[Forward: Since the end of “In Depths Below” the Nine have been busy trying to reclaim Lazarius’ family fortune, rebuilding, and forging new allies. We are current in the WoW Timeline with this entry, NZoth has risen, the world is in chaos, and now, the Council of Nine are at a disadvantage. New Readers, please note each of the roleplayers as the following...
[ L.K ] - Lazarius Kashebahl, Algus Kross, Doctor Whistletorque, Marseille
[ V.D ] Verzatea Duskflame , Pame
[ S.K ] Siida-Ray Kashebahl
[ K.A ] Koltun Ancientveil
[ J ] Jursol (AND JIMBA!)
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[ L.K ] “This is where we fail most when valuable time could be spent finding my sister and possibly others who are injured with her.”. Lazarius spoke softly; and much more relaxed than either of the three in question.
“You are all right. There are three factors at play here that I feel you all are overlooking, one...NZoth has risen. Any use of power be they void, death, blood, spells...it will result in the eyes of the old god noticing. It will result in our locations being encroached. We can not forsake Pyravari to wander alone with her trusted, but we cannot allow our own to be struck here either. Two...”
Lazarius very calmly moved toward Verzatea as he placed a soft mummified hand on her shoulder.
“Kross IS CAPABLE. He can handle himself. And would put the least risk on thin resources we already have. His presence remains unnoticed because he is dead.”. Lazarius glanced back toward Koltun and then turned to face Verza again.
“My sister is dangerous. Much more when she is unhinged. The fact that my link with her is severed is cause enough for alarm. If anyone should be going for her it should be me. But...”. He tapped the lovely infestation on his side that was currently covered by his tunic.
“Koltun deserves no less respect to aid the woman he loves. You would risk your neck for me would you not?”. Lazarius gently eased his hand to Verzateas face.
“Patience. And find reason Confessor. You cannot overlook his attachment to the Fel either. Koltun is one of the only, among us who also remains under the radar of Nzoths eyes.” Lazarius finally turned to peer at Koltun.
“See the doctor. Please, for me. Let him hydrate you at least, and the two of you can leave at nightfall.”
“Come on sthweet cheeksth, I’ll have ya patched up before you can sthay ‘big sthlappy sthquirel sthacks’.”. The good doctor said hopping up and waddling toward the door.
“Oh...and third. If Raelyndia is doing this. You better all be aware that your may need to turn your attention toward me. If she somehow has returned from the grave and can manage some sort of magic beyond her life. And that latches onto me...”. He shook his head. “I would consider the contingency plan of placing me inside the void forge before I destroy us all...”
[ K.A ] It was a rare to receive anything but stoicism or playfulness from the demon hunter, his fury reserved primarily for the battlefield and when it was needed to fuel his body through hardship. Such as the flight back to the Bastille. The possibility of losing Pyravari -again-, of failing her -again-, was enough to stoke those reserved fires, letting them flare in a minor display of what most saw before death... and so; apparently, did Verzatea's condescension.
Koltun turned slowly, felfire eyes narrowing dangerously as she spoke and dabbled notes. Thankfully, he had reigned most of himself in and beyond a light growl of warning, he left it at that. She hated inaction as much as he did, he could smell it on her as keenly as her perfume. He could hardly fault her for it, but he would remember what she had said to him this day, even while letting it go for now. And then came Whistletorque...
"oh no... Lazzy-poo you dont mean that do you?" The Blademaster groaned, watching the gnome waddle towards the door. Having no other choice but to obey, he heaved a sigh and started after the doctor, muttering under his breath "big sthlappy sthquirel sthacks....mnhrhm.”
“If N'zoth got a hold of your mind, Snookums, -he'd- go insane instead." Looking back to Laz, he nodded his thanks... albeit grudgingly, and motioned that he wanted to talk before he departed, and hopefully before being dissected by a far too eager gnome.
Tea earned herself a rather childish stuck out tongue.
'Mneh'.
[ V.D ] The uncertainty Verzatea reserved within remained bottled up, but still she couldn't help but doubt the success rate of this half assed plan... And she had to wonder why the uncertainty and unpredictability of what awaited them never concerned anyone but herself. That was an internal issue she'd have to handle in time, whether it her fault for not having more faith, being too over protective or whatever the issue was.
Either way, Lazarius's shushing the Confessor was not amusing but as her thought softened, her narrow eyed glance his way was followed up with the woman making a face toward Koltun. Tit for tat. Though her demeanor, along with Pames, would relax after. No ill will, merely concern.
