Post by Zyxyz Golthrum on Jul 5, 2011 21:45:00 GMT -5
Italy
"Who is this?" "Names are so unimportant... don't you think?" "Who is this?" the deeper of the voices repeated. "I suppose not. I'm Jacob Mendez. Feel free to look me up in your databases." "I am. How did you get this number?" "Google." A snorting, girlishly-shrill chuckle. "Funny." Ding. Words blurred as they rushed to the screen of a handheld device. Jacob Mendez. Accomplished ex-Demon of Rome. Strange for Zyxyz to have not heard of him. The surprisingly high-pitched (for a Demon) voice continued, "I'm sure you're well aware now. They use the same old BLING!" Zyxyz pulled the phone from his ear as Jacob snorted out another ear-piercing chuckle and pressed his ear back to it after itd ended. "Why did you contact me?" he questioned. "Oh, yes, of course! How silly of you, Jacob, how silly! I have a job for you in-" "A job?" Zyxyz interrupted. Jacob cleared his throat as if he were rudely interrupted (which he had been) and repeated, "A job. If you had let me talk, I would have gone on to say that it is a dangerous job near Scandinavia." "What, got a Bigfoot on the loose?" "Hardly. The situation is a bit more... life-threatening than that. Think wetter and bigger." "Your wife?" "Not humorous. Think." Zyxyz sighed. He was quite tired of this game. "Look, I don-" A screech burst out, "Jörmungandr!!!" x Zyxyz froze. x He'd been told he would have help. He'd been assured they were worth their salt. He didn't buy one word. The man offered something Zyxyz wanted, though. Clever ole Demon. Zyxyz got on the plane, flew to Norway, and was now waiting at the designated place. He'd already searched the place for any 'surprises' and was satisfied that he was the only thing that was seeing the empty alley before him. It was a matter of waiting to see who showed now and deciding for certain if he would do this crazy thing. Wait.
The Jorgmungandr. The World Snake. A giant sea serpent depicted as the arch-nemesis of Thor in many Norse legends. To think that someone was planning an expidition to kill the beast, and on top of that, one full of mystical beings. It was insane. Foolish. It was the chance of a lifetime.
When the demon had contacted her on her way to India, Tamreta had believed him to be spouting nonsense. Still, as crazy as he sounded, she had been intrigued and listened to his proposition. His offer had stoked in her the need to see the great beast for herself, to learn all the secrets it kept hidden away in its watery home. That she would have to kill it was disappointing, but at least she would have help. She had been assured of that.
So now she was in a quaint town on the coast of Norway. It was a quiet place, very well suited to her tastes. She looked around at the few people she passed, and smiled to herself. There was no doubt she stood out in this place, and not just because she was clothed head to foot in dark clothing. The form she had taken for this journey was that of a Brazilian woman with grey eyes and long, dark hair. Her size was also well above the average. It was truly funny; she had shifted so she wouldn't stick out.
Her good humor chilled slightly as she turned down the alley where she would meet the others she would work with. Even without him hulking there, the overwhelming stench of demon let her know that one of the party had arrived. Not all beings could sense the presence of demons. Reapers were one of a special few who could as a defense since...well, that was in the past.
Tamreta gazed over at him, analyzing him, before she walked over and held out a gloved hand. "Tamreta," she said simply. "May I know your name?"
Post by Shea Willowglow on Jul 8, 2011 13:33:32 GMT -5
Why had she picked the only backpacker going to Norway?! Shea sat sullenly in a particularily tall spreading tree - she didn't know what to call it - occasionally throwing tiny pebbles at the passerbys. Even the look ot total confusion on their faces did little to raise her spirits.
Since arriving here she had almost been crushed, buffeted by winds, and rained on. Oh wait, almost forgot that I am freezing as well, she thought bitterly. She was used to the steamy climates of southern Spain, not Norway! Always bad luck. Why couldn't she catch a break and find something fun to do in this cursed place?
