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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by System on Thu Oct 17, 2013 3:59 pm

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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Prixlezub on Thu Oct 17, 2013 5:37 pm

    There were ways, many ways that one could get information from another on whim. Though given that none of his kin were authorized to know Prixlezub's own techniques, it ruled out the possibility of it being another carmorph demon. A Mancer from the Material Plane however... The demon pushed such a notion from his mind, no such Mancer was ever so adept that their trace was unnoticeable. "I am unsure, but I am aware that their technique is adept enough that it was not able to be detected." The demon rumbled evenly. "Even then, Kev knows not of any individual demon by name, title or appearance. Layla's fate is also one that has not been heard by his ears. He only knows of the existence of Locomotogephor and Aeronemnon." He added, the prince was not one tell his complete life story to someone he knew for such a short period of time. The snippets Prixlezub did tell were only enough to spark apprehension in the minds of others that the alien may have gossiped to.

    Upon hearing that Zurg's inquiry may prove troublesome, the massive prince gave a small nod. "It is understandable, Zurg. Do what you can." A planet was a massive thing, bubbling with magma, shifting plates, covered in a plethora of life in many forms. To try and focus on so many or even one at a single time could be quite a strain on the will. Prixlezub rose to his feet when beckoned, slowing his steps to keep pace with both the alien and robot. Bubbling molten glass was soon replaced with charred earth beneath his claws and hooves, along with it another thought coming to mind. For all his strength, the alien was still quite small in his stature compared to one of the prince's kin.

    How much willpower could such a frame house? Enough to find a singular creature on a planet, but usually with description. As the alien sat on the ground, the demon settled among the grasses himself, his form charring their blade to a blackened crisp. As instructed, the demon remained silent, yet... As he observed robe clad monarch attempt his speech, the prince's nose came forward to gently rest against his chest eyes dimmed. His mind focused and became empty reaching out through the void to make contact with something, anything reminiscent to the alien and what he was searching for. For a long while there had been nothing, before a sudden input of stimuli hit the prince's conscious in a wave. Among it the demon sensed Zurg, pushing through the overpowering senses in an attempt to keep from getting lost among it. His skin prickled with many teeming insects, heat and cold, dryness and moisture fluctuated all around.

    Despite such powerful sensations, the prince managed to seek focus. Prixlezub's own will extended itself to the monarch, memorized sensations brought forth from the days prior. The reek of death, Lochlann, a patch on the otherwise teeming planet devoid of life. In his details given the prince offered his strength, power for delving deeper.
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Lawrence on Thu Oct 17, 2013 11:33 pm

    When Zurg beckoned them to follow him towards the nearby grasslands, Lawrence obliged, glad to be heading out of the sands. Ugh, he was probably going to have to use the vacuum on some of his joints later, he could already feel the fine grains rubbing uncomfortably in a few of them.

    As they walked, and the monarch went over what he was about to do, Lawrence took a moment to caution him a bit. "Try not to overexert yourself . . . your ability may help us get to the bottom of this, but I remember how taxing it is. Passing out from exhaustion is never good for organics, and there are other ways to find the information we seek."

    When Zurg asked for silence, the butler nodded and kept quiet after that. That was really the only way Lawrence could help, given his metal body was completely deaf to the planet's voice. It had been months since he felt the odd sensation in the back of his mind, and to be honest he still kind of missed it. There was maybe a teeny pang of jealousy in his heart as he watched Prixlezub move to help, but it was dismissed easily. Strength of will was something he had, a body that the Eighth could speak to was not.

    It was quiet for a long time, but hopefully Zurg would soon tell them if he found anything or not.
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Zurg on Fri Oct 18, 2013 4:48 pm

    The session was, as expected, fruitless. There was no possible way that he, a Grace barely capable of asking a single question, could ever hope to find the answer Prixlezub sought. How could he? There was literally nothing to ask; vague segments of a broken thought and nothing more. Within five minutes of pulling his willpower into one central vessel the monarch was already displaying signs of fatigue. Just a void... Just a void... His conscious was swimming in nothing but perpetual darkness...

    Lochlann...
    Life...

