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    The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:58 am

    Time: 12:30 PM
    Date: June 2nd, 2012

    It had been nearly three days since the demoness' death, the memory of the execution still vivid in the demon's mind. Moving from building to building, the prince kept his mangled looking form cloaked with magic to hide him from the eyes of passers by. He needed no one taking notice of him as he moved along, still thinking over what could not be changed. Her change in mindset, while having been in progress for a few millennia, was still quite disturbing. She had been so noble, strong, dignified. He knew it was right to have struck her down when she had turned, but still he berated himself for not noticing it sooner. Though, even if he did, what point was there in trying to change it? Her condition was not something like a mental disease, it was like a cancer, and it struck the very core of her being. When a carmoprh demon loses the ability to control their element, quite literally they lose everything else in the process. And trying to regain that control was near impossible.

    The demon paused upon the roof of a market, midday heat shimmering upon the dark paneling, but a pale sizzle compared to the damage the prince's hooves were doing to the concrete. The stone cracked and burned beneath him, before turning a bright red and oozing like lava. His eyes scanned over the unwitting populace, relying on them more than his keen smell for what he was looking for. Or more, who. The city's stench clogged his nose, dampening his ability to distinguish scents. Everywhere was the odor of civilization, thick with chemicals, smog, ethnic foods, and vehicles. Ugh, the sooner he got this over with the better, as much as he liked his fair share of challenges, he really just wanted to curl up in his cave and rest.

    The prince soon moved on, continuing to think as his meandering body roved over the building tops. He could not deny that this was his fault, an error made in youth having come back to haunt him yet again. He should have just left her there when he saw her traveling that road, he should have not offered to walk with her back to the village. So many shoulds, all having been looked over through a rather dense set of rose lenses. But, he had been so excited to know that someone actually liked him, not feared him or simply did something because he ordered them to, but because they wanted to. All the while, he had disregarded the fact he was disguised the whole time, that she only saw that disguise. He had been a fool, and she just as much. In the end, as much as he had grown to love the demon huntress, there was no denying she certainly had no feelings towards the demon prince, but instead for the song and dance he put on for her.

    The prince shook his head irritably, smoke rolling from his grill. Yes, yes, that was all so obvious already! He knew that the moment she reacted to his true form.

    But why she followed him back... He could not understand. And perhaps it was the fact he disregarded the why that made him so willing to embrace the woman a second time. To try and make things right. He should have just killed her the moment she revealed herself. It had been obvious enough that her personality had been buried beneath years of his oppression, even if indirect. Her story had been so readily snapped up without a moments thought, he being so willing to believe she came back just for him. No, that could not be true. She could not have just come back simply to be with him after he had slaughtered her, Layla probably had come back for revenge if anything. Her story was simply that of a mind twisted by his rule, fearful. Her loyalty was of the same, sickening flavor.

    Fire this time plumed from his maw and grill, his brow furrowed. He had been such a damn fool.

    Prixlezub quickened his pace, now trotting from roof to roof as he scanned the populace. Damn it all, where was that purple berry of an alien?! His demand, as angry and seething as it was in his mind, was met with no answer. The crowds all blurred together in colors and skin tones, nothing familiar sticking out to his tired gaze. After a few minutes of stomping, the prince slowed his pace, before finally dropping down to the entrance of a parking structure, grabbing the pillars to pull himself up. Higher and higher the prince climbed, until finally he was at the rather lonely top of the building. The entire lot was empty, not a single person wishing to leave their vehicle out in the heat on this particularly sunny day.

    The prince paced about the lot, puffing and snorting under his cloak, allowing his hooves to stamp great molten craters into the blacktop. Though, his small tantrum was short-lived, as soon he pulled himself over to a corner of the lot, taking up several spaces as he laid out on the roof. He needed to calm down, to recollect himself. The demon looked out at the city, watching a few vehicles flying around the rather high-tech looking buildings. His brow stayed tightly knit even as he laid his head upon the thick, concrete barrier, glaring out at the city.

    Just a few moments to calm down...
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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Zurg on Sat Jul 14, 2012 4:12 am

    It was hot. So very, very hot.

    Despite a small breeze weaving its way between the towering buildings the sun up high would have no mercy today. Today the sun was enacting its callous, unfeeling revenge upon the populace of Portal Breach, its torment unyielding. To those who were lucky enough to stay inside, they had the luxury of a competent cooling system. To those who were forced to bear this awful day? They had no choice but to become stronger for it.

    The latter was the case for Zurg, the alien uncomfortably familiar with how hot yellow stars could be. Not his particularly favourite kind but he had no say in the matter regardless. It was folly to think more of it.

    While he would rather opt to stay home and keep his heated body chilled, this was not the case. He... felt something nearby, in the city. A dull, aching heartbeat that thundered in comparison to the pale, teeming ripples. This beat, this pulse, throbbed within his soles and temples, the alien doomed to listen until the source fled. It would not leave him alone and he already knew that the source itself would not vacate the city until it had what it sought. For this reason alone the monarch forsook his traditional robes for the afternoon, the layers much too hot, and he instead donned on the same suit he had worn for the source's deceased counterpart. The significance would be lost, of course, but to Zurg? It seemed oddly... appropriate.

    So, with shined dress shoes being a poor buffer against the Noise, the alien casually strolled through the streets of Portal City with an invisible intent already guiding him.

    If a certain Prince was looking for that berry-ripe shade of violet, then he would become disappointed - as he no doubt already was. Zurg was well aware that his skin tone, as charming as it looked, stood out like... well, a smashed piece of dark fruit on a bleach white sundress. Naturally the monarch came prepared to combat the heat, and his natural colouration, with a thoughtful umbrella. Skin cancer wasn't something he had on his bucket list and Zurg was determined it stay this way.

    Click! Click!

