There is a ferry; a ferry from Newcastle, in England, to Kristiansand, in Norway. Such a ferry runs often but there is never many people on board. On one particular run, on a calm and sunny Tuesday afternoon, it is not the regular crewmen who pilot the boat for they lie unconscious and tied in the control room of the ship. In fact all employees lie either unconscious, overboard or worse for this ferry (this rather empty ferry) was hijacked but half an hour out of Newcastle by two scary fellows; two very daemonic fellows; and heads now on a course to go around Newcastle and head into the Norweigan sea.
Dex looks over at his partner in the control room remembering how he had met the fellow a few days ago in London and shared with him his plan to defeat the legendary Jormungandr. Tyr had decided to come with him and, with his help, he had overpowered the few members of staff first at the engines and then in the Control room.
“Steer for me, would you? I’m gonna deal with any passengers.” Dex asks his comrade stepping back from the controls.
(Sorry about all the godmodding and the sucky starter, guys. I’m pretty pish at starting.)
Last Edit: Nov 23, 2012 17:55:40 GMT -5 by Dex Al'Kordon
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 23, 2012 17:00:46 GMT -5
Rae had stowed away in a life boat, a bright orange and tar-palling covered air full life boat on the ninth deck of the ferry. She was led, curled up between the two temporary wooden seats. For the last two days she had been here. It had been part of the plan. To arrive before the ferry was due to arrive from its return journey, hid out in the dock- pretending to be a mechanic- and then, when the boat docked hide herself away in the boat. It had been challenging, but the tiny, lithe little woman was easy to ignore, easy to bypass. She, when her hair was hidden from view, looked marginally average after all.
So why was she on the ferry in the first place? Well it was the second part of her plan to get close and personal to her prey. After all, she was a hunter, she should- so it said in her job description- be hunting something- and Norway was full of legends and myths that she was more than willing to investigate, her curiosity running wild.
The boat finally started, after what felt like days and Rae moved stiffly in her hidden hole. She tried to move and stretch, but the space was cramped. After all, it wasn’t just her within it. Oh no, Eli had come for the journey. She had started to consider the dog as a valid companion. He stuck close to her, acted as her defender and shared her meals. He also gave her someone to talk to when she was on her own in her big empty mansion. But he had been very good in this hidden hole, laying still, and providing warmth, more over only once did he whine when the ship had started to move. Between his fur body and her clothed one was her backpack. She didn’t go anywhere without it after all.
To be honest, Rae had wanted to whine too. She hated water. Next time she was flying. Though she had no idea how she was likely to stow away on a plane…and there was no way Eli would be able to come with her…. It was a problem for figuring out later.
Finally, after about half an hour of the boat’s swaying across the grizzly waters Rae decided it was time to climb out of the life boat and down onto the decks. There was no need for her to spend the whole journey in the dark cramped space; after all, there were so few passengers that no one was really checking. Climbing out first she reached back into the life boat and pulled her backpack out. When Eli looked up at her, wagging his tail with those big Disney eyes of his she sighed; “I’m sorry, you can’t come out yet…” Her heart melting when he whined sadly, “If you’re seen-“But before she really had chance to persuade him to lay still a little longer the dog had wiggled out of the crawl space and jumped the gap between the lifeboat and the deck. “Bloody hell, come on then.” She rolled her eyes at the stray that seemed to grin at her happily.
It was in that moment that a handful of the passengers came running out onto the deck. Well, that was un-expected. It didn’t take a genius to see that the two women, three small children and the man who came running towards her were terribly frightened of whatever they were running away from.
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Nov 23, 2012 17:16:28 GMT -5
Dex was being scary as per usual. He liked being scary. He roared and yelled and flapped his wings all about. He wasn’t in the mood for slaughter today so he was simply leading the excess passengers to the lifeboats so they would fuck off. Well he killed one guy but he’d threw a rock at him. Where the hell had he gotten a rock from?
“Rargh, get off me boat yah landlubbing scurvies! Yargh!” Dex had been a pirate for a while. Being on a boat was bringing back welcome memories of rum, death and shiny gold. “I’ll grind your bones to make me Big Macs and all that!”
“Oh, no! It’s a fyarl demon!” One raging nerd cried as he jumped on a lowering life boat tipping it and thus hurting the chances of those onboard that lifeboat making it after this escapade.
“I don’t have wings!” Dex raged slamming his hand against a metal wall (crumpling said metal in the process). Dex could only sigh. He was starting to pick up bits and bobs from the nerds which was more depressing than being constantly recognised as a fictional character.