    Who...?
    There was no answer and there may not be for months. Resigned, the monarch gave up this pursuit for the time being and started to - ? Without warning there was suddenly a burst of energy he had not accounted for, forcing the monarch's conscious back into the fathomless abyss. The overwhelming zest was staggering. At first Zurg began to panic, his concentration breaking and scattering into a multitude of directions without guidance. Then he became afraid, as the unexpected surge had enough potential to drown him entirely. In the metaphysical torrent did the monarch precariously try to keep his head above water, his limbs steadily growing tired and heavy against the drift. The only thing his infinitesimal presence could do was latch on, hoping that the myriad of sensations and thoughts would keep him afloat.

    The unforeseen junction between himself as the conduit and the monumental energies as the question's origin took him further and further into the Eighth's domain. No longer did Zurg have any power or freedom to roam; he, as with his guest, were now forced through a collective conscious that spanned for miles upon miles. The teeming upon their joined skin; the sudden extremes of heat and cold; even the sickening motion that jerked their consciousness as the Eighth pleased... Together both conduit and origin were momentarily one and the same.

    Such unity came at a price.

    They now felt sick - morose. You had asked to see the town of Lochlann... Come, then. Open your senses as the very plague that gripped this once-quaint town begins to invade you. Atop the queasy sensation churning in their very cores, unpleasant aromas and textures bombarded both sense of smell and touch. Decaying flesh... Old blood... The repugnant odor of rotten fish and vegetables... Such scents came all at once, flooding the mind without abeyance.

    Stop...

    An abrupt pain came shortly afterward, the body now assaulted. Upon skin was it felt the cold, lifeless puncture of a finely-tipped blade; twine and needles inserted in repeated rows. Patchwork. The skin felt clammy, dull - each ripping sensation created a deeper burning agony. It was abating, now...

    Stop...

    The sounds of muffled screams... The muted cries for help, in pain... The feeling of icy fingers gripping at supple flesh, teeth sinking into muscle and bone... Limbs were torn apart and joints were left to loudly crack, the body rent asunder in the blackened chaos...

    Stop...

    Fire. Both body and mind were now consumed by inferno, the flames greedily lapping up the divine ambrosia of frightful tears. Jagged claws raked down slowly, languidly - the enjoyment was palpable. Misery ran deep, past hide and covering, and a scorching embrace coiled itself tightly. It burned... Oh how it burned... The smell of charred flesh came in overpowering waves and amidst the uncontrollable stimuli that poured all at once, the conduit could handle no more...

    STOP.

    And so it was commanded. Both body and mind were expelled toward the surface, where the darkness was not as suffocating. Now relinquished, the monarch regained control of his dwindling awareness and he frantically "swam" for breath. In doing so he made sure to grab hold of the origin, using the rest of his mind's reserves to carry them both from this maddening nightmare. Three... Two... One...

    Immediately the monarch gasped for air, his breath stale and foul. His senses had been severely overloaded - his mind similarly fried - and the alien clawed away from both demon and butler. He... He needed to regain his personal space, his own individuality. Although his memory knew what grass was, what dirt was, nothing around him registered. Zurg's mind was in control of an overcharged machine and the monarch feebly tried to stop the world from spinning. When he could not and as his senses continued to remain encumbered, there was only one thing he really could do.

    Zurg removed his veil and vomited upon the earth, this release much needed.

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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Oct 18, 2013 5:52 pm

    Upon contact the demon's consciousness felt the other's swim and struggle, his strength unforeseen and nearly unmanageable. Zurg was weaker than previously thought, the more energized of the two wills beginning to wonder if this risk was far too dangerous and foolish to have attempted. Together they spun, they merged. The alien's consciousness hanging on as well as he could amid the torrent that was the demon prince, trying his hardest to keep them focused and centered.

    Deeper and deeper they sank into the planet, the demon's fiery will stubbornly delving forward. He wanted answers, images, a clue of what exactly they had gone against. In being wrapped among the alien's will, the demon found himself nauseated, more comfortable with being the one ripping through another's mind like a wildfire for information instead of joining alongside it. Temptation of exploring the other had not the time to be entertained for their search proved to bear some fruits, however sickening in flavor.