    "Yes, we are going to the demon, X'ki," the monarch replied to no one in particular. To an untrained eye there was nothing around the alien - just his umbrella and the shimmering heat off in the distance. To one who knew Zurg better, however... There was a prismatic sheen floating off to his right a few feet away, something cloaked. It was also quite agitated. More clicking, more buzzing - Zurg simply responded back, calm. "I am well aware that the situation has the potential to become, as you crudely put it, a real x'shtiirha (shitstorm), but this must be done." This must be done for how else will the throbbing cease? Everything came full circle and this was the revolution realized at last. To be honest the monarch wanted to rid himself of the entire affair - it had run its course for far too long and needed to be quelled. If this brought everyone involved a bit of peace then so be it. If it needed to be done, then it will be done.

    X'ki did not see it this way, however, and the construct profusely argued. Click, rrrr, click, click, bzzt, click! Annoying little thing...

    A hand brushed X'ki away and Zurg did not alter his path. "If I die, then I die," he decided. "I will simply come back after facing a trial. What is the consequence in that?" There was none, and the monarch was certain that who lingered around the city today like a peeling scab wouldn't be so insolent as to fight the alien. At least not today. Tomorrow was always another variable that remained to be prepared against.

    With this logic the monarch stopped before a parking lot, his target and the source of the Noise, ultimately lurking upon its roof. Well, then... It was time to face the music and see where this variable led. There was no word as Zurg patiently ascended up the stairs, the alien soon to arrive before the one who had orchestrated his very own downfall since the beginning.

    Prixlezub.


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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Jul 14, 2012 5:30 pm

    While the alien had been climbing, the prince allowed his eyes to dim, focusing on keeping himself in control before his own self loathing, as well as this aggravating, constant pain made him tear apart the city. A smokey breath rolled from Prixlezub's grill, content to just sit for a while, unknown to the world beneath the magic that shrouded him. Even if someone were to come up to the roof of the parking lot, they would only see the cool remnants of his footsteps, the large demon nowhere to be seen. Or at least, to the untrained eye that would be the case.

    The demon heard footsteps, hard shoes clicking against the concrete and then asphalt. He turned slightly, just to see what fool had come all the way up here when there was obviously not a vehicle to be found. When he saw the man in a business suit walking casually towards him, the prince could not help but raise a brow. And when they stopped before him, it only made the prince think a bit more on his visitor. This had happened before, but not by a simple human. The way he looked at him, it seemed he was looking right through his disguise. In fact, the demon was sure he probably was. There were only two that could so easily see him here, the first being a rather bright shade of red and fond of his guns, and the other...

    Though the demon knew him to be more inclined to robes than a suit, Prixlezub certainly could not put aside that factor. And given how easily this man seemed to find him, it only confirmed his suspicions. And don't think he could not smell the little construct that was buzzing about the alien, cloaked or not. If the very stone of the planet itself could not hide its metallic treasures from the prince's hungry maw, near nothing could. The prince stayed where he was, knowing that if Zurg had indeed come to finish him off, he would not have wasted any time. Just as the prince would have if he were in the same position.

    "Once again, you have found me." The demon rumbled, suppressing a cough. "Shall we end this debacle finally and return to our own lives?" His words, though graveled and irritated with his condition, were undoubtedly tired.
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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Zurg on Sat Jul 14, 2012 5:41 pm

    And so it was...

    Zurg hid his emotions and thoughts fairly well, not many able to read his otherwise flat face. His gait casual and the air about him reserved, the monarch halted many yards before the cloaked demon knowing that Prixlezub was indeed there. "You are quite easy to find," said the alien in honesty. "Not many carry a Noise like you do, as inundating as it is." The demon didn't need to be privy to the finer details and Zurg switched subjects to something more relevant.

    With an innocent twirl of his umbrella the former villain stared at Prixlezub from beneath is shade, red eyes dulled. "What did you see up there?" he asked, ignoring the demon's request to bring an end to this misery. "You came back from a tiring and existential journey; it must be quite the tale to hear." A tale that must have both taught and humbled the demon so much. Zurg didn't doubt this, even if the latter half of this party may stubbornly deny or sabotage the truth.

    X'ki only watched with embittered feelings, the key to unlocking all these chains buried deep within it.


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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Jul 14, 2012 6:25 pm

    A noise, hmm? Prixlezub pondered upon that for a few moments, his gaze fixed upon the alien. The only noise the demon could figure he made was the sound of his footsteps, his breathing, his heartbeat. Maybe that had something to do with it. After all, if Zurg could have found him in alley, where he had been stationary and not leaving his mark everywhere he tread, it must have had something to do with a sort of sensory ability. The demon moved on from that topic of thought, his attention caught by the rather interesting turn in conversation. Strange, the demon had figured that the man would have been more interested in just ending this whole thing, with all that it had dragged him into.

    Prixlezub's mind churned curiously, knowing full well that the alien knew where he was sent. But why he would want to know about it? A low thrum rippled through the air, the demon prince's words carefully selected. "I had seen many things. Planets, stars, jungles and peoples alike. Though, how much I tell you depends all on how much time one has to spare for the words of an old fool." If the alien was willing to listen, sure the prince would tell, though he certainly was not blind to whatever ulterior motive the alien had.

    And if the prince did not know better, it more than likely had to do with a certain mark upon his shoulder. Prixlezub knew all too well that he still carried his, and in turn, the alien no doubt would as well. He saw the runes go up Zurg's arm that fateful evening, and they burned into him just as deeply.

    "...But, I doubt you are simply here for a story. I wonder, how is your shoulder doing these days?" He rumbled curiously. "The right one."

    The mark upon his own arm flared and burned uncomfortably for a few moments, trickles of fresh blood oozing down the sore. While the demon knew Zurg could not see it, he must remember it was there. You carried the same fate as him, shamed grace.

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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Zurg on Sat Jul 14, 2012 6:41 pm

    Shame was a funny, peculiar thing. Oh, sure; at first it stung, leaving you partially-immobilized, but after you became used to? You became stronger with it? Evil Emperor or Grace alike, Zurg was accepting of his shame. He carried more than his weight in humiliation and it made him all the more enduring for it. There was no sin in shame, only denial.