It was several hours later that her wish was granted. Out of the corner of her eyes Shea noticed a tall, dark man head into a side alley. She shrugged and returned to pelting people. Then something piqued her curiosity. Another dark person was headed towards that very same alley, and she stood out more than the man had. Shea fluttered her wings, her eyes glinting mischievously. What could be going on over there? Must be something fun.
Leaping from her perch, the tiny Fae flitted on over. Later there would be accounts of a giant purple butterfly in the city which would attract hordes of butterfly catchers, but at the moment Shea didn't care if she had been seen. She had evoked invisibility which let her get real close to the two without detection. Now she could see what was going on.
Post by Zyxyz Golthrum on Jul 10, 2011 8:38:58 GMT -5
Zyxyz watched her approach and stretch a hand towards him. She introduced herself, requesting to know his name and he couldn't help but chuckle. He extended an arm and grasped her hand (which was uncomfortably cold for his tastes) giving a firm shake and nodding slightly. "Interesting to pair me up with a Reaper." He shook his head and added with a chuckle, "Maybe he is insane." He glanced the robed-figure over (as best he could) and continued, "Ah! My name! Sincere apologies, I'm Zyxyz Tisus Golthrum, Magister of the Demons of Rome. Zyxyz will do, though." x He released his grip on her hand and rested himself on a wooden crate that was close behind him. "Should we wait a bit for more help or do you think that the old Demon was crazy enough to only send two?" He mulled a moment, looking over Tamreta. Demons and Reapers had certainly had a bit of a history (though who didn't have history with the Demons?), but he was more than willing to overlook such a thing. This was a chance to do something that had literally never been done before and he was NOT going to let pride OR racial tension get in the way... not for something this big.
Tamreta smiled slighty at the demon when he gaver her his name. "Zyxyz. A good name, and much less of a mouthful to say. Your pride in your full title is admirable, though," she replied. He seemed capable enough, this demon. His firm grip, the way he held himself, it told her all she needed to know. She could rely on him in the up-coming hunt.
"Despite how crazy he seems, I doubt that your friend would have only two on this particular mission. Even a demon and a reaper could not hope to kill the creature without some god-sent stroke of luck." Chuckling, she looked around the alley as if another member might appear. For some reason she felt as if someone was already there. Well, maybe there was. She smiled secretly to herself. "It seems as though we will have to wait a little while for another member to show."
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Post by Shea Willowglow on Jul 12, 2011 23:43:51 GMT -5
"You two aren't human?!" Shea cried out in surprise. Still invisible, she immediately covered her mouth with her hands. Stupid, stupid. Didn't she know better to talk when something this big was happening? She beat herself up about for all of three seconds before going back to her curious self. They already knew she was there. Might as well talk some more, though she would still stay invisible. Why waste some perfectly good fun.
Shrugging, she flitted over and settled herself on top of the male's head. She ran tiny fingers through his soft locks as she chattered. "You see, I thought you two giants were meeting here to plan some sort of assassination. Knowing you guys are actually a reaper and demon makes everything SO much more interesting. So..." she paused for a single breath, "What are you guys going to kill? Is it some blood-thirsty beast terrorizing a town nobody knows about. Tell me, por favor. Maybe I can help you guys out."
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Jul 13, 2011 1:07:09 GMT -5
When Joseph had first heard the call, he'd reacted the same way any sane person would have reacted. Snidely. He hadn't much stock in demons, in his opinion they were arrogant creatures that needed more holy water to the face than they did respect. But the job promised money...and he did need money. For more drink, for more pain medication. That was really all he needed, and he'd run out of both quite recently. Hell, he barely ate in the Reich, why would his appetite stoke itself now? So he'd accepted, and flown from the warm shores of Rio to the iciness of Scandinavia. "Jesus Heinrich, you would have loved the fucking weather...Always fancied yourself a viking you arrogant little shit." he snarled, shivering and pulling his coat tighter around his skinny body. Norway was cutting to his bones, freezing the marrow and giving him a vicious headache. The cold wrapped itself around the steel of his brace and threatened to freeze the metal. Great. If he was out here, he certainly didn't need to replace a seventy year old piece of footware. The damn thing had hung on this long, it couldn't shatter now.
