JemMartin
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Post by JemMartin on May 9, 2015 16:37:33 GMT -6
"Well, aren't you just ray of sunshine? You're practically bursting." Eva replied sarcastically. Of course, she was fully aware that this child - currently - had no reason to be happy, she just didn't care. "But fine, if you really want to know...I came here to kill a man. And I did." She smiled.
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Post by Niitari on May 9, 2015 18:13:38 GMT -6
A ray of sunshine. Right. Her sarcasm was only lost on him a bit. It took him a moment to discern when she was joking and wasn't. "Well, that would explain a lot," he said. And it did. Why a dark elf, clearly an outsider, was here. Why she was dressed in such a fashion. Why she was avoiding his questions earlier. "I am the last one to rat you out, you know. No one cares for the words of a street creature, even if it happens to involve murder. But why did you kill him? May I ask that?"
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Post by JemMartin on May 9, 2015 20:35:51 GMT -6
"You'd be surprised," Eva began explained slowly, as if she were talking to a fool. "The man I killed was a rich, fat Nord. His family will expect the guards to go to all lengths to find the killer, so all possible explanations will be explored, even one from the mouth of a bastard child. And as for why I killed him," she waved a dismissive hand. "One's gotta get money somehow."
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Post by Niitari on May 9, 2015 23:01:10 GMT -6
Mord listened quietly, rather impressed with how casual she was about it all. Taking a man's life - she spoke as if she had done something as simple as breathing. He did not like the tone she took with him, but there was nothing he could do about that really. He looked at her closely, then let out a soft sigh. "Well, you certainly are good at what you do then. To just kill a man, and still the warning bell has yet to sound."
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Post by JemMartin on May 9, 2015 23:47:36 GMT -6
"Indeed," Eva said. "The guards certainty must be drinking heavily tonight. Though it is only a matter of time before someone stumbles upon the body. But, I have a question for you, if you wouldn't mind answering..." Suddenly, she straightened, and her eyes bore straight into the boy. "You are not a fool, and neither are you a weakling, so tell me...what are you still wasting away in this city for?"
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Post by Niitari on May 9, 2015 23:50:17 GMT -6
"Why that's easy enough," Mord replied. "I'm surviving. Not living. Not making my way in the world. Not creating or destroying. Just surviving. I have not the luxury to live, so i waste away here." It seemed like a simple answer to him even if it was a little more complex than he made it out to be.
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Post by Fenrir on May 10, 2015 1:09:43 GMT -6
The frozen chill of the air seemed to grow colder, and an aura of despair lurked about. The sky grew clear, and the moon shone bright upon the darkness. A glimmer of moonlight reflected off of a figure's armor in the distance, a pale face exposed as his vision stared in Mord and Eva's direction. He held his helmet in one hand, and his sword in the other. His armor was covered in frost, and his gauntlets were splattered with frozen blood. His pale figure was broken by a slight red tinge across his chin, as if he had wiped away the blood of some unfortunate soul. Kaine's white eyes reflected the moonlight, while they stared directly into Eva's own, as if he was peering into her very soul. "There has been a change of plans." His dark brooding voice echoed in Eva's mind, though his lips did not move.
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Post by JemMartin on May 10, 2015 1:34:35 GMT -6
The night air of Windhelm was cold enough, but Eva immediately noticed when it got colder. Quickly. Far to quickly to be of natural causes. Then she saw him, a pale figure standing in the dark, right across from her. She had keen eyes, and knew immediately that he had not been there a moment ago. He must've caused the col.... The thought grounded to a halt as the voice entered her mind, somehow colder and darker than her surroundings, even more than...anything she'd ever could have imagined. It immediately took her breath away, leaving her chest with a icy, empty feeling. But that wasn't nearly as terrible as the look the man gave her, straight into her. For a moment, Eva imagined that she was a rodent, pinned against a hard surface, watching helplessly as a figure loomed above her, bringing down a knife to cut open her chest and look at what was inside. Stop that! She wasn't sure if that mental scream was at herself, or at the man, but it snapped her out of it. She was dimly aware that she had been standing there, frozen in fear, but now she brushed that fear aside, and returned the man's intimidating stare. "Oh? And what changes might those be?" She replied with forced calm. Now that she'd collected her wits, she recognized the man's voice. He was the one who'd had hired her and Valnir.