    "My contracts have seen better days, but they are nothing I currently am not weathered against," the monarch casually replied back. "Pain is simply a pleasant reminder that I am alive - a useful gauge to determine what is fact from fiction." In other words, the demon needn't worry about Zurg's arm. It was still attached and the alien had full use of it regardless of what sizzled beneath his thick skin. Unlike Prixlezub's last memory of the monarch, the one from last year, the smaller man was full of new surprises. One such marvel was about to happen right now.

    There was a small rumble and glints of refracted light hovered around the alien. X'ki obeyed and pulled out of its camouflage, the construct circling around its controller's horned head before whisking behind his legs. In that instant a collection of panels formed a firm surface and the alien had himself a seat, one leg crossed over the other. "Old fools do love to hear stories," was the invitation. "And seeing as how we old fools are often verbose in our decrepit age, we have the time to spare. Do tell of your exodus, Prixlezub. The day is not going anywhere."


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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Jul 14, 2012 7:55 pm

    "Hmm, I thought I smelled something hiding on you." The prince indicated to the swirling mass of shards thoughtfully. "Up here the air is not so cluttered."

    Prixlezub watched as they reconfigured into a handy seat for the alien to sit on, his eyes soon glancing back up to his visitor. So, the alien was not bothered by his wounds, the prince could read that easily enough in his tone. So, if the man was content with his contract gone awry, the prince could only surmise that Zurg wished that Prixlezub's stomach would be given in exchange for a rather long-winded yarn. After all, the demon had nothing to give besides his experiences, and he already had agreed to leave the monarch and his family alone once it was returned. It was only fitting that the alien wanted one more thing from him to seal the deal. The prince was only glad it was not something ridiculous like an offering of shrimp.

    "Hrruum..." The demon rumbled as he carefully stretched, minding the still broken ribs and whatever fractures still cracked his frame. "Well then, if it is a story you wish, a story you shall receive. And with all of them, it is best to start at the beginning." He stated casually as he resettled upon the blacktop, tucking his claws beneath his chest.

    The demon could very well begin where the alien had left him off, talking about his nightmare that continuously repeated in his mind over and over again. But, that would just be boring, now wouldn't it? What alien would be interested in the dreams of the demon prince anyways. He wanted to know about his exodus, what he did on the planet he was stuck on. As his mind reached back to the not too long ago, his vision, though hidden beneath the cloak, grew distant.

    "I had drifted for what seemed like months in that tomb of a prison you and her sealed me in, trapped in a never-ending dream. When I finally did regain consciousness, I had already landed at my destination, a vast planet covered in trees and life. Before me were the ones who had released me so foolishly from my prison, ignorant to what I was. They were a primitive race, covered in dark feathers and wearing the skulls and hides of what they killed upon their bodies. The creatures spoke in a rough language of clicks and screeches, like birds in a way, now that I look back on it." The demon's even tone had broke with another bout of coughing, his head turned to allow the blood to splatter upon the ground and not the ex-villain. "Ehurgh... Though they soon learned of me, and I doubt they would ever forget it. In my anger I had slaughtered many of them, burned their forest. The moment I awoke I was intent on destroying their planet and their kind. The fight had been brutal on both sides, the natives having taken advantage of my wounds to use as their target points. By the time I had killed most of them, they had blinded me, and the fire I had set on their forest was already spreading. Those that I could not readily crush I had thrown into the fire, and at one point I sought it as a temporary refuge as well." Though the fight he described was quite vivid, his tone seemed sober, hardly that of one who was proud of his conquest. Prixlezub looked beyond the alien, thinking back to that fight, a rather sad grin twisting his features as he recalled the later parts of his arrival.

    "They surely had shown how young they were later on. Finally it had gotten to the point where they had blinded me, though not many of them were left to boast of it. I had heard and smelled something different, and that was when I noticed they had brought the wives of their kind to the fight as well. Though, as for why... I cannot tell. They were not warriors, they fled and cried to easily upon seeing me. But, I did not spare them all the same. I had used them as leverage against the others, managing to pull the fight into a stalemate when they saw I held them as hostages. By then I tried to speak, to negotiate something from them. But, I was unable to as my jaw was too badly dislocated to be of any use. Irritated at yet another setback, I slaughtered the women as well, as they were of no further use at the time." The demon knew by now that he could have kept the women around and still have gotten what he wanted from the natives, language barrier or not. But alas, that was the folly of thinking with anger instead of reason. "I had killed and burned nearly all of them by the time I noticed the rains start to set in, a torrential pour turning the ground to mud and my fires to mere smoke and ash. There was only a few widows left, and only a handful of the warriors that still wished to fight me. I eradicated them as well in a blaze of fire, effectively wiping them all from the planet, or so I thought. There was one who still was left, who came after the rest had been cut down. I could not see him, but I could certainly smell the age upon his hide, and a certain something that seemed to distinguish his rank. Something herbal. He came forth, screaming something in his native tongue, and before I could react I felt a great force strike me in the chest, splitting my hide all the way to the bone. It burned nearly as strong as the laser you used in our first fight, but it lacked that lingering, burning sensation. The amount of power coupled with my fatigue sent my head spinning, before I finally blacked out."

    It was not exactly the most regal and grandiose of beginnings to a story, but it was the truth. though that certainly did not mean the prince had been proud of it.

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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Zurg on Sun Jul 15, 2012 1:26 am

    "Nothing to hide," Zurg clarified. "My companion prefers to blend with a more natural wavelength of light. He is well aware that you sense him." And at that the alien's impromptu seat made an aggravated chime. X'ki, shush. Daddy was talking.

    No, suppose the demon had nothing the alien wanted, but a good story was worth its weight in gold if told right. Despite his sometimes concise and abrupt snapping in the past, Zurg did like a tale to keep his mind occupied. It was a piece of his cultural upbringing managing to seep into his business dealings. Prixlezub's words would be adequate payment enough, the toll paid in narrative. "A beginning is nice," said the monarch, amused. "Just not the beginning of the end; I find those dreadfully depressing sometimes."

    Such was not the case here, though! The demon had a whale of a tale to share, and Zurg just knew the details, even if possibly forged, would tie him over for the time being.