Apparently this was the place they were hunting this beast. Jorg something or other. A gigantic sea snake.
Personally, Joseph had an ironic paranoia of the supernatural. Anything with more or less legs than he did that could talk wasn't normal. At all. Better more of them were dead, not that anyone in his age would have agreed with him. Joseph's fingers scrabbled in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. After a few frustrating flicks, smoke curled into the air. He thanked the gods of nicotine for the gift as he clenched the cigarette between his teeth.
Now, to find the other suicidal idiots.
He heard a tinny, high pitched squeak. Being a werebeast had its advantages, and better hearing in general was one of them. "That'd be them." he mumbled. He didn't expect to hear English here, so anything out of the ordinary must be what he was seeking. He approached the group gingerly, using his cane and brace to walk. He was notably shorter than most all of them, being an inch under five feet was enough to put him in the dwarf category for most people. "I assume you're the people hunting the snake?" he asked, a bit snidely. He didn't want to come off as a moron if they turned around and stared. "Christ, you look skinnier than me." he eyed the reaper. He'd read about them, never seen one. Hideously unattractive thing.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Tamreta glanced curiously from the voice coming from the top on Zyxyz's head to the new player that had just arrived on the scene. She had to look down quite a ways to meet his eyes as he was more than a foot shorter than she, though once she met them she had a hard time resisting a frown. They were those of a man paranoid of and angry at the world. His manners could use a bit of work, too. Really, who insulted a reaper, and one courteous enough to use a human form at that?
Giving him a chilly smile, she took off her glove to shake his hand. "My name is Tamreta, and yes, we are the ones hunting the snake," she told him using her most soothing voice. It worked on crazed beasts. Surely it could smooth the ruffled feathers of a cranky old man.
Her keen eyes noticed right away the way he limped, only enhanced by the brace he wore. Perhaps there was another way she could calm him down. After he told her his name, of course. She needed that much courtesy before she would offer her services.
Post by Zyxyz Golthrum on Jul 17, 2011 19:03:13 GMT -5
"You two aren't human?!" rang through the air from thin air. Zyxyz darted his head to where the sound seemed to originate. There was silence for a moment and then he felt a slight weight on his head and the sensation of tiny fingers coursing through his hair. It was actually kind of enjoyable. The unseen specter continued, "You see, I thought you two giants were meeting here to plan some sort of assassination. Knowing you guys are actually a reaper and demon makes everything SO much more interesting. So..." she paused for a single breath, "What are you guys going to kill? Is it some blood-thirsty beast terrorizing a town nobody knows about. Tell me, por favor. Maybe I can help you guys out." x Zyxyz chuckled after the high-pitched voice finished it's excited chatter and carefully nodded his head, not wanting to throw the being from his head... besides, it felt nice. "My, my!" Zyxyz exclaimed softly. "What in the world have we here? Is it a darling Fae?" he guessed and waited a moment to see if she would answer. "I've had diplomatic relations with your sort before and I certainly am rather fond of you heroic chaps. Of course you can come... as long as the Reaper here has no problem with it." As he finished he looked over at Tamreta to ensure it was fine with her and saw her glance suddenly in another direction. Zyxyz slowly turned his own to have a small, limping figure meet his gaze. He nodded to it after Tamreta had spoken, acknowledging him. He had a cane and leg brace, but there had to be more to this chap than the eye could reveal just now for him to be coming on such a quest. He was likely worth his weight in salt for a Demon of Rome to have selected him, anyway. "I'm Zyxyz, my deceptive friend. The fellow on my head, I do not know, but she is amazingly strong and well-suited for the upcoming battle." He sniffed almost unnoticeably. "You smell like Werebeast." he stated flatly, as uninsultingly as possible, then after a considering pause said, "You seem rather familiar, are you Austrian?"
