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| A Night to Lie; For Agnar | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 16 2011, 11:41 AM (305 Views) | |
| Illid | Nov 16 2011, 11:41 AM Post #1 |
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The crisp night air was chilling, and Illid wasn't a terribly big fan of it. The echoes of his brown boots echoed through off the walls of the buildings that surrounded him, a faded background noise amidst the chatter and debauchery that lingered in this area. The snake demon had donned a dark green cloak with silver trim around the bottom hem and opening of the hood that was drawn up over his head. It was held shut with two clasps that looked like a snake biting a second one's neck. His pants were a black that faded with the night, a simple brown leather pouch tied to the belt that looped around the hips. Within the warmth of his hood, around his neck and draped along his shoulders, was the saw-scale viper that usually accompanied him on such outings. While not a true cold blooded reptile like his friend curled up beneath his cloak Illid had come to find that he was a bit more sensitive to brisk weather than others. He much preferred the warmth of spring and summer. As for what had lead him to such an area that evening, he wasn't entirely sure. He'd done his act for the day and decided to do a bit more exploring since sleep didn't really offer him any sort of thrill. His paces took him to the front door of a place called The Harlot's Inn and for a moment he wasn't exactly sure what it was other than a warm place to escape the cold, but that was good enough for him. The doors were pushed open and Illid strode inside to have a look around. It became quite apparent what sort of establishment this was, but that was alright. As he entered he could tell there was apprehension in some of the woman who greeted him. It was easy enough to guess their thoughts, something along the lines of questioning his age and whether or not he was old enough to be there or even if he was naive enough not to know where he had stumbled. But the sureness of Illid's strides exuded a confidence that made it quite clear he knew where he was and what he was doing, so no questions were raised. He took a seat at a table and ordered a drink to do what he did best, people watch. Observing humans giving in to some of their basest instincts was always amusing, and making it even more entertaining with some twists of his own was the best. As he sipped his drink he looked around and decided to test the waters, so to speak. A couple of rowdy men were toasting beers at the table next to them, laughing and trying to get a waitress to flirt with them. She was all too willing to reciprocate. As they were brought their next rounds of drinks a commotion went up at the table. A man threw the glass down and another choked as they found a sort of black ooze filling their mugs. Illid chuckled as shouts of protest and outrage filled the air while the bewildered waitresses tried to figure out just what was wrong with the normal looking alcohol they had served to the men. The demon's eyes went down to his own drink and he smiled as Chimer, the snake that had accompanied him, slithered out of his cloak and wrapped around the glass. He shook his head as the serpent flicked its tongue at the contents of the glass. "You know you haven't a taste for brandy." He mused, listening to the chorus of confused patrons in the background. |
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| DH_Ninja | Nov 16 2011, 01:45 PM Post #2 |
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The Harlot’s Inn would soon find itself the victim of one of Agnar’s….pranks. No they couldn’t even call it that, the Dwelf wizard was bored and from that broadness stemmed what could only be described as madness. Even though it may end in flames and property damage, hell, it may even catch the eye of the Mogul of Ashoka and his spy network Agnar frankly could care less. Suddenly…a troupe of older men barge through the door, all of them dressed in elaborate different colored robes and stayed within close proximity of each other. One, two, three, four, six, twelve….they kept funneling in. All bearded, they looked quite similar but all seemed a bit different. They sprang for whatever seats were available. Agnar of course was among them…as a black cat. That followed in with them. He looked about and then sat at the feet of one of the other patrons. The snake demon of all people. He pawed at the man’s leg and then suddenly the room busted into discussion. Agnar of course was a very skilled illusionist and had an excellent ability to multitask. So long as he remained close. Distance was the only killer of these things. He looked up to Illid, he would notice a curiosity in the cat’s eye. Fitting. Of course the other patrons had stopped to take noticed of everything going about. Some discussion was simply odd. Very odd. Random. They even seemed to be discussing things about the other patrons in the tavern openly. Making fun of that guy’s stupid hair and how service here had gone downhill after this happened and this happened. And the one in red would simply not stop talking about how his bones ached and how life was short. “Meow.” Agnar was practically begging to be picked up by the illussionist. |
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| Illid | Nov 16 2011, 05:29 PM Post #3 |
