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Arcana; Redux of the original, from EL 1.0!
Topic Started: August 20, 2010, 10:35 pm (430 Views)
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The wind screamed like a banshee. It could be heard buffeting the outside of the castle, even from its most central rooms, and occasionally shook the very walls. The blizzard had been raging for two days, and the snow had piled in drifts so high that it was next to impossible to open any outer doors. To make matters worse, the electricity had been blown out by the wind, leaving most of Potsdam without power. Within Castle Babelsberg, the halls and rooms were lit with candles, flashlights, and battery-operated lanterns of varying sizes and strengths. Its inhabitants were alternately sleeping or roaming the halls, with the exception of a handful, who were located in the largest of the castle's many rooms. This room held a long, wooden table surrounded by many chairs – it was clear that it served the purpose of a meeting hall, and this is exactly what was occurring here. At the head of the table were three people, and several others were gathered around them. One of the three at the fore was an individual of indeterminate gender, pale-haired, fair-skinned, and seated in a manual wheelchair. It was he (for he generally preferred being referred to in the masculine) who was currently speaking, hands folded in his lap.

"If we could have order, please," Peregrine Finlay began, casting his sharp-eyed gaze around the gathering. His tone was clear and firm, though not harsh, his voice pitched in the limbo between a low-register alto and an upper-register tenor. Like his appearance, it could not be easily categorized as male or female. Peregrine leaned forward slightly in his chair and cleared his throat. "As you all well know, several of our comrades are currently missing in action. At this point in time, we are still unsure whether it is due to the weather, or –" he paused, knowing that none of the others wanted to consider the other option, "– if they have fallen to the daemons. Either way, it is clear where our focus should lie. I have called this meeting so that we might decide upon the best tactic for making contact. If anyone has suggestions, please bring them forward."

To an outsider, Peregrine's words would have sounded like something from a fantasy novel. Indeed, it was not something that any normal person would understand, but for these people, his language was plain. All of the gathered individuals were not what anyone would call "normal"; they (and the rest of those living within Babelsberg's walls) were immortals. Those who, unless killed by the daemons that had been ravaging the earth since its very beginnings, lived indefinitely and outside of time. More specifically, these immortals – twenty-two in number – made up the whole of the secret organization known as Arcana. Their purpose was to defend mortal lives from the threat of daemons, which they had been doing for the past innumerable ages. Now that the daemons had come out from the shadows, their job had become exponentially more difficult – and the blizzard that was raging throughout Germany was making it that much worse.
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Hope Kerrigan was not a woman that enjoyed having information about what she was hunting. She, in fact, liked the challenge of suspense, the thrill of the unknown. However, this only applied when hunting mundane game. Against Daemons, she had a need to know every detail about what they were up against, how many, what type, and how far they were going to have to go in order to destroy the beasts. The immortals known as the Cell of Swords were the outright hunters, the best at what they did. The best deserved the best information. Logical as it seems, this was not the case. Hope and her band had no knowledge of how many ghasts they were up against. All they knew was that there were ghasts present in the village. Of course, one couldn't tell this from looking at the village from afar, as she was doing now, crouched on a distant hilltop like a giant grasshopper, all arms and legs.

She turned and looked down at one of the men, who was trying to contact Babelheim. She let out a small hiss to get his attention, then looked pointedly at the battery-operated radio he was fiddling with. He shook his head and shrugged, and she sighed; they had been trying to contact HQ to check in, but the weather-eyes in the group had read a blizzard in the wind before they left, and that was probably the reason no communication could get through. She sighed, then let out a low whistle; her signal for 'attention'. The other members looked up, "We're going in, prepare yourselves." The members each nodded, readying their weapons and armor.

She looked around, then nodded and started forward; the signal for 'move out'. The five other immortals that made up her cell moved up behind her, increasing in speed but remaining silent as the shadows they stalked. As they spread out, forming a wide V shape, she looked around at the faces of the people she had with her. Trustworthy and stalwart allies, each and every one of them, and she was....not happy; one couldn't be happy when you were dealing with Daemons. Not happy, but.....relieved, almost, that she knew she had 5 other sets of powers and weapons that could back each other up, given the need. Which they did now, judging from the howls that were coming from the streets of the village as they crept into the shadows, weapons out and ready.

Hope drew her own sword, and with an intense direction of mental magick, flick it down, then up again as it switched from a stout longsword to a bladed whip and curled around her arm, the magick that animated it humming slightly. She smiled briefly; the weapon felt good in her hands. That was the only way to describe the way it felt......"Hope! Got one!" Hope snapped out of her reverie, chastising herself mentally for getting distracted as she had been. Flicking her head over to where her man had shouted, she saw it. The gaunt, huge dog-like visage leered back at her. Or at least, it would have, if it had eyes.