"Very well Lazarius," she concedes at last, promptly marking a line through her last written note before she'd wiggle the quill toward Laz.
"Then my biggest concern henceforth, with the issue of the Harbinger resolved, is your well being, and The well being of those in your immediate vicinity."
[ J ] Jursol stood silent as she listened to what was being said. Her eyes watched everyone closely as she thought to herself. She was unsure what exactly to say at this time. Thinking of where the missing woman could be did worry her. It was clear she was well loved, and someone they needed to find alive.
Wondering to herself if the Loa could, or even would help with this. While she was amused at how the siblings would bicker, there was a clear threat to worry about. One that could destroy everything they all held dear. She held herself upright as she kept a calm expression on her face. It was clear she was ready to do anything she could to help. These were her family now. Already she cared for each one of them. Even Pame.
[ L.K ] “Then since this mission will require us to be at our most stealthy and subtle; Pame and I will take point. Wherever we plan to go. Jursol and her raptor entourage may watch our flank, and Confessor; I suggest you stay close to our Inquisitor since your warding could prove most helpful if we are ambushed.”.
Marseille held both hands on his belt; one against the edge of his hatchet while the other rested on his spoon. The large serving spoon he’d kept since the night of the infamous Dawnseeker Massacre.
“There was a small grotto hidden away beneath the southern edge of the Ghostlands in Quelthalas; there was a laboratory Raelyndia kept there. That was my lead and where I was heading first.”.
Lazarius said as he peered between the four others.
“*We can get passage to Quelthalas from the Horde capital; and go by cart to the southern border before needing to walk.”
[ V.D ] Gently Tea closes her book, promptly expressing as though speaking to everyone -- especially given she pointedly looks at each individual,
"I trust any of you with my life, and Id protect you all with mine," her eyes move toward Lazarius before her small smiling lips would part to express,
"If you intend for us to leave as soon as possible Id like to request atleast an hour to prepare? What awaits us is unknown, the old Mistress was quite crafty-," she pokes her finger into Lazarius side where the eye can be found,
"So... In the event that something goes wrong, I'd like to ensure all will be well here."
Her eyes move to the door where last her daughter had been whisked out of. Quite suddenly the floor would become a more interesting place to look rather than admit her selfish fear of dying without at least saying goodbye to her own child. Such strange insecurities the Confessor held.
[ L.K ] “One hour it is. Verza, please take me to Brin.”. In an odd turn of events for most there but probably more shocking Verza, Laz wanted to see his daughter as well. He seemed to have the same sentiment about wanting to see her one more time.
Before he would leave though; one last glance was made toward the Shal’dorei Shade who oversaw the subterfuge of Lazarius’ operation. He knew exactly what that look meant and would certainly address it before they left.
Marseille stood with the troll and Kaldorei and thumbed the edges of the bandolier with his throwing knives. “Ancient Queldorei witch ruins...I would bet booby traps. And plenty.”
[ V.D ] "Foolish to think it's quite so simple as walking in, and walking out,"
Pame agrees, her attention finally moving from the intimidating demon hunter. The flare of the Kaldoreis nostrils were the only sign of expression on the womans otherwise stoic facade, purple skin glowing in the dim lighting of the library. Itd cast a ghostly expression, deepening the bags beneath her eyes and exagerrating the dip of her cheeks from skin stretching taut over her bones.
Though she was anything but ill or malnourished, simply... Tired. Likely from all the fucking sparring, but for a woman who loved sword play it wasnt much she could complain about.
"Alas, between the three of us... A timeless scholar, a wilderness amazonian and an ex-abomination huntress, not to mention the Confessor-,"Pames silver eyes fixate solely on Mars after acknowledging Jursol - who surely would've been brought into the conversation - as if to coax an answer from him,
"One still has to wonder... Is it enough of a chance against the likes of this Raylen?"
Such was a conversation Verzatea wouldn't indulge. "Of course," Tea acknowledges Lazarius. Her focus was on the Inquisitor, one hand wrapping about the elbow of the Inquisitor before she'd begin to guide him from the library. All the while she was a troubled smile.
[ J ] Jursol nodded as she and Jimba gave agreeing nods or sounds. Pressing her lips together, Jursol whistled softy in a pattern. The sound seemed to be a call to Mawa. A faint distance souls echoed though the place.
“It be our pleasure to help all dat we can. We can’t be leaving one our own behind. It be time for action. Den we can plan our next moves once all are accounted for, alive.”
Deep down she knew many died, and many more will die. However now was not the time to think they way. It was time to hunt and return the missing one.
