#zeklyn

[j-has-a-nephilim-problem]

Ciphers and Secrets (closed RP with pattern-assassination)

J picked up the remote and activated the smartglass windows, dimming the morning sunlight in anticipation of her guests. The four cats remained in the spots formerly occupied by sunbeams for a short time, before getting up to stretch and wash and shake themselves in a vaguely irritated manner. They relocated to various places in the office, not without a few put-upon huffs.

“Be glad I don’t just kick you out. Jerks.”

A light blinked on the desk phone. J pushed the button next to it, and Tanya’s honeyed drawl came through the speaker.

“Mr Kalanyl and Mr Zeklyn are here to see you, Boss.”

J pushed the talk button. “Send them up, please.”

While she waited, she brought up the relevant notes on her tablet - what they had in mind, what they could offer Zeklyn in return. The somewhat-unique ‘interview’ process; the Crypto folks were looking to put him through his paces a little. She had no doubt that the drow would do just fine.

She was slightly less sure how he might feel about the fact that the interview would take place some 3,600 miles away... but they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

[fallen-dante]

Zeklyn watched from the shadows in an alleyway as the man in the black and red coat slammed down into the fire escape of the building across the street, on top of a demon. The fire escape collapsed, warping and folding, and the demon and hunter came down with it. Zeklyn sighed and walked out into the dim streetlight,as the man stood back up, shaking ash from his jacket, “You just made getting up to one of my favorite spots a lot harder…” The young drow looked the man over, “You’re Dante, right?”

The last demon looked up at him just as Dante came down on it in the Helm Breaker from three stories up, bringing the demon down and the fire escape with it. The thing practically exploded, but that was OK because it also immediately started crumbling into black ash. He shook himself like a dog, sending the ash floating off into the air in flakes. He stepped out of the wreckage of the fire escape, letting Rebellion just hang out on his back like it did.

He turned to look at the newcomer.“Yeah, that’s me.” He popped his neck with a loud cracking sound, rolled his shoulders. “Sorry ‘bout the fire escape. Thought that building was abandoned.” He eyed the other guy - where were all the drow coming from, anyway? Well, OK, this was only the second one he’d seen, but still. “You, uh, you know a guy named Kalanyl?” Wait, hadn’t Kal said something about other drow wanting him dead? Well, most everyone who’d tried had ended up in Kal’s collection of weird trophies. The guy could handle himself and then some.