That was when he saw some bold girl come out of a lifeboat. “How you!?! What you doin’? Get back in that damn lifeboat!” He roared at the girl and her dog. “Bloody Judy Garland rip offs…” he muttered to himself.
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 23, 2012 17:32:40 GMT -5
Daemons.
There were fucking daemons everywhere.
Rae wet her lips, and blinked at the creature when it yelled at her. His roar made Eli growl, and the dog snarled. She caught it by the scruff, and knelt beside him. Rae stroked his little brown ears and shushed him gently, cuddling him into her for a moment.
As she rose, she shouldered her back pack more securely, her eyes watching the people running and panicking around her. Women and children, what was it about these creatures that like to hurt women and children? Wasn’t it a little bit cliché? Couldn’t they find more interesting activities to amuse themselves than preying on the young and feminine? She watched as her previous sleeping sack was taken over by people, she watched as the boats were lowered into the water and the people escaping. Rae cursed her luck quietly, this was clearly not supposed to be part of the plan and whatever was going on here was not going to be the best day of her life. Still, she wanted adventure, adventure she was getting.
“Are you kidding me?” She asked, bolder than she felt on the inside. “I’m not getting back in that damned thing; I’ve been cramped in there for the last three hours.” There didn’t seem to be any point in hiding that fact from him. It was clear, instantly that he was not the usual captain or crew on this boat.
“I’m one of you” She told him, if she had thought about the words before they came out of her mouth it did not show. “Don’t send me off with the humans.” She added; still bold enough to seem confident without seeming arrogant. “I won’t cause trouble; I’m just trying to meet up with my Father in Norway.” The lies were easy to tell. Rae had learnt long ago that creating a character was the best front she had, she put on a decent act, had confidence and most people believed her.
Dressed in her typical all black she looked smaller than normal, wet-look leggings, biker boots, a thick black woollen jumper with a peep of a white ‘boyfriend-shirt’ at the hem. If nothing else, maybe he would pause for a moment. If nothing else and if this daemon was as selfish and chaotic as others, he might see her as useful in some way or another…if for nothing other than the fact she was a young, healthy, female girl with daddy issues. She was, in a nut-shell, the perfect player prey. Her hair, rainbow coloured and artistic was for now tucked up inside a black beanie hat.
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Last Edit: Nov 23, 2012 17:33:15 GMT -5 by Rae-Star Berii
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Nov 23, 2012 17:52:52 GMT -5
Talking back? He hadn’t expected that. Screaming, panic, death; he’d expected that. He hadn’t actually expected someone to fight back. He certainly hadn’t expected it when she declared herself ‘one of you’. Dex had scowled sniffing twice (not before hissing at the dog). She smelt like a human. Then again so did Elementals and Shapeshifters in human form.
“What are you?” Dex asked grumpily his former good mood melting away. It didn’t matter what she was. They weren’t going to Norway. “We ain’t going to Norway.” He told her eyeing the last lifeboat full of people going down. "Your dad'll have to wait if you wanna stay."
He looked her up and down one last moment sizing her up. Took guts to stand up to a demon. She looked like she would snap easily yet she faces up to him. Practically proved she wasn’t human. Guts like that could be useful and if she proved a hindrance he would snap her. It made enough sense to him to spill the beans now. “We’re going to slay the Jormungandr; sea serpent of the Scandinavian ocean.”
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 23, 2012 18:08:18 GMT -5
Rae found herself giving him a look that only teenage girls could give, it was the perfect mix of disgust and admiration as he became grumpy with her. Had she spoilt this little game of frighten the humans? Well good for her. Of course, Rae was hiding her apprehension. She had every intention of going to Norway, father or no father, but the thought had crossed her mind; if there was one daemon on this boat then the chances are there would be others too. Did she really want to get caught up between seven or eight of them? She was not strong enough to defend herself should there be an undesirable eventuality if there were more daemons than just him.
But she knew this cover would work, at least for a little while and it would keep her protected. She knew enough from her studies of her father’s trade, before his death had it pass into her hands, that there were subspecies of immortal and that some were more human than others. Some sub-species, where mutations of human genetics, Elementals and Shape shifters to name but two, when other creatures; such as, daemons and gorgons were usually born or created that way. It brought images of Dr Frankenstein and his monster to her mind and that made her shiver a little.
“Shape shifter.” She answered in one syllable. It wasn’t worth saying more than was necessary now. Now that she had his attention the best thing for her would be to tow-the-line and behave completely. She wanted to give him no further reason to suspect her of anything than the story she had previously given. Rae could pass more easily as a shifter it would mean they would make no requirements to see a demonstration of power in proof, if anything he would request her to shift in front of him. But with no cause to disbelieve her, after all, she had stowed away on a boat with a dog- that was a pretty challenging thing for any normal human to do.