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Post by Amaya Noble on Jul 17, 2011 21:14:33 GMT -5
After receiving a strange phone call from a strange man, Amaya had left the USA and made her way to a quiet town somewhere in Norway. Apparently, there was a vague offer of her helping fight off a beast called the "Jorgmungandr." Of course, Amaya had never heard of such a thing, but on her trip she managed to learn a few things. It was big, strong, and was going to take a lot of planning and brute force to kill the thing. It seemed like a suicide trip, but the man on the phone said there would be others, so maybe she lucked out and her teammates would be superhuman, or something similar.
So, ignoring the only sane part of her that told her to ignore the phone call, Amaya made it to Norway and began her little search for her teammates. The town was so small from her aerial point of view. The humans looked like tiny little ants and the buildings like small dollhouses. It was almost cute. She tucked her large, feathered wings in just enough for her to dive down to the city and land with a faint thud on the roof of an unsuspecting building. As she scanned the city in search of a group of people that she assumed would be her party, she allowed her wings to tuck in close to her back. Each feather was black at the base and silver towards the tip, which meant that when the sun caught them in just the right way, she would seem to sparkle.
Her head snapped down and to her left when she heard a voice below. "I'm Zyxyz, my deceptive friend. The fellow on my head, I do not know, but she is amazingly strong and well-suited for the upcoming battle." Amaya couldn't help but note at how odd of a name that was. She took a step to the edge of the building and looked down the alleyway. There was a small group of assorted people. Her eyes instantly locked onto the man named Zyxyz.
She stepped from the roof and fell to the ground, though her wings allowed her to land softly. "You're like me," she said with a perplexed expression on her face. As she looked him over, her wings simply melted into her body, making her seem as if she was any normal 20 year old woman. After a few moments of looking over the other demon she looked at the other beings in the group. There was an older man that smelt odd, but a refreshing odd. Like nature. The smell put the faintest of smiles on her face. Then she turned to look at a Brazilian woman who was covered head to toe in depressing clothing. She reeked of death.
Amaya wasn't very educated on the assorted beings that scattered the earth, but she had heard a lot of stories. Based on what she had heard from humans, the Brazilian woman might very well be a sort of death bringer, or grim reaper. In which case, Amaya made a note not to annoy the woman. As for the man who smelled of nature, Amaya wasn't sure. Maybe some sort of elf or werecreature? She mentally cursed herself for not reading up on beings before leaving home.
Post by Shea Willowglow on Jul 18, 2011 1:12:09 GMT -5
Shea leaned forward in excitement at the arrival of the new people. Everyone here looked so different! The handsome demon she was perched on, and who was very nice. She giggled a little at his compliment of her kind. There was the tall reaper who looked nothing like the stories she had heard. Polite, yet chilly. A short old timer with a beak-like nose and a bad attitude who Zyxyz called a werebeast. Then there was the other girl...
Her wings fluttered in agitation as the latest person fell in...literally. She had bright blonde hair, the shade of which she had not seen for a long time. She clenched her hands in Zyxyz's hair as she glared at the girl. From what she said, this one was also a demon.
"What are you doing here? Shoo, go away," she said rather rudely. By then her invisibility had faded away and her bright violet wings were clearly visible. That, and the glare she wore. "You are nothing like Zyxyz, tu mujer perdida! Shoo!" Her wings fluttered again as she emphasized her words with a dismissive hand.