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Illid had long allowed his own illusion to fade into confused and drunken murmurs by the time the similar looking men spilled into the bar. The suddenness in which they entered and how closely they crowded together was an immediate indicator that this was probably some sort of ruse itself. How interesting that such a person should find him, of all the residents within the city, that night. Suddenly the bar that had once been alive with drunken cat calls was now overrun with the none too subtle murmurs of gossip and criticism. Illid could see some of the patrons being spoken about getting a little riled as they were blatantly mocked by the strange herd of men. A mild smile of bemusement crossed the demon's features as he lifted his glass to take a sip, but a sudden small sound distracted him once more. His gaze dropped to his leather boots that the cat had chosen to sit upon. It wasn't so odd to see something like that, stray cats were not uncommon, but Illid wasn't one to rule out a possible connection given the strange event that had just transpired. "I can't say I'm a fan of cats." He mused aloud as he studied the creature. It was unclear whether he was talking to himself, the cat, or Chimer who still sat coiled around his glass, sizing up the new tiny predator. His preferences aside, Illid reached down and took hold of the cat's scruff. The feline was lifted and set upon the table, causing Chimer to coil tighter around the glass and give off a warning hiss that whatever this thing was it should keep its distance. "So are you with them or just unfortunate enough to be in the same company?" Illid asked the cat now, indicating the men who had crowded in with a nod of his head when he mentioned 'them'. He didn't really expect it to answer back despite wondering if this indeed was a cat that had happened to find him sitting in the bar of a brothel house. Still he could hear customers getting irritated in the background, but he waited for what might happen with that. |
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| DH_Ninja | Nov 17 2011, 08:02 PM Post #4 |
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Agnar played ignorant after being set on the table. He rolled over on his back and flailed about humorously. It was hard to believe how much fun this cat was having. Suddenly one of the patrons swung at one of the illusions whom proceeded to explode into confetti, making a large sound. Suddenly the room erupted into utter chaos. Then suddenly that chaos became frantic laughter. Those not affected by the spell fled the tavern but those hit suffered, dropping to the floor. The cat stopped, he and the snake demon were unaffected. It was clear some type of mischief was at work. He looked at Illid and then sat back up. Stretching and yawned. He approached slightly and then chased his tail. The clones one by one proceeded to discuss why this happenstance was occurring. The bar tender looked on horrified before moving into the backroom. Just as quickly as the patrons had busted into laughter, they recovered. Standing up from where they were, anger fumed in their eyes. One by one the clones exploded into confetti that vanished. Agnar, the cat slumped down onto the table. No one paid him any mind at all. “Meow.” |
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| Illid | Nov 17 2011, 09:18 PM Post #5 |
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For a brief moment Illid was distracted by the seemingly innocent cat rolling around on the table top. There was a light smirk on his lips while Chimer just seemed all the more agitated that he had to share close proximity with the fuzzy creature that had unexpectedly shown up. Neither of them had time to consider the feline's true nature however as something very strange transpired. "Huh..." The demon's brows raised as the man who had been swung at suddenly burst into confetti. That made it quite obvious that this was a trick and quickly banished any miniscule doubt that had framed the edges of his mind. Now this event wasn't particularly troubling to him, but uproarious laughter that soon followed was. His hands gripped the table at the agitating sound on uncontrollable glee, so much so apparently that the people affected had collapsed to the ground. This was different than the other illusions... This wasn't witnessing an event or object that didn't really exist, it was directly forcing a behavioral response from the targets. Unless it was perhaps an illusion that he himself was experiencing but he suspected this wasn't the case. Either way he was glad when everyone recovered and the remaining clones burst from existence into confetti corpses. the confetti was at least nice, fun to look at anyway. The angered faces of the bar patrons who had collapsed also served to soothe away his unease. He liked fury and confusion, those were the kinds of reactions he generally strove for. All this chaos only left one loose end. The cat who hadn't seemed perturbed by any of the events that had transpired. Illid placed one of his elbows on the table and rested his head in the propped hand as he scrutinized the feline. "You have cute little tricks." He informed the cat, reaching out to scratch behind one of the feline ears. His own gaze shifted to one of the bewildered waitresses who was still shaken from the ordeal. A man nearby her was just getting up and suddenly blinked, shooting the girl an incredulous glare. He was a tad on the shorter side. "What did you just say to me??" The man shouted. Of course the woman was perplexed and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry sir you must have..." "You're just a whore, how dare you say such things to me!" Came the outraged response to a conversation that only he could hear. He grabbed for her hair and threw her against the counter, a cry leaving the woman's lush, overly red lips. A few other men got up at this point to pull him off, but he took a swing at them as well, near manic in his rage. Fortunately, or unfortunately for some, his rampage was cut short as the bartender knocked him over the back of the head with a club. The man crumpled to the floor unconscious and was promptly dragged out of the bar. Illid looked away from the closing scene and back down at the cat. "People do such strange things this time of night." He mused. |