She hated that about Ghasts; her powers were useless against them in combat, and no one ever captured a Daemon alive unless it was a Puppetmaster, and those were few and far between, thanks to the centuries of Immortals before them. She watched as a couple of her Cell mates carefully baited the beast until it attacked one of them, whereupon he nimbly dodged and the other drove his weapon to the hilt into the side of the monster. She nodded at them, her only recognition for a job well done, and turned to continue, when another leaped toward her. Reflexes told her to step to the side, which she did, and her unbound hatred for all of Daemonkind directed her to spin as she did so, flicking out the razor-edged whip, the blades slicing through the Ghast's skin like tissue.

She turned as soon as the kill was finished, her sharp eyes watching as more of the pack emerged. "Alright, hold your ground! Let them come to you and gut them for their mistake!" She shouted, slowly spinning the whip in a circle, a low whirring taking up residence in the air as the fighters formed a staggered line, spreading to cover the entire street. They were in for a fight, and could not expect reinforcements. They were on their own.
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Paun sat calmly in her chair, her body resting straight against the back of the chair. She could feel the light ebb of Eau, who rested just in front of her, body against her own. Pauns fingers slowly running through Eaus hair.
To others Eau was incorporeal, they could see her perfectly but could not touch her. The only exception to the 'see' part was Eaus lower body which was nothing but a shadow tail of sorts which fell and connected to Pauns shadow. Eau could go anywhere so long as the tail remained connected to Pauns shadow. If she went to far or Paun started moving it would act like a dog on the end of the leash type thing and drag Eau along. This never really happened though as Eau and Paun were rarely far enough away from each other for it to happen.
Most thought that Eau was the actual immortal and Paun was simply her host; while others thought Eau was simply formed from Pauns mind, which would then explain why only Paun could touch Eau. The truth was far less interesting. Paun and Eau are simply two halves to the same 'piece', Eau with the power, Paun with the body.

Pauns attention turned to Peregrine when she heard him request order, her fingers remained running through Eaus hair, but her attention was on Peregrine. He mentioned what she knew, but also what she didn't want to hear. He asked for suggestions on gaining contact.
'They are fine.' Paun whispered to Eau before kissing her neck. It was said more as a reassurance to herself though.

With electricity down they couldn't exactly 'call' though chances are slim that even if electricity weren't down calling would even work. After all who would they call? Radios didn't exactly work, and satellite was only truly useful when not trapped in the middle of a storm.
"You'd think we would have some form of long ranged communication devices that would work during a storm." Eau stated, as an after thought, as she remained resting against Paun. Neither of the two had voices one would mistake as masculine, they were clearly feminine through and through, at the same time though neither had voices one would mark as overly feminine. Their voices were sultry, though Eaus voice was more lustful than Pauns.
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Pacing at the back of the room was Dark, who seemed to be in quite the irritable mood today. He had the hood of his cloak down, and each time he turned around as he paced, either the normal half of his face or the masked half was facing the others in the room. His irritability was easily blamed on the weather. He'd hit a series of wonderful moods up until the storm started to approach, and then things just went downhill from there. With all of the changes in the air and the weather, it was absolute torture for him to be stuck inside and away from all of the change that he could sense around him. Even though he was quite likely to freeze if he tried to go outside.

He hardly even heard what the Lord of Pentacles had said. His mind felt torn in too many different directions, and it was driving him up a wall. He wished this accursed blizzard would be over already. Preferably before he ended up doing something stupid because of his restlessness. But he knew deep down that he really should be putting more effort into focusing on finding a way to contact Hope though all of this. If something bad had happened to her and her cell, he'd feel partially responsible for it.
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He counted the approaching enemy units mentally with his hands kept in his coat pockets. He took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh visible only as a white vapor due to the frigid atmosphere. In only a few moments, more had begun to surface. His calm demeanor hinted that he was not in the least discouraged by the new arrivals. Though their strength and tenacity were noted, and their difficulty to manage in numbers was infamous, the ghasts' lack of sight was the only thing on his mind.

Between him and the hell hounds rested a small glowing circle--within, a complex nexus of rings and lines could be seen. By now, most of the ghasts had broke off to engage his comrades, though one continued to inch its way closer to him... slowly... cautiously...

However...

Its large claw stepped onto the glowing glyph, sinking deep in to the snow seconds later - most of its arm was submerged with it. An identical glyph formed beneath the man, his knees bending slightly before he was launched in to the air. Now high above the creature, he thrust down his left palm in its direction; above it, another glyph materialized. He snapped his fingers and the ghast's form simply vanished beneath the snow.