    Death, decay and blood filled his senses. Bones cracking and limbs ripping apart with the popping of joints and shredding flesh. Screaming filled his head, cries for mercy, some for death... Was this what had happened to the citizens of the lakeside village? He had not the luxury to ponder, as the prince's hide felt it was being pricked with needles, stitched together, sharp pains about his person that not even his thick hide could dull. Fire crackled about his consciousness, about the alien's consciousness. Massive claws raked down them both, seemingly pleased with what terrors it brought to both the demon and alien. Amused with the torments it brought to the people of Lochlann and the abominations that devoured them with rapacious hunger.

    Both alien and prince had felt enough, heard enough... Their joined consciousness pulled away from the village, desperately swimming up and away to the surface, to full awareness. This time the demon felt himself pulled by Zurg's will, Prixlezub's energies gladly joined with his lead, the world met with a sharp gasp from the monarch. The demon gave a sputtering cough as well, his head spinning as he quickly reared away from Zurg's clawing fingers. He dared not rise to his feet, the prince's mind still swimming with what he had felt, still trying to piece together what had been witnessed. Prixlezub fought the weakness of his neck, his horned head suddenly heavy and pained. his body burned, hide shuddering and itching with the lingering remnants of his journey with Zurg to the Eighth.

    The alien's own response to such intense stimuli was worrying, bile wafting towards the demon's nostrils. Among the churning sickness in his gut, the demon chastised himself. He could have damned them both, Zurg could have lost his consciousness to the world and perhaps himself, they could have been forever plagued with the answers he had so doggedly searched for.

    "...Zurg..." The prince began, his voice soft and nearly a whisper. "Are you... Are you complete?"
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Lawrence on Sun Oct 20, 2013 2:57 am

    For a while, all was silent, and Lawrence was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. Prixlezub suddenly offering his assistance might have made things more difficult as well, considering Zurg would have to manage two minds instead of just his own. He really hoped things didn't go too badly wrong here . . . if the planet claimed them both, he didn't want to think of what he might have to do to restore them. On any other world they would be lost forever, but on the Breach the Pool of Souls would allow them to refresh.

    And then suddenly, there was a reaction . . . a rather violent one. Zurg took in a sharp gasp of breath and pulled away from Prixlezub, and the car demon jerked backwards as well. Whatever had gone on, it was enough to make the monarch start to retch and empty the contents of his stomach. Lawrence rushed to his side, though even as much as he wanted to help Zurg to sit up, he knew better than to touch him just yet. Any more sensory overload might just make him pass out, and so the butler held back.

    The words from Prixlezub made Lawrence a bit worried, though. "Zurg, are you all right? Ugh, this was such a foolish idea . . ."
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Zurg on Sun Oct 20, 2013 4:07 pm

    That... That hadn't been a very good idea, no. But it did bring them answers.

    Zurg, for the most part, was alive - the closest thing to it, luckily. At the moment he was resting upon his back, arms splayed out and toes pointed at the sky. The monarch didn't look all there but fret not; Zurg was far tougher than he seemed. "Ughhhh..." He didn't know what was worse: his vision darting all over the place to chase imaginary stars, or the fact that he could smell his own putrid vomit. The monarch grimaced and weakly rolled away, deciding that his breakfast from earlier today was more offensive. He didn't get very far - perhaps a few feet - but Zurg made it just far enough to collapse upon a cleaner patch of grass. Nice... soft... grass... He was going to shut his eyes and hope for the best, because he was close to expelling yesterday's dinner at this rate.

    Loud Rumble wrote:"...Zurg... Are you... Are you complete?"
    Who... What...? Oh, right.

    "Prixlezub..." the monarch laboured to wheeze. "I... I don't think that was a very smart idea." Melding with an energetic conscious such as the Demon Prince's was not impossible, but it had been unexpected. It was one thing to prepare for a joint venture; it was another entirely to work without proper consideration. Once again Zurg was reminded that he was nowhere near his father's competence and that was beginning to smart harder than the massive headache developing. Best to make sure nothing was lost in the transfer...