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| DH_Ninja | Nov 18 2011, 11:10 PM Post #6 |
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As Illid scratched behind his ear. The cat nodded and purred. “Meow.” He let out happily and then turned his attention to the ruffian. He very well should have set the man on fire for trying to hurt the waitress. He hopped off the table and moved to the waitress and ran the side of his face against her calf. She was crying a little bit, wiping her eye. Surprised she moved down and scooped the cat up. Where had it come from. Well…they didn’t have a pet policy here. She began to pet him, Agnar’s response was simply to purr and wag his tail. She moved to Illid. “Sir? Is this your cat?” She asked him, Agnar looked at his new friend with expectation. Half tempted to answer for him. She looked away for a brief moment. And during that brief moment he answered for him. Her focus on the men booting her assaulter out. “Yes it is…thanks for returning my dear Aggy. Place him on the table please.” It sounded just like Illid. But the cat nor Illid moved their lips. “Of course sir. He’s a cute one too.” She looked back to him and placed Agnar on the table before Illid could get a word in otherwise. Once on the table, Agnar began chasing his tail. “Meow.” It was happy. Perhaps too happy. He curled up on the table and starred at Illid, awaiting a response. It was clear this was more than a cat. |
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| Illid | Nov 19 2011, 01:44 AM Post #7 |
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Well a cat nodding in response to a vocally posed question pretty much confirmed all of his suspicions. Though the cat's next actions weren't as amusing to him. A slender brow was arched as Illid watched the fluffy feline drop down to go and comfort the shaken waitress. This was where they differed, he realized. Both were tricksters of a kind, but Illid neither sympathized nor soothed the pain of those affected by his efforts. Perhaps this being simply had a soft spot for women in distress, which immediately led him to deduce it was a male. Men generally had the need to feel useful and were more susceptible to the plight of a woman than they would be to that of another male. Despite being a boy himself Illid never really understood what a person's gender mattered on determining whether or not to feel bad for them. As the waitress brought the cat back to him he lazily paid her mind, half listening to some sort of question that she was asking regarding the feline's origins. Before he could respond to the inane query it seemed someone else had done it for him. With his voice. This made him bristle, his temper spark just slightly beneath the cool exterior of scales and skin. How dare this little fur ball steal his voice, or manipulate anything associated with him. His serpentine eyes narrowed as the woman spoke again and returned this 'Aggy' to the table. "Really, I was thinking he looked a bit shabby. And he's too rambunctious. I think he needs to be neutered soon to achieve a better temperament." Illid replied with implication in his words, baiting his challenger for a more substantial reaction than cute kitten frolicking. The woman was immaterial to him so her presence wasn't much acknowledged. Even his response to her opinions had been only half directed to her. |
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| DH_Ninja | Nov 22 2011, 12:35 AM Post #8 |
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“Aw! I love you too!” Agnar finally spoke as he stretched out. “I mean meow…” He sounded like a happy cat once again and gave Ilid the cutest kitten eyes that Agnar could ever hope to muster. The woman looked back in shock, that cat had just talked. She immediately started moving away from it…and Ilid as well. Agnar scratched behind his own ear with his front paw, it looked like he was waving to Ilid. “Righty…gosh darn…wass’it I was gonna’ gosh dern do….hmmm….” He mused outloud. “Oh! Right! Right! Hurr…derr…Kekeke.” He sounded like a feebleminded old man, but clearly he wasn’t. He smiled as wide as a cat could. “Welp. I know you’re an illussioney typey guy. Righty oh? See it in yee bones. But yee need practice! Practice and cheese!” Suddenly…next to Agnar was a cheese wheel. “And this takes care of part of the problem. Right? Right?” Agnar began chasing his tail again. Happily, he was a cat, a happy cat. Perhaps a tad insane, but to Agnar it was simply an act. “So. I’mma offering you the once in a human life time chance of being meh apprentice!” Agnar liked company and his companions tended to just disappear on him. And it had nothing to do with how he acted. Oh…how he missed Scarlet and the others. It made him quite sad to know they weren’t with him. He sighed audibly. “Well maybe not once in a life time. But once and only once.” He laid down. All remaining eyes were on those two now. A talking cat and a mysterious stranger. There would be gossip to go around for quite some time now. |
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| Illid | Nov 25 2011, 01:08 AM Post #9 |