“Okay.” Rae nodded. “And you intend to do that on a cruise-liner?” There was mockery in her voice, though she had not meant for it to be there. It just seemed a little bit ludicrous to her, if he was such a great powerful daemon why did he need such a human invention? Still, she wasn’t complaining, this would prove a useful case-study to her. It might help her in her own personal quest to slay the daemons that literally ripped her family pound by pound of flesh.
“Who is ‘we’?” She asked, he did after all make his party a plural and as she had expected; he wasn’t travelling alone.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Nov 23, 2012 21:15:25 GMT -5
Tyr came strolling from around the corner where he had been attempting a feast. Stealing boats was hungry work, after all. He could hear Dex running about, exercising his pirate voice. So dramatic, Tyr thought, azure orbs rolling in their sockets. His mind went back to the woman who had just been occupying his time. Inhaling deeply, he could remember her scent. Lavender, it had been, nearly overwhelmed by the stink of her fear. How she had begged, but nothing could stop Tyr's play. Methodically, he had went about removing her clothes, ignoring her struggles against the iron of his grip. With a force and suddenness that robbed the woman of her breath, Tyr threw her to the ground.
Sitting on her stomach, he gave her a quick jab to her throat, growing tired of her screaming. "Enough of that." Tyr told her confidently as he examined her chest, tearing away one breast. "I dont know why my father holds such snacks in such high esteem. Ah well, knock it not, until one tries it, I believe the saying goes." Tyr sighed, driving his free hand through the woman's skull and scooping out brains to toss aside like so much garbage. After that, he had stood and begun his walk to where he knew Dex to be, leaving the red room of mangled corpses, both male and female, stinking entrails and other such organs.
Coming to a halt a mere few feet from Dex and some female, Tyr started to cross his arms but stopped to keep from soiling his clothing with gore. "Friend of yours, Dex?" Tyr asked, wearing a bemused expression, allowing the torn breast to drop from his bloody hand. They were to fleshy for his tastes, anyways. He looked the girl up and down, taking note of the dog. "And who is little fido here?"
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Nov 24, 2012 2:15:33 GMT -5
Her look was lost on him. The subtle nuances of human expression were useless to him and the only ones he bothered to take note of most of the time was fear and shock and that was only because they were amusing.
“Shapeshifter”
Well that explained the human smell. He didn’t know how useful a shapeshifter would be on this journey but, at the very least, she could be useful as a meat shield. He was sure shapeshifters had magic too which would be useful so he decided he’d keep her around with some finality in his mind.
“And you intend to do this on a cruise liner?”
He detected mocking which elicited an irritated growl. He knew he shouldn’t care. It was only a shapeshifter after all; hardly fit to dry-clean his suit. Like most Daemons however he was proud at her and mocking stabbed at him little.
“I’m not gonna fly all around the Scandinavian Ocean looking for it. Better not to waste energy before the big fight.” He stated with some measure of stating the obvious.
“Who is ‘we’?”
Just as she asked this a bloody Tyr appeared around the corner holding something Dex believed to be a human breast. The girl looked disdainful enough he knew she wasn’t exactly going to enjoy his friend.
“Him.” Dex answered slinging his thumb in Tyr’s direction. “Shapeshifter stowaway.” He replied shortly to Tyr’s next question almost before it was out “Might be useful.”
“And who is little Fido here?”
For the first time Dex looked the dog over. Gave it a sniff and a suspicious look. “That ain’t your brother or nothing, is it?” He asked Rae glaring suspiciously at the dog.
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 24, 2012 2:30:49 GMT -5
There were two of them.
And the second was not someone Rae had wished to meet ever again. She recognised the slender frame, the swift cut of glossy black hair and the point of his jaw. She recognised the piercing blue eyes. Rae never forgot a face; it was part of the curse of her eidetic memory. It allowed her to remember everything, every single event in her life, picture by sordid little picture. This was one of those photographs (as it flashed into place behind her eyes) that she would rather forget. The daemon had attacked them at the diner, he had blown up a series of cars and had followed them as they tried to escape, slowing they flight to freedom.
To Rae this seemed like years ago, since America she had travelled back to London, found the home she had grown up in, got herself a loan from the bank and had started her research experiments. With that in mind she had travelled back and forth between New York and London a dozen times before deciding to branch out a little further and investigate the tales of Norwegian lore.
Even as she looked at him, Rae could practically feel the sting in her cheeks.