    Months in a hardened tomb, doomed to float forever through the void... Already the story was captivating the monarch's interest but he didn't let a single emotion show. Can't allow the performer to know that the critic was enjoying his act, no? And, oh! To land upon a jungle planet riddled with feather-covered, skull-wearing natives! Clicks and clacks, shrieks and whistles! Zurg could almost imagine such a race within his mind, a delightful mix between Raenok and Vulturan. Alas, if only he could pick the demon's brain... Would be tacky, of course. The alien was so enraptured with the beginning of Prixlezub's tale that he overlooked the sizzling blood upon the ground. Mass slaughter? The forest world on fire? Women and children held hostage!? "So ruthless..." the alien whispered breathlessly. That gleam in his eyes... Who did that remind you of? "Oho, surely you do not think, Prixlezub, that simply eradicating a small trove of natives will doom their entire kind?" The alien knew better and at this he chuckled at the demon's naivety. "Let me chance a guess; you were blindsided by... an elder." Zurg only nodded his head, arms crossed and eyes closed with a faintly smug smile upon that face of his. "It is a circumstance that I am quite familiar with, yes."

    Oh, but pardon the monarch. He was being rude, interrupting Prixlezub's story.

    "Rain, numbers, the will to survive; I reckon you learned the hard way to never underestimate an indigenous peoples." Spoken from the wise experience of a man who subjugated many a world beneath his plated boots. Zurg only kept his umbrella steady, a bit more attentive but still vaguely smiling. "What happened next?"


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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun Jul 15, 2012 2:36 am

    The demon prince was patient, allowing Zurg to comment and criticize his story. Yes, he had been naive, thinking that he could wipe them all out within that single clearing of land, but with age and new worlds brings new experiences and wisdom. However, the prince could not hide the twinkle of a grin in his eye when he saw how captivated the alien was. Apparently what the people in the sanctuary said was indeed true then; He was a great story teller. And don't think he did not hear that whisper, what would be an insult to another's honor was a compliment to his. Prixlezub gave only a low, rumble in response to the man's wish to know the rest, shifting his hooves against the rough surface of the parking lot to a more comfortable position.

    "Don't worry, I won't leave you with only a strand of thread to go on." He reassured, amused. The prince cleared his throat of any remaining blood, smoke pluming from his maw and grill as he started again.

    "...When I had finally awoken from my second sleep, I found myself in what appeared to be a cave. While I was without sight, my sense of smell and hearing still aided me quite well. The place was dry, though it reeked with the odor of the natives, a rather pungent, musky odor mixed with decay and fungus. The tunnels were numerous, sounds of taking echoing from many sources, though distant. From what tones I could hear, the people seemed afraid, terrified even with what had happened earlier. Though, that was not my only surprise. When I tried to get up, I found they had restrained me with a great collar, made from the very metal you had encased me in! Oh, but despite the fact I was weakened and restrained, it seemed I had made them so anxious to even place a guard with me as well. A female from the scent of her. She smelled a little sweeter, like the widows before I had burned them. And from how she sounded when she breathed and walked, a bit on the heavy side as well. Her talons were gripped to what sounded like a weapon, from how her scaled hands ground against hardened, cured wood." Ah yes, the guard, he remembered her well. Even the less than pleasant parts of their first meetings. "I knew they more than likely had plans to finish me off, perhaps in front of the others if needed be. I took in what I could from my senses, planning a way out if there was one, and even to die fighting if it came to that. My first target was the guard, as I tried to get her attention by turning away from her and muttering what I could with my broken jaw, my claws busy at work on an unseen project. And just to throw her off, I glanced over at her, like as if I could still see despite my eyes being broken and blind." And in a way, he still could see just fine without his eyes, it just was a bit... Different.

    "The only thing I got from her though was a small yell, her shrieking tongue echoing about the walls of the cave. Though, I did manage to finally get her attention when I found some rocks to toss her way, small ones, just enough to be irritating. She seemed much more responsive to that, picking up some herself and throwing them my way, and right when the elders came in as well! I rolled over and howled, writhing like I was being tormented by the small rocks she was throwing. One of the elders seemed amused by it, but the other... Not so much. From his tone he seemed to be scolding her for making me "suffer", as it were. But, it seemed that one had plans for me as well, for I heard him draw something out that floundered and flapped like a creature most slimy, and the smell of it reminded me of fish. The Elders clicked and screeched at each other some more, delegating what they would do to me, more than likely involving whatever the Elder had in his grasp. I got to my feet instantly, smoke billowing from my maw and fire pluming from my grill. Whatever they had, I would not let them anywhere near me. I shook the ground and the walls with my paws as I slammed them down, and fire raced from my throat to burn the place. A warning to keep them at bay if they knew any better. My roar boomed like thunder, rocks that had been loosened from the ceiling raining down like a light hail." The demon rumbled and thoomed his voice to punctuate his warning that he gave to the natives. "I heard one of them run towards me, and I reared up, hearing what remained of my horns scraping loudly across the ceiling of their cave, another warning bellowed. I thought they were going to make a slave of me, perhaps even use whatever the one elder brought to make me dumb and obedient to their will. But, in my final stand, I had completely disregarded my condition, and it certainly came back to haunt me. My head swam, and my strength, along with balance, quickly deteriorated." Oh, the alien could probably figure out what happened next, now could he? "I fell to the ground, unable to get to my feet, but I could still feel the fire in my gut. I pulled it up, lifting my head just enough so my broken jaw would hang open. I could smell two of them, the guard and an elder, standing there like stupid sheep to the butchers knife. I was so close, my breath was just about ready to incinerate them all when I realized the second elder was nowhere to be found. Or at least, until I felt him club me over the head with a rock. Once again, my world went silent and dumb, and I was vulnerable to their plans." The prince stated disdainfully upon recalling the memory.

    Really, of everything he could have overlooked, he chose to overlook the obvious. The demon shook his head , smoke pluming from his grill. But alas, that was in the past, and he certainly had more to tell. He pondered a bit on the memory, reaffirming the order and placement of each event. Once he was sure on the exact order, he turned his gaze back to the alien.