[ V.D ] A twitch of the ear would be the greatest indication of a reaction from Pame with the spoops besides the kaldoreis eyes fixated solely on Jursol. She'd lean closer after a moment, murmuring in an affirming tone,
"The foolish who challenge us in this journey will tremble in the afterlife once we've finished with them."
[ J ] Jursol grinned at the idea of forcing enemies to submit, to make them suffer even in death would please her, and her Loa. She whispered back softly still with a damaged grin.
“Dey will know da power of Bwonsamdi. In death will they tremble before him. We shall see ta that.”
Nodding in agreement to Pame.
[ L.K ] “I will be content with just knowing how the Master will get out of this. I do not foresee his fallen Mistress having any way of deterring us that would be conventional in its genetics. This is all dangerous water to tread. Those who follow NZoth that get in our way though...”. Marseille gave a wicked smirk as he flipped one of his knives out on one of his fingers.
“Let them come...”
[ V.D ] "I imagine a I'll use this hour to pack, however," Pame nods at once,
"After all... I hardly imagine loose, casual attire such as this will offer me the advantage of resilience to most attacks- If any are to come. Better safe than sorry," she snorts, swiftly bowing her head toward both troll and shaldorei,
"Might you both find good use of this hour yourselves."
[ L.K ] Marseille peered toward the elven woman as his silvery eyes narrowed. He would take several strides toward the exit now as he made very little effort to converse any further.
“I think I will see to a few loose ends before we depart. . . “
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To Be Continued in: In Mind of Misery: Wrath, Part 1
These are organized in a completely random order, because I’m adding them to the list as I find them. Some are brand new and some are RATHER old! As I post more threads, I’ll just add to this! HERE WE GO!
Elliot Alderson x Malcolm Bright (we did a little thing, and yes we know it's too soon)
(credit to @jaaryl for the Prodigal Son gif)
<Meeting Up>
E:So you in town on business or pleasure?
M: First one, then the other.
Elliot: Still tying *yourself* to the bed every night?
Malcolm: Still snorting morphine in "controlled" doses and pretending it's not an addiction?
Elliot: Seen your dad lately?
Malcom: Have you seen *your* dad lately?
Elliot: I have that under control, you know that.
M: Oh, so you do know who you are this time. That's good I guess it would bother me if I was fucking your dad.
E: It would bother me if you were fucking my dad too. Especially since he's been dead for 20 years. That sounds a little bit too much like *your* dad.
M: Not that I know of. Isn't yours a part of you?
E: Mr. Robot was *not* my dad. He was a manifestation of a broken mind. Like I said, I have control of that. Didn't your daddy used to say something like that to *you*?
M: You make him sound more like a pedophile than a serial killer.
E: And that sounded *a lot* like defending a dude that used to keep pieces of people in jars. But you're right, one of those is worse than the other.
M: I swear to god Elliot, if you ask me one more time 'did my daddy touch me'...
E: I would never do that, you're still alive. Ok, I was gonna ask, do you wanna tie *me* to the bed this time? You know, instead of yourself? We've never done that before. Are you just afraid you're going to kill me after? Was that part of his M.O. Like, not the bdsm part, just the tying down...
M: No! It wasn't.
E: Ok, well don't worry I'll hide the utensils. And I've never owned a scalpel. As far as the business goes, if this has anything to do with sending Elliot back to prison...
M: Ok I didn't send you to prison. I had nothing to do with that. But I could've pushed for jail time.
E: Ah, misdirection, I can't say I blame you but please try to remember that I could leave you high and dry. And you wouldn't call me if you didn't need me. The FBI agent, oh! Former FBI agent, asking the cyber-terrorist-
M: Hopefully former.
E: You fucking well know former. Now where was I? Oh, former FBI agent. Who the fuck is paying you these days? If this was one of those TV crime dramas, I'd say something like 'I never thought I'd see the day' but since it's real life and we both know I've seen it happen so many times we might as well get our mail at the same address...what's up?
<Post coitus>
E: You look stressed.
M: Still? *Jesus*....ok, so I *did* take a part of a man *off*.
E: Off of the man?
M: I gave it back!
E: Please tell me no one saw you do this?
M: How the fuck can you imagine a scenario where *no one* saw me do this? Where I wouldn't be in a cell right next to my father?
((Remus and Sirius are at the boring History of Magic class. The Moon is close and Remus can feel it.
Send them some questions :3
Sirius made by @askmoonyloonylupin, so send asks to the both of us!! :3))