Swallowing on a cotton-dry mouth she ran her tongue over the curve of plush rosy lips and studied the two daemons. Rae had expected her cover to last longer than those mere moments, she had expected to be ignored and left to her own devices, but his arrival nullified that. Deep down she felt fear tingle through her bones, but for now, she heroically kept a lid on it.
“No.” she commented, when the uglier of the two questioned her dog. “No, he’s not my brother.” As her mind was pushed back to Caleb, to thoughts of her brother, her jaw tensed, her fingers curling into small fists. Caleb had been killed by daemons, torn limb from tiny baby limb, just as had been done to the woman whose breast now bloodied the ground. It made Rae feel sick, it made Rae feel angry, but most of all, it reminded her she was stronger than those feelings…she was a survivor, and she would survive this.
Before they had chance to comment, she spoke again, hoping to distract them from discussing her species further; “So if you’re here and he’s here, who’s driving the boat?” A ferry like this would probably have an auto route, a team of four drivers, all manning their buttons and stations. But that would be useless to them if they never intended to get to Norway….and the four men’s positions would have to be filled, boats were machines, and Rae knew machines did not manoeuvre their selves.
Behind her the last of the orange life boats of the P&O ferry dropped into the water, cut free. Well, she was stuck here now. There was no way she was going into the icy, cold water in any attempt of escape. It was time to make the best of this bad situation.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Nov 24, 2012 4:59:46 GMT -5
Tyr yawned, wiping his hands off on a nearby child before tossing it overboard. Cleaned up a bit, he reached up to smooth back some of his black hair, azure orbs showing much more than the barest hints of boredom. Inhaling deeply, he thought of what a fine day it was. Blood hung thick in the air along with the stench of fear. Children, men, and women alike screamed, be it from pain or sheer terror.
Staring at the girl, Tyr said nothing, his lips pursed and hands balled into fists. "Look, I know what your thinking," he spoke bluntly. "And i find it both offensive and slightly flattering for some reason." She seemed familiar somehow.. As if he had met her somewhere. That rainbow mcskittles hair... Mmm, taste the rainbow, Tyr salivated slightly in his mind, wandering from candy to candy land. Candy land was a board game, right? Board game, board game... Game.. Game? Games. Tyr had just been playing a game, hadn't he? Sadly his partner had not been made of the sturdy stuff required for such fun and had broken easily.
Blinking at the girl, Tyr continued "I must kindly ask you to stop picturing me naked. The image is quite distracting and i cannot have it popping into my head every time one of you thinks it." he pointed at the two of them warningly. "have we come to an understanding?"
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Nov 24, 2012 7:16:55 GMT -5
Dex stopped glaring at the dog when she confirmed he was not her brother. He noticed her jaw tense; her fists curl; and he knew what she was feeling. Dex may not be indoctrinated in the subtle nuances of human emotion but the pain of losing a family member was universal. He could relate. Losing Dax… It was the hardest thing he ever experienced. His own flesh and blood dead and murdered… It was a hard thing and he respected this little girl for going through it and coming out the other side still a fighter.
“So if you’re here and he’s here, who’s driving the boat?”
Dex frowned. He looked over at Tyr. He looked at himself. He looked at her. He scowled. He looked over at Tyr. “He was.” Dex answered confusedly pointing at Tyr. Then his expression darkened “Why ain’t you driving the boat? I told you to drive the boat.”
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 24, 2012 7:27:54 GMT -5
They may have lots of power and be rather dangerous, in fact they could probably crush her pretty quick, but between the two of them there appeared to be a few brain cells missing and a lot of respect for command lacking. It was difficult to tell which of them was in charge and it was difficult to tell which one of them would be the worse foe. Rae did not voice her opinion that they were becoming more of a comedy duo than a set of scary daemons, she did not wish to transform them to rage and once again scary daemons; but the private thought in her mind settled her incredibly.
Both were so self-assured, that was for certain and she did not intend on getting on the wrong side of either of them. “Trust me.” She said, carefully, voice dripping with sensible British sarcasm, “I’m not picturing you naked. I rather enjoyed my breakfast this morning and would like to keep it in my stomach.” But she understood enough, he was vein, proud, had a sense of humour of sorts. If she could remember that, maybe it would help her keep abreast of this situation. Still, if she was arrogant to assume herself more than mere average then perhaps she would be hindered by vanity as he was. Some people…creatures…were just too pretty for their own good.