    "When I awoke next, I felt something in my ear, a slimy, fishy thing. Upon my head and around my jaw I found they had wrapped bandages, a rather peculiar response considering I had killed many of them and had almost turned them to ash. I figured this was another part of their scheme, a way to perhaps pacify me and make me think of them as perhaps a friend first, and later on a master. I thrashed and snarled, slamming my head against the ground and digging at my ear to try and tear whatever it was out, and the bandages were torn away to undo what measures they had put forth already. I fought and writhed until I had grown tired once more, my wounds having weakened me far more than I had thought previously. The creature they had placed in my ear was too deeply lodged for me to remove, the dreaded thing perhaps a means of controlling me, I thought. I collapsed once more on the floor, too tired to do anything else for the moment, later on I planned to try again, but that was before I came to another realization." The demon's words took a more secretive tone, like as if what he were saying was of great interest.

    Oh, and what was that, Prixlezub?

    "Whatever they had done to me, allowed me to understand what they were saying." He said, words hushed for emphasis.

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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Zurg on Sun Jul 15, 2012 4:20 am

    A master manipulator to the master storyteller. Who was playing who? Ah, it didn't matter! Zurg absentmindedly scratched at his arm, paying more attention to the demon's words than to the irritation beneath his skin. "Oh, you are far too merciful," he teased. And so the demon rumbled on.

    Taken to a cave while blind and weakened? And fashioned with a collar made of the inferior grade of teryllium that Zurg had bound the Prince with in the first place? Yes, of course the monarch had to grin at that, loving a good piece of cosmic irony when he heard it. "You should be warned that female guards make for the nastiest defenders," the monarch cautioned. Like the Valkyrans, for instance. Feisty little maidens. "They put up more of a fight than their male counterparts - especially if you insult their weight." But what's this, a flapping and flounder object? "I think... they were trying to feed you." Prixlezub, you goof! What's the matter? Don't like seafood? You wouldn't like eating Zurg, then. All that blubber, man. And really, all that trouble for a piece of food? The monarch shook his head at the demon's hastiness. "Acting like a caged animal... That's a surefire way to get the natives viewing you as some primitive, emotion-ridden beast."

    But the demon no doubt learned of his mistake and to chastise him now would be pointless. Prixleberg, you silly - wait. Did the demon mention something in his ear? Zurg made a face at this, not sure if Prixlezub was telling the truth or... "You have ears?" said the incredulous alien with horns for auditory organs. Utter shock and horror! Ears! On Prixlezub! Were they huge ears, like a pachyderm's? Or were they tiny, like that of a reptile's? And wait a minute... Zurg narrowed his eyes, putting two and two together.

    "They were trying to aid you," he figured at last. "That sloppy thing was a translator all along. How interesting... I wonder if I can..." No, Zurg. You cannot go to this planet and take the talky-fish. But then it hit him, the alien perking up as if something had rustled his jimmies. "Uuuuuugh! They stuck something like that in your ear!"

    Dignified ruler or not, inserting something into any body cavity without consent was just plain wrong.


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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun Jul 15, 2012 3:30 pm

    "...Yes, Zurg I have ears. How else do you think I am able to hear what is going on around me?" The prince rumbled incredulously, the flatest expression he could make hidden behind his cloaking magic. "Would you like to see them, or are you content with my telling that they are there?" Really now, of all the things he figured the alien to know about him, he thought Zurg would have figured out by now, given how he had been close enough on numerous occasions to get a look at them. He was not like a spider or snake that simply picked up vibrations through his hide or feet. And he certainly did not hear through his horns like the incredulous grace sitting before him.

    However, the prince's expression turned to a content smirk when he saw the other so disturbed over the fish they stuck in his ear. Yes, yes, squirm at the mental image! The demon could not help but aid him in his discomfort. "Yes, it wriggled and flapped about, It was a slimy thing, all wet and disgusting! And to think, I had to have that in my ear the whole time I was there."

    After a moment of chuckling, the demon recomposed himself, smoke puffing from his grill as he resumed his story. "Now, where was I... Ah yes! The two elders were bickering among themselves over whether I was sentient or not, their own frustration allowing me to learn their names. Glin'Glim, Flad'nag, they were both elders, and the guard's name was Tra'Nosk. Glin'Glim was the more hotheaded of the two, arguing that not only I needed to be killed off, but also that his fellow elder was faulty in his judgement over letting me live. Flad'Nag was more inclined to try and teach me about their ways, as he felt he saw that I was indeed sapient and capable of learning. Oho, as I sat there, listening to the two bicker, I had gotten an idea of my own. Glin'Glim still believed me to be a base animal, and I decided to take advantage when he got too close." The demon's voice grew low and quiet, as if he were reenacting the whole thing. "I told him: Glin'Glim. You are right to distrust the grey one. His age obviously has gotten the best of his mind, harboring a demon within the caves, all for the purpose of simply trying to teach it. His actions will harm the whole of the tribe if you do not act before he does with this foolishness. While killing the demon may prove to be a temporary thing, it is actually the elder himself that is the demon, have you not noticed how he acted since returning to here? His actions have been nothing but unwise since he brought it here. The only solid thing do in this situation, is to do away with the old man." The demon's voice grew darker, grating as he neared the end. "Kill him. I whispered, Kill him."

    The demon's tone resumed it's usual, rumbling tone, a chuckle shaking the air. "And do you know what? He thought my voice was a voice in his head, and he actually listened to it. The air went tense as he mulled it over, and I could hear his feathers rustle as a shiver went down his spine at the prospect. His scales ground and scratched the wood of his spear, and then... Flad'nag intervened. He reassured his friend with a few choice words, and that apparently was all he needed to keep from killing off his comrade." Prixlezub snorted, just as amazed himself that it was so easy to manipulate the leader. "But, that in itself is just testament as to how young they were as a race. I heard the three of them leave, and I contemplated escaping right then and there, but I was much too weak to do anything else. Once I was sure the place was empty, I fell asleep. Though, when I awoke the next morning, I found myself hearing a rather jovial Flad'nag greeting me into the day. By now, I felt it wise to cooperate, after having rested a while and heard what their plans were. Oh, if only I had been able to see Glin'Glim's face when he found out I could speak, I bet his little eyes were bugging from his head with how surprised he sounded. Of course, I was smart to make myself sound different than last night, else the more fiery elder would catch on. It was a challenge to speak with a broken jaw, I had to hold some parts in place, others in the socket, overall it was quite painful, but necessary." He rumbled casually, his tail curling about his hooves.