    He gingerly moved his fingers one hand at a time, starting from left to right. Next came the feet and he wiggled his toes, cracking the knuckles every chance he got. No loss of sense for his extremities, which was good. And he didn't feel like he was trapped somewhere, which was even better. Whiiiiiir...! The construct from before suddenly made its appearances, shattering itself with a dazzling crackle. In the next moment, admist the sound of crinkling glass, was a wide and opaque hexagon; it hovered a foot or so at an angle above the monarch and steadily darkened until its shimmering surface was a startling black. Now that there was shade to protect him from the yellow day star's merciless rays, Zurg groggily forced himself to sit upright and he placed a shaky hand atop his head. Oh how it throbbed... "T-Thanks, X'ki. I really needed that," he stated.

    A happy chime, but there shall be much scolding later.

    With some reprieve given, the monarch sleepily glanced over at Lawrence and lethargically waved. "I'm... I'm feeling pretty fine," he managed to speak up. "S-Still... woozy, but I don't think I lost any of my marbles. Prixlezub should be f-fine, too." But this headache... Zurg laid back down and covered the top of his head and eyes with both hands, groaning. All those smells... All those sounds... All those sights. There was an answer in there, somewhere. Could he decipher it...?

    "I don't know about you," Zurg grumbled, now rubbing his eyes wearily. "But there is definitely something in Lochlann. I'm... I'm pretty sure it's not friendly, too."


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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun Oct 20, 2013 7:37 pm

    "Had I have known this would have come of my attempt to aid your search, I would have never allowed such thoughts to come to action." The demon replied, his voice quieting further upon noticing Zurg's weakness. However, as he watched on it seemed that the alien was not so worse for wear, testing his motor skills before being shielded by X'ki. Once the sun was gone from the monarch's eyes he was able to sit up fully despite his shuddering limbs, a small relief from what could have been a complete disaster. His verbal reassurance to the robot only solidified it more.

    "I believe I am complete as well," The demon replied, curling his tail about himself. "What had been witnessed in Lochlann however... It was far more sinister than I imagined." the demon had expected a Mancer, Talons of Necrosis perhaps having fallen upon the village. Their work was not seen in the visions this planet gave, they used no fires, no abominations like the two had seen. Scrapping claws and roaring flames stuck out in the demon's mind, the final sight they managed to pull from the dead village. Their owner seemed to enjoy the misery they were causing, the deliberateness of those raking talons, tight coils... "Hmm..." The demon's brow furrowed, attempting to make sense of all this despite the throbbing in his skull.

    "Whatever was down there..." The prince began, words slow and carefully chosen. "They seem to be making something,  preparing for a plan greater than simply causing strife to a wanderer. The needles, stitching, those abominations... If the one at the core of this is found they likely will be guarded." Roaring flames, burning coils, jagged claws, an aura of misery...  This was no man or mortal being. "Their exact form I am unsure of, but their temperament... It seemed near demonic, nothing that a mortal could attain through their own means with their lifespan." Prixlezub grew silent again, a claw raising absentmindedly to his chest. Moments later a snarl bubbled from his throat, gaze cast downward.

    With all that had happened the burning sensation had been drowned out until now, pain flaring under the prince's hide with a vengeance. Perhaps it would be best to call off the search until later.
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Lawrence on Mon Oct 21, 2013 2:41 am

    Lawrence sighed in relief as Zurg seemed to be all right after going through all of that. Even though he was glad his friend was all right, the butler was still a bit irritated about things. "Yes, thank you, X'ki . . . and if you want to rant at him later, after he's recovered, be my guest."

    The butler listened to the two of them go over what they saw, growing more apprehensive with each detail revealed. Ugh, that sleepy little town looked to be infested with some unspeakable horror. "Whatever is in Lochlaan may be making an army . . . so far it seems content to just stay in its terrible den, but who is to say it won't some day plan to invade the rest of the breach?"