The scowl on the other suggested that he thought he was in charge here, and that he was miffed to find out that he evidently was not as in charge as he thought. It was time for Rae to earn her life. “I can drive it.” The eighteen year old offered gentle “I can probably hack into the auto-pilot system and change the course too, if you have some co-ordinates?” She offered, her fingers twinned in Eli’s fur, keeping the animal close to her and keeping herself calm with his warm touch.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Nov 24, 2012 9:04:02 GMT -5
Tyr tapped his foot impatiently and glared at Dex "First of all, no one tells me what to do. You are not my father." he began, venom in his voice as he eyed the female to make sure she thought no more dirty thoughts about him "And second, I obviously have a nearly non existent attention span so do not attempt to assign me tasks. Father told me my blood is above such menial work." And with that Tyr turned his nose up, feeling he put on an air of awesome superiority.
"And thirdly," Tyr began but quickly cut himself off. "Hey!" he pointed his finger accusingly at the female "What did i tell you about such impure thoughts towards me? Cease them immediately!" he crossed his arms until he felt satisfied she had stopped thinking about him. After a few moments of thought, Tyr's mouth dropped open "I do suppose someone should go drive this boat." He admitted.
Up came the finger once more, pointing at the same girl in the same accusing way "But not her! She seeks to worm herself into our midst, worming through the wormy earth, crawling through mud and such with typical WORMINESS of a WORM." Tyr paused to gather he breath and began again "Well I for one shall not stand for it! I will have no worms driving my boat! They can see, they can hear, they cant smell," he rattled off, making up facts as he went along "They have no souls, are distantly related to the peacock, and are prone to highly flammable, extremely explosive flatulence."
Tyr ended his tirade, crossing his arms over his chest, every last brain cell devoted to very real seeming but purely fabricated group of fans that surrounded him, cheering him on with praises of his awesomeness. He actually blushed, waving his hand at people who weren't there "I know, I know." he chuckled.
Post by Dex Al'Kordon on Nov 24, 2012 10:18:39 GMT -5
“Sorry, Tyr. I should’ve drove the boat while you handled the humans.” Dex apologised. A non-daemon would find getting him to apologise a much harder thing to do but Dex found all Daemon his kin so he gave them special consideration.
The girl spoke and his eyes lit up as finally she produced a use for herself. She could drive the boat. All she needed were co-ordinates and he had them. They were the very thing that had driven him into this quest; co-ordinates of an attack made by the Jormungandr not six days ago. It was bound to be near there.
However just as Dex was about to welcome her to the team and take her up to the control room Tyr exploded in insanity. He forced himself not to anger during the whole insane tirade. Tyr would be invaluable during combat. He had to tell himself that. He had little else to cling on to.
“She isn’t a worm.” Dex replied gruffly after the demon was finished but he seemed to be in his own world. “I’ve got co-ordinates.” He told the shapeshifting girl. “Come on.” He said leading her away from the insane demon and up into the control room…
“I am Dexicolomew Hartygrayhound; Red Horn Daemon; but you may call me Dex.”
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 24, 2012 10:37:04 GMT -5
Rae held her breath. This was going to become an explosion surely? She was stuck in the middle of these two daemons who could not decide if they were fighting each other or being best friends. It was making her anxious, and just watching them made her glad she was human. Well, for the sake of her disguise she was a shape-shifter of course. Why hadn’t the daemon given her away to his friend? Was it that he had an ulterior motive? Something he was going to use against her later? Or maybe she was so inconsequential to him that she counted for nothing? Maybe he had the luxury of forgetting her?
And why did he keep making comments and sexual references? It was beginning to make Rae uncomfortable and this time as he mentioned impure thought processes she actually blushed. It did not help her argument that she was not having impure thoughts. He was a daemon for hells sake, it annoyed her that he thought she was having any of the implicated considerations. She wasn’t…at least, she was sure she wasn’t.
Then his finger lurched in her direction and Rae swallowed. She held her tongue as he compared her to a worm and wet her lips slowly, listening to his outburst, there was no purpose in her angering him further, and it would do her no favours she was sure. He was crazy. She was sure of it, and the last thing she needed was for him to get some crazy thought in his mind- anger or lust, or feel that she was giving out those feelings to him. She knew, deep down, that fighting him off would be almost impossible on the boat.
Again the argued and the conversation went back and forth. The uglier of the two spoke directly to her now, and offered her a moment’s piece away from the crazy one. Rae took it, of course. She shouldered her backpack, tightening the strap a little and made to follow him into the control room. In pursuit, Eli and Rae passed by the crazier of the two, and Rae had to call Eli to her side as he snarled and growled at the daemon defensively. Eli, it seemed, did not appreciate his comments either.
Self-consciously, Rae pulled her jumper closer around her frame, hugging herself with an arm as she followed into the heart of the ship.