    "Both Tra'Nosk and Glin'glim were rightfully irritated when I brought up how weak their bandages were, and Flad'Nag wanted to know my name. Of course, I knew better than to simply give them my real one, in case perhaps they were not as ignorant as I thought them to be. So, I told them that my humble name meant Of the Stars. But, I figured they would not so easily buy it, so I decided to weave a little more into it. I told them there were others in this universe that were much worse than I, Swallower of Worlds and Who Breathes Fumes and Acid." Zurg could probably figure out who Prixlezub meant by those titles. "I told them that they were responsible for my wounds, for coming to their planet and that the reason I had attacked them was due to a horrible curse they was placed upon my vessel, one that gave a blinding madness which prevented me from seeing the natives as they truly were, and instead as my enemies. As for why I had been thrashing and fighting them? I told the fools that they made my collar out of the same cursed material as my vessel, and as long as I wore it I would continue to keep acting this way. It also helped that I added in that the symptoms of the exposure began with rather maddening, murderous whispers. Much like the ones dear Glin'Glim had heard."

    A grin played at the prince's maw as he looked back on that, still rather pleased with how he handled getting out of that situation. "I told them that if they removed the collar, I would help them with their village, and give them the proper guidance for patching up my wounds. The elders were still skeptical, interested in the planet I came from, and why I had been evicted from my planet in the first place. And, I decided if they liked what I had to offer so far, why not give them some more? I told them I used to be a guardian from the planet of Portal Breach, the blue star in their sky. By the time I was through with them, they believed I was a guardian of a great garden, and I had been evicted because Swallower of Worlds and Who Breathes Acid and Fumes wished me gone so they could take it over and turn it into a bog. A rather silly story, but they ate it up like the finest meat. And as for the collar, they quickly removed it, melted it down and threw away the metal to never be used again. The elders actually apologized as well for attacking me!" He rumbled, amused. "Once they believed I was no longer a threat, they were quite hospitable, fixing my hide with stone and metal, along with my guidance. They also were a very inquisitive species, wishing to know everything about where I had come from. In turn, I decided it to be best to learn about them as well. In the process, the elders gave a me a name like their own; Tra'Yzon, meaning of the stars. I learned that they had not even come up with a name for their own kind, but their tribe was called the Noslot, a name that means Resilience. They seemed very interested in man, as I described it to them, especially their innovations and languages. But as for their own innovations, the most they had come with so far was something along the lines of a slingshot."

    The demon gave another light rumble, content with the memory despite how he came to getting it. Perhaps he could visit the natives a second time, without the inconvenience of his wounds.
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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Zurg on Sun Jul 15, 2012 5:18 pm

    Ears. Zurg's face was one of complete horror and disgust. Only inferior creatures had holes for auditory organs! "Can I... Can I see them?" he whispered. It was like the tenth wonder of the world! All joking aside, the monarch ceased his pestering and let Prixlezub get on with the story. Although wouldn't the demon be surprised to find out that Zurg possessed snake-spider hearing, oooh~!

    "Ugh, Prixlezub, stop it. That's gross." No, can't say that Zurg wanted a slimy, fishy thing going anywhere near him. Unless he was going to eat it, of course. That was a different scenario altogether.

    Bickering if the demon was sentient? Hah! The alien did his best not to directly comment on that, a foot twitching where his mouth could not. Hehehe... debating if Prixlezub had higher intelligence. Well, how could you not? Turning two old men against one another wasn't exactly anything to scream about. You could probably do that with a good amount of dementia, and rustling of feathers? "Ooh, they must have been fluffy," Zurg said. Like fattened hens, or maybe pleasantly plump turkeys! Racist? Yes. Absolutely squee-worthy mental image? Incredibly. What was this about Of the Stars? "More like Of The Pits," was the sarcastic remark. Lava pits, of course. Although you could maybe apply armpits if you didn't like the demon enough. He smelled like bu - "Swallower of Worlds?" the monarch repeated hesitantly. "You know, I should be Tra'Yzon and you should be Tra'Buul, the Fat." Did he just make that up? Yes.

    "Okay, I'll give you some credit," Zurg said. "You managed to, surprise, manipulate a bunch of natives and got them to remove your bindings. I'd give it a 3/10. Would have been higher but you insisted that I, the Swallower of Worlds, wanted my lovely garden to become a stink-infested bog. I don't care much for bogs. They tend to consume things." Critical critic was critical.

    But, for reasons only he knew, the monarch was so far pleased with Prixlezub's story. "Eh, humans aren't all that amazing," he honestly stated. "Stinky, dirty, breed like cockroaches; hardly worth the effort studying their culture. But if you say that the Noslot had only a slingshot, well..." Zurg chuckled, feeling his horns metaphorically curl. "Shouldn't be so hard for you to wrap around your smallest finger. If you couldn't manage to do that, then what good are you as a source of evil, no? Do continue, Prixlezub. I sense an even better twist yet to come."


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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:37 pm

    Prixlezub sighed. Really, the alien was just too much sometimes. "No Zurg, I keep my ears super secret, to keep people from using this as an advantage. Of course you can see them, you boob." He rumbled teasingly. Lowering his guise, the demon prince leaned his head down, tilting it so Zurg could see the rather lizard-like cavity on the side of his head, just in front of the stubs where his horns used to be. Once the alien had gotten his fill of inspecting the prince's ear-holes, he resumed his usual stature, the cloaking magics returning to their usual effects as well.

    The prince only shrugged at Zurg's rather low scoring of his manipulative work, not really bothered by it. "I would not have scored it very high myself. Given of course that I was nauseated, weak, tired, and all around out of sorts." He stated matter-of-factly. "Presently, I could probably do better." He rumbled, almost pondering whether he should try it again another time.

