendo was just as bad as the joke. He grew serious, "if you had stayed in your past life, what would you be doing RIGHT now?"
Amika
laughed at the innuendo. "Right now....probably getting married...being a priestess. Different day same story"
Mordred Vargo
almost fell over laughing then. "Swollen ankles and house choirs, followed by kidnappings and running a god's errands." He laughed, "pathetic..." He took a long gulp from his bottle of Absinthe, "I have never understood the need for some to want or wish that life upon such a free spirit as you Amika?" He shrugged, "different day, different versions of evil and eye for potential I guess." He smirked over the top of the bottle as they spoke and then took yet another drink, offering her the bottle after.
Amika
sighed. "I wanted to BE happy. I wanted to feel and wanted. Much like what you and Monet have." she grew serious. Her eyes darkened as she took the bottle. "I wanted to change. To be apart of something and...just be me. Free spirit or not. I loved him. I loved many. All ended up leaving sooner or later. Even you." she paused looking to him as she fought to compose herself. Calming.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:13:57 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would grin as she spoke and showed truth. Ironic, a demon was being honest with the boogeyman. He broke into a song almost mockingly bad, "you can't always get what you want....but if you try sometimes...you get what you NEED!" He sat down then and laughed easily. "Everyone wants what Monet and I have but have no clue of what we had to go through to get it and still must endure to maintain it. " It was his turn to be truthful then with Amika, "did you ever wonder why I slept with Amrite, and so boldly let that information be known to the family?"
Amika
shook her head softly as he spoke about sleeping with Amrite. "No. But knowing you...you were just moving the piece on the chess board
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:14:30 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would nod and wink, "smart girl. If someone had a secret desire for me that also meant they have secret designs for my twin. People rarely believe words, I felt the need to expose the truth of who some people are. Monet and I have always forgiven everything about the other. She asked me whom was loyal to us...get it. Not even you dared to allow what Amrite did, so I acted to show the family...what sat at the table with them." He would shrug. "I am not nice nor understood in my methods ever Amika, but the results are plain for everyone...and Monet is still mine and I am still hers. Sometimes you have to be burnt by the fire to know it's hot."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:14:50 GMT -8
Amika
shook her head "I did not say you were nice, Mordred. I learned that in Hell." she grinned. "I didn't doubt Monet was yours and still is. Nor will I delve inbetween you two." She remembered her promise to Monet. "No matter how much you thrust your staff to me." she grinned a little. It didn't matter. She stood softly as she began to walk about, getting her legs moving again.
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Adventurer
status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:15:23 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
leaned back and closed his eyes, "friends close, enemies closer little demon...and serpents know how to slither." He would allow himself to rest slightly as they waited, while slowly letting the demon understand the depth of his mad way of thinking and how in the end, it was not mad, but supremely plotted, he would risk to protect the black queen..._(edited)
Amika
eventually settled back down. "Yes...they do...." she smirked as she would too close her eyes. Crossing her arms over her as she let herself drift
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status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 9, 2018 8:15:43 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
looked over at Amika and would smirk, "you are the only person I have ever called friend." He drew a barrier about them that would allow her to rest and himself to be alerted if anything other than who he expected to, approached within one hundred yards. There was a swallow of Absinthe left and he consumed it before settling next to her. His head bowed and with closed eyes, resting, conserving his power and waiting.(edited)
Amika
smiled to his words but didn't respond much more. Her breathing easy but the flutter of her eye lids as she entered REM sleep, stated otherwise. The nightmares would never end in her dreams
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Adventurer
status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 11, 2018 5:26:41 GMT -8
_the devil that walked amongst men, rose before Amika and took a moment for himself. Their companion had not joined them yet and he did begin to wonder if this endeavor would be ultimately for naught. NO, he shook his head. "This is a lesson even for me in patience and the worth and rewards of being patient." In the throes of extreme madness, depression or nostalgia the image of his mother would often come to her most troubled child. Again he saw her reflection and a childlike demeanor seemed to fall over him. ~Rayelina's Image~ "Mordred, you know better, do not be impatient. Even inside me you rushed." The image would touch her swollen belly. He would grasp at the wisps of memory and hang his head in shame, again feeling in someway he was disappointing his first love, his only god, his mother. He shook the image loose and blinked back the swell of emotion. "ONE DEVELOPS PATIENCE THROUGH STUDY, BOY!" He hissed under his breath mocking the tone his father Camien had often taken with him when he was alive. Mordred would role his shoulders, withdraw his personal grimoire from his pack and begin to study as he always did, growing numb again to the world about him._
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Gender: Female
Age: 500+ (Stopped counting at 500)
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Post by Amika on Oct 11, 2018 14:08:14 GMT -8
His voice roused her from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open as the world would slowly come into focus. "Mordred?" she murmered sleepily. "What is it? Are you alright?" She asked as she would move to sit up straighter. Wincing lightly as she had fallen asleep in a position that wasn't very comfortable later on. She brought her hand up to stifle a yawn.
Looking over, she saw him with his grimoire. Perhaps his voice was him recanting spells to relearn them? Maybe. She moved to reach into her nullspace; taking out a sealed bottle of Absinthe, and some food for her. She would move to make a small fire to cook breakfast upon. Bacon, potatoes and eggs. The smell would be enough to make any one salivate with hunger. If he was studying, she would not disturb him until he was done.
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Adventurer
status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Oct 14, 2018 19:53:56 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
woke from a troubled sleep after studying. He was pale and sweat creased his brow. He said nothing and was breathing hard as he sat himself upright against a tree. It took him a minute to focus. Dead white eyes would shift here and there and to every shadow wildly as he got his bearings again.
'"Only a lucid dream ..." he stated to himself, something though had shaken even the usurper.
Amika
still looked concerned as she would continue to cook her breakfast. "Must have been one hell of a dream. You should keep a dream journal." she suggested as she plated up her food. Then sat down beside him. There was more than enough for him to snag a bite or two if he desired. "Want to talk about it?"
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