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There was a long stretch of silence in which Illid stared at the chattering cat flailing about the table. So this was some kind of old man with different abilities, mostly related to illusions and manipulation. A particularly eccentric one at that. He wasn't sure if this person was a human or not but it was clear he was not actually a cat, that he didn't doubt. As for this apparent proposal...it was illaudable. It took everything for him not to have Chimer attempt to eat the talkative little fuzz ball, but he'd rather not risk getting his pet harmed. Finally Agnar was done talking and Illid was lest with the heavy task of giving a response. He brought his glass to his lips and finished drinking down its contents before returning it to the table. "While similar, I'm afraid both our abilities and perceptions of what 'fun' is differ greatly." His head tilted ever so slightly, studying the feline with a certain interest but over all casual gaze. "That and my abilities are something I was born with, not a spell that one can learn from a book." Chimer had retreated from the glass of alcohol and slithered up Illid's arm, taking refuge on his shoulders. "Ah, and of course...I feel there is certain conduct of mine that you would not look too favorably on, considering the reactions I've seen you display here." The demon added, pushing his chair back to stand up. "If there's nothing else I can't say there's any reason for me to stick around...hmm?" A friendly smile graced his features despite the nature of his words. |
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| DH_Ninja | Nov 25 2011, 07:21 PM Post #10 |
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“Pffff!” He stuck his tongue out at the snake demon. “Natural talent. Artificial talent. And fun! By all things that are fruity! You’re mother is like strawberry toping.” Now what did that mean, who knows? Did Agnar even know, he wasn’t sure. But it sounded slightly insulting, or was it a complement. Either way, the area around him smelled faintly of strawberry. “And fun! Well frankly I don’t…well you know there was this one time where I went into the woods and this vampire fellow tried to eat me. And well…he ended up getting all sorts of defecated on and set on fire. Left ‘em tied up in the sun. I’m pretty sure he may or may not still be out there and well this relates to this simply by saying it had no major impact on my life and I really don’t care. But where were we, I don‘t recall you ever giving me a straight answer on whether or not you were even remotely interested in what little Agnar was sayin! Would it help if I had the silver tongue of serpent?!” The cat ceased to be there and then, he took the shape of a serpent, a boa constrictor. Red and yellow stripped, the two touching each other with a black stripe on it occasionally. The pattern in nature would usually indicate a poisonous snake, but it was unknown if he actually was. He curled up on the table, coiling looking at Ilid. His tongue flickered, silver in color. “What say you? You wish to learn? There is much I can teach you. Regardless of ability.” |
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| Illid | Dec 4 2011, 02:35 PM Post #11 |
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Despite the man's best efforts they did little to assuage Illid's skepticism. Agnar didn't strike him as someone who's company he'd be able to tolerate for long periods of time even if he did have similar interests. They were too a very different degree and as far as he could tell they took pleasure in different aspects of their tricks. Still, if nothing else he could find out something mildly interesting, or at least what this hyper active man was like in his own skin. "Fine." Illid responded, generally not phased by the wiggling serpent on the table top. "I will give you one hour of my time. Two tops. If you can teach me anything worthwhile in that time then you'll have proven my first assumptions wrong." Despite this he made no move to sit back down. The deal had been proposed but he wasn't about to take his seat and listen to more attention deficit ramblings. If the wizard, or whatever he was, had something worthwhile to teach him he'd leave it up to him to prove that. "So, let's get it over with. What do you think you could teach me that I don't already know or couldn't learn on me own?" The demon questioned the human turned snake, his head tilted ever so slightly as he studied the mock reptile. |
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| DH_Ninja | Dec 7 2011, 10:10 PM Post #12 |
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“Oh very, merrily well!” The snake moved back and forth as though to strike. “What can little old Aggy do to change your mind. One hour or two and something worth doing. Wellllll….they say the best way to learn is through first hand experience!” His eyes turned a vicious red in color and then a red mist surrounded Illid. Something began to take shape near him. Vague in shape. I wasn’t clear. To Illid, it would take the shape of something from his worst nightmares. Something horrifying, beyond his wildest dreams. Only he would see it. Agnar would not dare cast this spell on a normal patron. A few had died due to fright. Fear. It was a powerful thing and there were many in here that likely could not stomach it. The prime target to impress him would have been that waitress. But he did not want to do that. He liked women, and generally did not like to harm them. That was just him. Call it a code of honor. “And now. Tell me what you see…try not to scream it.” He flicked his tongue out at Illid and coiled up. |
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