    This would not be the day to go after it, however, given the injuries dealt to all three of them. Not only that, it might be best if they had an army of their own to try and take this thing down. "If it is planning, preparing for something, then we should take advantage of that and make our own plans in the meantime. We should return home and rest for today, however . . . none of us are in any condition to plot at the moment."
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Zurg on Mon Oct 21, 2013 12:52 pm

    Tch! Zurg was a Grace - a man born and bred for tasks far greater than a normal individual's burdens. Although this question had been hard and undoubtedly sloppy, the monarch was skilled enough in the art of Listening to hold his footing. Still nothing compared to his father, though... "Sinister's a good way to put it, sure." Can't disagree there. Also can't disagree about being chewed out later, too. He deserved this one. These images...

    The alien observed what both Lawrence and Prixlezub said, their words ringing. Sickness... Decay... Death; there wasn't a hesitation in Zurg's mind that the people of Lochlann were... were gone. They had to be, given what Prixlezub and he had seen. The Eighth cannot lie, preposterous! They had to be... Suddenly the monarch sat back up, his eyes hazy but his mind clearer than before. "They're all dead," he stated softly. "Every single one; all dead."  The sickness got them - men, women... even the children. Demonic, said Prixlezub. Had a demon done all of this? Zurg looked up at the Prince and for a while said nothing. Soon his gaze returned to the earth, however, and the monarch remained stoic. "Demonic..." he repeated quietly. If it was truly a demon like Prixlezub suspected...

    "Even if we brought an army to stop it, we will only be condemning people to their deaths. We should not invade Lochlann until we know how to fight it." That thing... That thing, whatever it is... Idly the monarch rubbed at his right shoulder, the memory of cold steel puncturing his skin still vivid. "No. No, you are both right," he agreed. "We are in no shape to do anything today, much less for a good while. The best course action we can take is to rest. For now the brooding evil remains locked away in Lochlann; let it remain ignorant of our awareness."

    If the likes of Prixlezub had been disturbed so easily, then the three of them will simply suffer the same fate if they forced any hands. Zurg rose to his feet at last, shaky but determined, and felt strong enough to move. X'ki remained as it was, floating above the monarch's head like an umbrella. "We'll be taking our leave now, Prixlezub," said the alien. He retrieved his veil, having been previously discarded, and placed it back overhead.

    Now he was complete and the alien turned around to face the troubled Prince.

    "We have an answer and you have your truth. What you do now is of your own will." Prixlezub will certainly think twice about poking his snout into places that reeked of massacre. The monarch was also going to think twice about getting any sleep tonight. "Farewell, Prixlezub. We will convene at a later date, should the evil in Lochlann make its move." But not now... Now the monarch was tired and Zurg ached all over, displacement still in effect. Glancing down at his friend, Zurg rested a hand upon Lawrence's shoulder. "Come on. Let's get you patched up before Jo notices." It hurt to chuckle.


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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

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    In mulling over all of the information they managed to glean insight to, the only true answer as of now was to retreat and recover. Better to form a plan at a later date when they all had the strength to put up to the task. Prixlezub's head bowed slightly in a small, agreeing nod. "Very well, when the effects of my encounter with that... Thing, has passed and the time is right, perhaps we shall meet again." He rumbled evenly. Best to return home and relax, combat the flare in his chest with isolation, silence, and the comforting bubble of magma.

    Smoke pluming from his grill, the demon rose to his feet, molten glass and charred vegetation dripping from his belly into a boiling puddle. "Thank you for your assistance," He stated appreciatively. "Apologies for your wounds, Zurg and Lawrence... If you wish, I can transport you both to the city, with your current state I doubt you would like walking there on your own." Prixlezub offered, lowering his head close to the ground. It was the least he could do given the circumstances.

    The demon's horns awaited, curved and wide enough to seat both alien and robot. though the question was, would they trust him with their escort?
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Lawrence on Mon Oct 21, 2013 10:53 pm

    No, from the sounds of things, the last thing Lawrence would expect was anyone in that poor village surviving this... demon's arrival. It was really rather tragic, as from Zurg and Jo telling him of the place, it was a very nice little village before all this happened.

    Thankfully, it seemed both Zurg and Prixlezub agreed with his sentiments, that it would be best to lick their proverbial wounds and retreat to rest for the moment. Lawrence winced a bit when reminded of his own damage, he mostly was able to ignore it during the fight and waiting for Zurg to come out of that Listening session, but now he was starting to feel it again. He looked up at Zurg, a bit of dread in his expression. "Hopefully between you and the Chronoscepter, we won't have to get Jo involved..."