    However the demon prince had a story to tell, and tell it he shall. getting back on track, the prince began where he had left off, learning about the natives while having his hide patched up. "We talked some more about our respective kinds, at least, until it became too painful for me to speak. From what I could tell, Flad'nag was having Glin'Glim and Tra"nosk do the work while he was speaking with me. Anyway, later on, I noticed they were having a rather hard time bolting my hide back together with their current tools, and so I asked them to stop for a moment. Though my jaw was broken, the teeth were still quite sharp, more than enough to easily puncture my own hide if I so wished. I gave them all one, so they could put the plating on easier. The metal plating was kept in place with stone spikes, luckily my hide was thick enough that really they were hardly felt. It was much like having armor plating put on back where I used to live before I was brought here." The prince paused for a few moments, thinking back. His eyes, though the alien could not see behind his guise, dimmed in a saddened manner. "During the silence I was left to think." He rumbled soberly. "I could not help but keep going back to when I had been cast out, how I had treated Layla, how I had been such an arrogant ass during my rather short promotion. And I even thought of you as well." The prince admitted sincerely. "Mainly thinking over why you got involved with Layla. It is nothing to really speak of now, I have thought it over to the point where it could no longer by analyzed and pondered."

    The demon waved his claw dismissively behind the cloak, smoke pluming from his grill as he returned to the story. "Flad'Nag apparently was able to see that I was troubled, and he offered to listen. But I knew better than to just open myself to him, my problems were none of his concern at the moment. Instead I told him I was worried over their village, and I asked just how many of them were left after the fight. I was surprised to find I had killed off nearly all of their males, the elders being the only ones left in a now completely female clan. Ah, how many did they say were left in total... Ah yes, sixty-six. The elder seemed confident in his feeling that they could survive this and repopulate, but I doubted it. I had killed off the males who were still able to breed within their own clan, if they were to try and do so again... Well, the children would certainly be a bit interesting, mentally. Maybe a bit wall-eyed as well." Prixlezub rumbled ponderously, thinking over just what would have happened if they did decide to inbreed. After a few moments, he started again turning the topic to a new chapter. "And now, I bet you are wondering just how I regained my sight without my stomach."

    The prince took down the cloak again, pondering a moment before carving a rather intricate rune upon the ground and waving his claw over it. Nothing seemed to change physically, but the alien would probably notice a change in energy in the surrounding air. "There, now it encompasses both of us, and I don't have to keep fiddling with mine whenever I want to show you something." He stated, content with his decision.

    "Now then, when it finally came time to figure out what to do about my blindness, I asked that they bring the crystals they used for the replacements." He explained, leaning his head down for the monarch to get a better look at the lenses. Under the light, they seemed to shimmer iridescently despite the pink tinting. "The crystals changed my eye color to a rather pink hue, from what I could tell. Though whether I can use them like Flad'Nag did, shooting beams of energy, I still have yet to see. Maybe I will test this when I get the chance."

    He allowed Zurg a few seconds more to examine them, before pulling his bloodied face away, a rather accomplished look upon his face. "I was quite pleasantly surprised to find my body reacted to them the way they did, given this is just stone with some sap seared around the edges. As for their predicament concerning their village, I suggested they go out and find others to help them. After all, there could not be only one village on the whole planet, it would be ridiculous if that were the case. Glin'Glim was more than eager to try it, though Flad'Nag wanted a discussion regarding the idea. However, both of them wanted to go through with it. I learned of the other Elders here as well, Laso'Gel, the youngest, who only pointed out the obvious and gave no alternative forms of action from what Glin'Glim said. And as for Tra'Nosk, I learned her mother apparently was a very strong woman, a shining light even, from what was said." He rumbled, shifting his weight, feeling his newer wounds starting to ache. "After that they were busy working on my jaw, and I was surprised at how effective they were at making it actually usable and durable. There were no mishaps with it being pinned shut, or misalignment. Perhaps in a few generations time they could learn to be quite effective medics."

    Was the story still interesting for you, Zurg, or were you starting to get bored of the prince's rambling?
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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Zurg on Sun Jul 15, 2012 7:59 pm

    Oh, goody! Zurg got to see Prixlezub's ear! You know what this means. The monarch, in a sort of impish glee, jumped up and held onto the hole's outer ridge. Here the alien could get a good look inside but that wasn't all he did. "Hell-OOOOooooo~!" he greeted inside the demon's mind. A boob was right.

    Echo wrote:"Hell-OOOOooooo~!"
    Bet that rattled your head, didn't it, Prixlezub~?

    Settling down, the monarch resumed listening. He didn't find it fitting to interrupt for awhile until... Prixlezub seemed to be crestfallen about something. Layla - it had to be Layla. Well, guess the Evil Emperor at the time owed the demon an explanation. "Ah, yes; Layla's first contract with me. I remember that day," Zurg said, his voice slightly faded away due to reminiscing. "To be quite honest with you, Prixlezub, the only reason I accepted her contract was because I knew how she felt. I knew what it was like to be spurned, to be abandoned. Maybe she was not abandoned physically, but emotionally? I believe so. It is not a good feeling to be saddled with, especially from one you thought cared for you." And, coincidentally, that was the time Jo broke up with the alien. Did that have an influence? Of course. As for the inbreeding... "Hmm, you doomed the entire Noslot either way," Zurg ultimately decided.

    Assuming the Noslot genetics worked like most genetics, then the offspring of their offspring would be a bit... Wall-eyed was a rather polite way of putting it. Let's go with that. A sad, tragic fate for such a noble-sounding people, really. It was probably more merciful if Prixlezub had just killed them off than to let them die from a slow taint in their bloodlines. Still, this was genocide and the monarch wasn't overly... fond of such a topic. "I would say that you should choose your actions more carefully, but that would be beating a dead moozle."

    In any event the demon allowed Zurg to inspect his eyes and sure enough, yes. Yes, Prixlezub had crystals in his sockets that turned his eyes pink. Gave the disease, pink eye, a whole new meaning, no? Zurg didn't otherwise mind that he was now cloaked, the spell making little difference to him other than that he could now see the Prince fully. "Having eyes that can shoot lasers isn't all that it's cracked up to be." And he would know.