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Post by Niitari on May 10, 2015 13:41:07 GMT -6
Mord saw Eva's face drain of color, and she stared off into the darkness for just a moment. He felt the hair on the back of his neck begin to rise, and all the warmth the cloak offered seemed to be sucked right out from his bones and skin and the cloak to be lost on the winds that were probably warmer than the presence he felt now. Turning slowly, he spotted a figure in the darkness, and his eyes widened a little in fear. There was something foul and dark about that man. Instinct told him so. He took one hesitant step back towards Eva, turning his back to her. No way was he not going to face this thing. It was dangerous and deadly. To look away would mean death. At least, that was the sense he got from it. Who knew what it was thinking or feeling, or if Mord was prey in its eyes. He certainly felt that way. Felt like prey. A burning began to fill his chest, a strange sort of roiling. He pulled the cloak tighter around him as he stared at the man with eyes that glowed in the dark like fireflies from hell.
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Post by Fenrir on May 10, 2015 18:50:21 GMT -6
The Dark and Pale figure shook his body slightly in order to get rid of some of the frost, before he had sheathed his sword. "It seems that the Dawn-guard still exist in this world, and unfortunately, that means I must work faster than anticipated." His voice echoed in Eva's mind still, though to Mord, he remained silent and motionless. He slowly began to step toward them, still covered in the ice of the tundra he had just came from. "It seems that the world is just as unforgiving as it was so many years ago." He said out-loud, the dark rustic voice scratching the very air itself. The Aura of dread only remained to grow thicker as he stepped closer, and his eerie gaze aimed toward the Child, Mord. "My, quite a young one." He took note of the kid's reaction to his appearance. "I can feel your heart beating out of your chest. Are you afraid?" He asked with a slight grin, his exposed teeth were stained with a red tinge, and he ran his tongue across it. "No need, I've had my fill of the night.. Though I must say, my appetite has been growing stronger with each soul I take." He teased the child, before he had turned his gaze back to Eva. "I require you to find a special Object."
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Post by JemMartin on May 10, 2015 23:04:42 GMT -6
Though Eva refused to show her remaining fear, her mind began to race. She had never met a creature like this before - at least, not to her knowledge - but everything she knew about the beasts of Tamriel now screamed at her. This "man" wasn't a man at all, but a vampire. She'd allowed herself to be hired by a vampire. The coldness that had clutched her chest tightened it's grip. And even as the vampire closed the gap between them and spoke to the child, Eva couldn't pay attention to what he was saying. She didn't know much about vampires, other than the stories, but something told her that this one in particular was unique, and powerful. What should she do? The creature was clearly dangerous...dangerous to be a enough to a threat to her, should she decide to abandon the mission he'd given her. Was about to give her. In her rush to feed her desire for gold, she had unwittingly placed her fate in this monster's hands. Or...maybe she hadn't...she may not be powerful, but she was smart. Maybe, if she was patient, she could turn this mess in her favor. After all, if he wanted her as a thrall, it was the most likely that he would have done so already. She had time to fix this. Slowly, but surely, the storm of emotions inside her calmed, and the gears in her mind turned. "You know, I'd imagine most people would prefer to know the condition of their client before getting a job. Or maybe it's just me. Everyone has their preferences." Eva finally said with veiled sarcasm. "But, I suppose that's what I get for not asking, so...what object?"
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Post by Fenrir on May 13, 2015 13:05:05 GMT -6
Kaine smirked at the concept of preferences. "I require a specific Ring, Known as the Ring of Hircine." "Or if you happen to find it, The second Daedric ring of Namira." His voice sounded darker in tone when he mentioned both of the Daedric Names. His vision glanced toward the child, if only to inspect any reaction he may have had, before returning to watch Eva. "Either one would do, but I would Prefer Hircine's Ring." He emphasized the word 'prefer' in order to mock Eva. Kaine looked around him slightly, if only to scan the area for anyone else that may be present.
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Post by JemMartin on May 13, 2015 15:41:38 GMT -6
Great. Not only was she dealing with a vampire, but she was dealing with a Daedric crazed vampire. Just lovely. Eva ignored the creature's obvious mocking, deciding to go straight to the point. "Steal from a couple of Daedric Princes' jewelry boxes, got it. Anywhere idea where I can find them? I'm afraid I forgot to put 'Not a Daedric artifact expert' on my resume.'"
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Post by Niitari on May 13, 2015 19:38:03 GMT -6
Mord had heard of Hircine and Namira. not that he really worshipped either of them. Namira was the prince of decay. Hircine was of the hunt. Hircine sounded nicer than Namira at least, though there were always dark and strange stories associated with all of them. Narrowing his eyes at the vampire, he tried to think of what a vampire would want with such things, but then again, he knew very little of vampires, save that this one was an abomination.
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Post by Fenrir on May 13, 2015 21:16:08 GMT -6
"For Hircine? If my memory serves correct, Falkreath has always had a Presence of his beasts." He questioned himself for a moment in order to answer her question. "Otherwise, Just follow the rumors of Lycans."
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