    Oh, and what's this? Prixlezub was offering a ride? Even with what happened, Lawrence was feeling just tired enough to take the demon prince up on his offer. "Well, it was not truly your own fault, you were misled by that lurking monstrosity in Lochlaan. I cannot blame you for that, though perhaps a little chiding for poking your nose around where you shouldn't is in order." He glanced to Zurg to see what he thought, but was pretty sure the answer would be yes. "Hmm, what do you think? We will certainly get there faster if we ride on Prixlezub's horns."
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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Zurg on Tue Oct 22, 2013 4:43 pm

    Ugh... Telling everything to Jo was bound to have its repercussions, but it wasn't like they could simply lie to her. That was a line in their relationship Zurg was not willing to cross and he inwardly sighed. "We'll have to inform her of what transpired, no doubt about that. She'll take one look at you and immediately draw the most outrageous accusations." Mainly pointed at him, of course. The monarch had been implicated with worse; although stomaching a week of couch duty was a particularly sour note... "Maybe we can swing by the shop and do some minor repairs. Your golden doodad can do the rest, hopefully." If not, well... It's not like Jo was going to clobber them both with that wrench of hers.

    Maybe.

    "Eh? What's that?" More ringing in those horns of his, Zurg glancing from Lawrence to Prixlezub in a sluggish daze. For a moment he lazily blinked with eyes drooping, perhaps taking a wee bit longer to process any verbal cues. Why was... what...?

    Chime, chime!

    X'ki started to act up from above, pulsating with a myriad of colours before fading back into black. "Your Grace!" the construct spoke in their shared tongue. "Your Grace, you dull boy... It is not time for a nap, do you understand? The red monster is offering to give your aching feet a lift. Fat One can come too, I guess. It will be a miracle if the beast's thick neck does not snap. Now go! Make a decision quick before the creature decides to let you bake in the harsh sun. I doubt your woman would be thrilled if she has to water your dehydrated carcass." Ah, good ol'e X'ki... Looking out for them with his usual, condescending self. That was all the monarch needed to hear and he wobbled over toward the Demon Prince.

    "A... Alright, we'll gladly take your generous... mm." So warm... Prixlezub was so warm, like a fiery kitten of death. You know, it probably wasn't a good thing for Zurg to be left out in the sun for too long. He was starting to see... see things in the outlying heat ripples exuded by both demon and nature. The fatigue was setting in and Zurg feebly held onto one of the many tines that curled from Prixlezub's crown. "I... I forgot what I was sssaying," he lightly slurred. "Prixle... Prixlezu... Prixlezoobie... Zzzzz..."

    Donk!

    Zurg went out like a light, that heavy skull of his loudly colliding with the demon's horns. Don't worry, he won't feel a thing. Given what happened today and how much trouble they can potentially be in, a minor headache was the least of Zurg's amounting worries.


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    Re: Cloak and Daggerfang

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Oct 22, 2013 5:46 pm

    Both robot and alien decided to take up the demon's offer, approaching his waiting horns. However, while the prince was fully tolerant of having passengers, there were still a few guidelines that needed to be set in place. "There is no more reason to chide, Lawrence. Your innocence has been proclaimed and we have gained insight into the heart of this matter. With my current state and yours, do you truly find it wise to decide to try my patience as well?" Prixlezub rumbled. If the robot decided the answer to that metaphorical question was 'yes', he could travel to the city under his own power. Zurg on the other hand...

    He seemed much too tired to travel under any power that was his own. The demon bent his legs, kneeling slightly so the exhausted monarch would not impale himself as he slumped over the curled tines. From the solid thunk that resonated from both metal and bone, the alien may not even be fit to ride at the prince's galloping speed. However, that was hardly a problem, as the prince gently scooped the rest of the alien up onto his pointed crown. It was wide enough that he would not slip off during the ride, so long as the prince did not go faster than a trot. Although with the shimmering construct that was X'ki hovering about, he doubted that the alien would be falling to his death anytime soon.

    The demon's gaze returned to the butler. He may ride if he wished, so long as the trip was quiet.

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