Fox landed a bit away from the hole in the fluffy white's surface and took a look at his handiwork. Unfortunately, an attack such as this would only agitate this type of enemy--break a few bones at most. Sure enough, it leapt from the depths of the white and launched itself in his direction with a fierce lash of its tail. He leaned to the side and flicked his arm - a glyph forming between him and the nearby creature moments before it was sent flying away. The ghast was sent spiraling through the air before landing in the snow and being dragged through it for a bit. As he expected, it rose yet again.

Fox let out another sigh. Being surrounded by nothing but snow, his abilities were at a severe disadvantage against such brute force. His only option would be to hold them down long enough for an ally to come along and finish the job with their weapon. And thus, he held one palm to the ghast he was fighting, and the other to a ghast that had been sizing up one of his comrades. Suddenly, the two daemons found that their claws were sinking deeper and deeper in to the snow; the power of attraction pulled the ghasts down to the glyphs that now rested beneath them.

"I'll hold 'em steady!" he shouted to the nearest ally, "Be quick about it though... I can't hold these beasts forever!" his fists clenched tight as he increased the force, and his eyes shifted ceaselessly; he was relatively defenseless at this moment, and he knew it.
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pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter The sound came ever so softly, hardly audible against the sound of the crazed screaming of the wind. It grew slightly more audible as though the source was nearer till finally the doors of the room swung open and a blond haired child came shuffling into the room with a massive tray of mugs. The child was clad in what seemed to be a red and blue sweater that was much too large for him, a pair of neon orange trousers and a pair of deep purple bunny slippers. Atop his head he was also adorned with what seemed to be a tie-dye toboggan hat. It was Geðveiki, or Lopt as most of the group called him. Why though he wasn't really sure. I mean what was so hard to pronounce about Geðveiki? Either way, the fool had a wide grin on his face carrying the massive tray with several mugs on it. "I brought Hot Cocoa!" He announced proudly as he entered the room and set the tray down on the table and went about putting mugs in front of people who were seated, including Peregrine, even if it meant wiggling his way through people. Even Dark found himself suddenly having his fingers closed around the handle of a mug as Lopt took his hand and wiggled the fingers into the handle with a grin. he then rushed back over to the tray, collected his own up, and hiked himself up into his chair, swinging his feet happily as he sipped his hot cocoa before asking "so what did I miss?" he asked innocently with childish and naive grin.
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Hope flicked her arm again, then whip forming into a blade again before she drove it forward and up, stabbing it to the cold steel hilt into the ghast that had leaped at her. Grabbing the beast's neck with her other hand, she shifted and threw it to the ground, ripping her sword out of it as momentum carried it away. She sidestepped, bringing her side-by-side with another Cell member, who panted a couple times, shifting his weapon from hand to hand before speaking, "We've got a fair-sized pack, by my reck-" He started, the words turning into a feral growl as he lashed out, devastating a ghast that didn't seem to expect him to attack yet. The beast howled, retaliating with a claw that sliced through the side of the man's thigh. Hope growled; while daemons were the only things that could hurt them, that didn't make the pain when they did any better.

Hope set her jaw and stepped forward, lunging and stabbing, her sword extending into it's whip form in a straight line that claimed the rest of the beast's already fading life. She looked back at the man, "Will you be alright to fight?" He nodded, shifting his stance so that his weight was on his other leg. She nodded in return, then spun around as another of her men, the voice identifying him as Fox, cried out. She let out a small sigh; he was utterly defenseless; his powers being taxed by holding two ghasts immobile. She turned and, making sure he was in the most danger before reacting. Running towards him, she flicked out her whip into the air before gripping the handle with two hands and bringing it down like Vulcan's Hammer upon the back of one of the ghasts. It collapsed, it's body nearly cut in half, it's spine broken, and she took up position on the side that it had previously occupied, "Need help with the other one, too?" She called over her shoulder, standing with the whip coiled around her body, like a deadly snake that recognized her as it's master.
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Paun continued to sit there, her mind racing about if the group was alright or not. 'They have to be alright, their an entire group there is no way they could all be hurt.' However this simply brought about a new worry from her about those who were injured.
Eau however sighed some, they had a way to see the others, but their issue wasn't seeing it was communicating.