    "It makes sense that there must be other tribes out there," Zurg reasoned. "Evolution is a funny thing. I imagine, or hope to imagine, they found others." They must have because no mere handful of natives could have sent Prixlezub back to Portal Breach in so short a time frame. In this, the monarch was fairly certain.


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    Re: The Missing Piece

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun Jul 15, 2012 9:10 pm

    "NRRRrrrrgh! Nrgh'ntx tikngk br'rren!" Prixlezub snarled, shaking his head. "Don't be so loud, those are quite sensitive!" He scolded as he rubbed a paw over the aggravated ear. Space asshole indeed! However, the demon had thankfully not been irritated enough to eat the monarch where he sat, instead settling to give him a glare.

    As Prixlezub heard the reason why Zurg had accepted Layla's contract, he went silent regarding the alien sitting before him. So, he helped his wife out of empathy. It did not take the demon long to put two and two together with that. "So, Your girl had hurt you, and mine was hurt by my own foolish actions. And here I thought it was simply related to our rivalries. I should have never let her live the moment she revealed herself to be Layla in the first place, she had no right or reason to come here in such a state, save for revenge. That truly must have been the only reason she searched for me after her death. Even when we were not sided against each other, the signs were there. The extreme submission, nearly fearful, much like one of my own subordinates. And as for what had come forth the eve of my departure? Simply the repressed true intent of her reincarnation." He stated thoughtfully, uncaring if the alien was interested in hearing it or not. It just felt good to rid himself of the thought. "I had just been too blind to realize it all until now. She would never have taken to me so easily, she despised my kind like vermin, and slaughtered them just as readily."

    After a few moments of thought and recollection, the demon resumed his story. "Once the natives were done mending my hide and bones, I was left to think, and finally sleep. Later on the Natives did set out to find a new tribe, and they managed to stumble upon a rather militant clan called the Branack. Theye were more advanced than the Noslot, stronger and more robust in their bodies as well. I heard their leaders talking, or more arguing about what was to be done to allow their villages to work together, and it seemed to revolve around the crystals that Flad'Nag and his kin wielded. Of course, I stayed out of sight as best I could, as their warriors seemed more than able to take down the stronger beasts of the planet, and I doubt they had the Babblefish in their ears like myself and the Noslot elders." He explained, gesturing with his paw to the ear Zurg had yelled in. "While they had been busy with their negotiations, I decided to explore the planet's surface. The jungles are filled with many interesting beasts, a few I took for my own trophies, mainly in an effort to blend in with the others. There were these small blue things, covered in a thick hide and ran around on two thick legs. Their jaws are strong, and filled with sharp teeth, though hardly sharp enough to pierce my hide. One of the elders called them a Mukrash. They are swift little things, hard to kill unless you learn of their vulnerable points." Though, that could probably be said of just about anything, he surmised inwardly. "By the time I had my fill of hunting, my horns had become trophy racks for what skulls that could be tied on."

    And though it seemed a bit strange, the demon actually missed the sound of bones clattering when he walked around. Like morbid, weird little chimes. But alas, he was a demon, not a native. And if he really wanted to stick some skulls on himself again, he could certainly set out and hunt again. After the story was done first.

    "One night, I decided to go out and stargaze. I did that often when I was there, and while I liked seeing all of the different planets and stars, my eyes always picked out Portal Breach from the masses. Mainly because I kept thinking of her at the time, thinking about what I had done wrong, and what I could do better when I returned. It is amazing how many stars there are in the sky once you get away from all the light of civilization, and there was this one place that I especially liked to travel to. It was deep back in the jungle, though not too far away from the village I was staying at. I had cleared a train through the trees, all the way out to a lone cliff that overlooked a deep valley. At night, you could hear the nocturnal creatures calling to one another, bellowing, screeching, howling... It was quite relaxing." Perhaps to him, but some others may not think that a cacophony of animals crowing at each other was the sweetest of sounds. "Anyway, one night, Flad'nag followed me out to the cliff, sitting down next to me when I had thought that the place was all to myself. He and I stargazed for a while, and he posed to me a question. He said: ...Beautiful, aren't they, Tra'Yzon?" The prince rumbled in a rather good impression of the Elder's voice, a soft spoken man, Flad'nag was. "We look up to them, and we see the Gods looking down upon us, sending messages through the lights they have placed in the sky. I wonder, what do you see when you look up to the stars? And I told him, that I saw many things. I saw the planets, the suns, the nebulae, but more than that I saw what I had missed. Despite all that his village had done, and I had done in turn to help them, I still felt quite alone. There was no one that I had known like you or Layla, or even that obnoxious ass, Megamind before whatever happened to him to make him so... Spineless, from what I gather from the idle chatter." In short, the demon really did not have much in the ways of friends, but he made do with what he could.

    "Flad'nag had thought for a moment over what I had told him, and he said to me: You miss your home, you wish to return. Even with what you have told me about World Eater and Who Breathes Acid and Fumes, it is where you belong. I hold no venom towards your thoughts, my friend. I have tread where you have as well during my life. Though, unlike me... I am not sure how you would return to your home. My friend... Is there anything we can do to ease your sadness? Perhaps there is a way back to your home, a path that only your kind can tread?" He continued, mimicking the vocal tones of his feathery friend as best he could. "And I replied that he had said he walked a path as I have, but how far had he traveled it? I did not miss simply a planet, a home, but more what was on the planet that I had been banished from. I pointed out to him my current home, the planet of Portal Breach, a blue dot in a cluster of stars. I wondered though, if he had ever lost anyone so dear to him, that the thought of them ever not being there was just too sickening, too morbid and chilling to imagine." He rumbled, patting a claw to the plating on his chest. "And that even if I were able to return, I would surely be sent back anyways, as in my current state I felt I was unable to do much in the way of speaking with her, if she would even allow me to speak."

    Prixlezub paused again, his tone starting to sober now that the story was starting to brush over the topic of his ex-wife. Though he wanted to be happy she found peace, the wounds of his own stupidity and foolishness coming full circle still burned, much like that shaming mark on his arm.




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