It was about this time that Lopt came running in saying that he had some hot cocoa. He then sat some hot chocolate in front of, or in the hands of all of them then took his seat.
"P...Paun." Eau said weakly causing Paun to snap to attention. Pauns eyes slowly fell down to the glass in front of her, smiling she picked it up. Eau was unable to touch things, unable to drink or eat. Paun slowly took a sip, Eau had turned around and now stared at Paun with longing eyes. Slowly the glass lowered and Paun gave a light nod, causing Eau moved forward her lips pressing against Pauns.
This was their work around, Eau kissed Paun and tasted the flavor from Paun.

The kissing and drinking continued for some time until Eau slowly backed up, Paun putting the now empty glass down. "Thank you." Paun said toward Lopt before Eau slowly lay onto Paun. "Catalina could help us see if their ok right?" She (paun) eventually asked.
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In another seat at the meeting table sat a red-haired beauty. The Lady of Wands was silent as Peregrine called them to order and spoke of the unfortunate situation they found themselves in. Such an inconvenience this blizzard was, making extra trouble for the Arcanum, both those stuck at home and those out on the field. So, here they were now, trying to find some way to reach Hope and her cell that were lost in the blundering weather.

Her emerald gaze went to Paun when the she spoke up, trying to be reassuring with her confidence in Hope and the others with her. Indeed, it would be difficult for the Lady of Swords and her cell to be defeated. Still, it wasn't an impossibility, as much as they didn't want to consider that option. Hope was a force to be reckoned with, though, and her group of fighters weren't lacking in their skills. No doubt the woman would give one heck of a fight, if it came down to it. Ailish had the barest hint of a smile with that thought. Yes, Hope would be fine.

The optimistic atmosphere was difficult to maintain, though, and her ghost of a smile disappeared as she looked to the corner of the room where Dark was pacing restlessly. She was acutely aware of his annoyed demeanor, moreso because of her ability to see his darkened aura. That wasn't the only hint, though, nor was his incessant pacing across the room. He'd likely wear a permanent path in the flooring should he keep this up...

No, she'd worked enough with the Lord of Cups to easily - well, not always so easily - pick up on his ever changing moods. At the moment, however, his current annoyances were getting in the way of him effectively helping them find a way to reach Hope. That and the Lady of Wands really disliked seeing him so wound up.

Especially if it was making her own mentality worse... Which it was. While it took a lot to get her upset or troubled, this very easily pushed at the Ailish's temper. Her mind brought forth memories of long ago and she didn't like the reminder, or the implications. And... it scared her that it seemed to be happening all over again.

Her thought process was momentarily broken, though, as Geðveiki padded into the room, a grin on his face and a tray of hot chocolate balanced in his hands. The woman couldn't help the smile that teased the corners of her lips at the child's innocent antics as he gave them each one of the steaming mugs before he settled into his own chair. His following question was just as innocent and betrayed his obliviousness to their troublesome dilemma.

Even this lighthearted act was bound to be spoiled for her, it seemed, as, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Dark's pacing form. Okay, something needed to be done about that. True, they were all concerned about what was going on. Well, most of them... she mentally corrected herself, with a sidelong glance at Geðveiki. Her gaze returned to Dark, her mouth turning down into a very slight frown. His mood wasn't doing them any good if he couldn't concentrate enough to help brainstorm... And, she wouldn't be of any help, either, if she was constantly interrupted by his foul mood.

No doubt he'd likely fuss at her later, or now if he chose it, but it was a chance she felt was necessary to take, at the moment. Ailish's eyes narrowed ever so little as she watched Dark continue to pace. "Forgive my interference, Dark." she muttered, sincere in the apology even though a bit of annoyance laced her words. "But, if you cannot move past your foul mood to concentrate on helping to find a way to reach Hope in time, then that's a problem.. You can fuss at me later, once we aren't in such a situation." Focusing on his aura, she tapped into her magic to attempt to calm the man.

After her attempt to try and help him, she returned her attention to Paun, who spoke up again with a suggestion. The Lady of Wands nodded her agreement. "That's not a bad idea..." she said, her voice soft, even in the quiet of the room.

Cătălina was likely up in her precious library, though. Someone would have to get the girl, which worked out well, anyway, since they'd need something out of Hope's room, for her power to work with. Two things taken care of in one trip. Simple enough. At least, this way, they'd have an idea of what was going on out there.

Glancing at Peregrine, the one who might guess what was on her mind, she struggled to keep her voice level. Not that she was annoyed with the man, just that she was struggling with the onslaught of guilt and fright that was trying to cloud her mind. Usually, she hid it well but... to one who knew her really well, such as Peregrine (although Dark would make a close second, with as often as they worked together), the emotions were harder to conceal. "I can go for Cătălina and grab something from Hope's room for the girl to use...? she offered, somehow managing to, just barely, keep her voice normal. Well, mostly normal, as it were.
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