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Jul 19, 2011 0:31:46 GMT -5
"German." Joseph grunted. "The very least you could do in this locale is speak the language. I could hear you from all the way over there, you all stick out like a sore thumb." He leaned on his cane, shifting in the cold. It seemed the gang was all here. Two demons, a fae, a reaper and a werebeast. Well, they were going to make a fine bunch out here in God's Tits Nowhere now weren't they? "I suggest we begin by inquiring about the beast's whereabouts with the locals. Specifically fishermen. If they've noticed a gap in their fishing grounds, or recent attacks, word will have spread around here. I also hope you've brought some cash with you, local sort, as we might need to grease palms if they're superstitious. Which, considering the legends about this snake, they will be. They might even go so far as to protect it, but who can say? Now, I'll be optimistic and assume you've hired an adequately sized ship to take us out on the waters...unless anyone can swim in freezing waters without their extremeties falling off." he looked at the fae. They would have a real difficulty keeping her small body mass warm. Even his own was having trouble in this weather, and he was tough as shoe leather.
He shifted, lifting his brace up slightly. The metal was colder than hell, and he could feel the burn against his calf. "My name is Joseph Goebbels. Sound familiar? Well, it should and I want no questions asked about it. If I'm going to mark tombstones I should know names as well. After introductions we should meet in a more sensible place than freezing our tits off. Let's start with you, you look like a ringleader." he said, gesturing with his cane at Zyxyz. He puffed cigarette smoke into the air, looking around to the assorted group. He always had a bristled exterior with strangers. Those who knew him had soon figured out it was more to do with the constant pain in his leg than any natural hostility. He was actually quite genial with pain pills or a pot of hot water to stick his leg in.
But right now, it was cold, and they were standing around outside with very little explanation or plan.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Tamreta let her hand fall unnoticed back to her side. So far it seemed the meeting was not going quite as well as could be hoped for. The little Shee fae on top of Zyxyz's head was almost spitting at the newest addition to their party. As it was, she only hoped the girl could not understand Spanish. Everything would go much smoother if she didn't.
Then there was the old man. Joseph he said his name was. He had already started planning what course of action they should take which implied he had held a commanding office sometime in the past. Perhaps it was related to the reason why he thought they should all know his name. She, personally, did not. It had been a long time since she last visited Germany, or Europe for that matter. Not since before the first World War.
Ah, that reminded her. Casually, she touched the wall behind her with her bare hand. Her eyes closed for a brief second then opened again. A secret smile hid at the corner of her lips as she pulled her glove back over her hand. Every mission needed a base of operations before they could begin.
"Pardon me," she interrupted calmly. She waited until she had everyone's attention, including the fuming fae's, before she continued. "Like Joseph here has mentioned, we may wish to find someplace warmer where we can discuss strategy and other topics more comfortably. Now, there is an alehouse nearby if you all would like to go. It is small, private, and serves good food and drink...or so I have heard."
Post by Zyxyz Golthrum on Jul 23, 2011 12:44:40 GMT -5
Zyxyz frowned as the Fae spewed off at the other Demon. He reached a hand up and clasped her gently, bringing her down into his hands careful to not touch her wings. He bowed deeply to the other Demon. "I am, in fact, like you. Zyxyz Golthrum, for the nth time." He chuckled with a great smile on his face. He discreetly raised the beautiful Fae to his eye level and whispered very quietly so that none could have heard, "There is use for her, my delightful little friend. If one must die in the quest, let it be her and not you. We'll use her and be done with her." He winked at the smaller creature and placed her on his shoulder so their heads would be even with each other to represent equality betwixt the two. He smiled at the other Demon. "What might be your name, fair Demon?" x He nodded at the man who had introduced himself as Joseph Goebbels. "Either you are very conveniently named and bred or you are the man I did my graduating report on to become a Demon of Rome. From the looks of you, I'd have to say you are the same. An interesting surprise to meet you." He quieted to hear out the Reaper and nodded. "She's right. The charming Fae in particular is likely extremely cold and it's only getting more windy by the moment. Let's get someplace where body mass doesn't affect how long we survive. You say you know a place, Tamreta, then lead on. We can continue any quarrels or conversations there." He smiled at them all warmly, topping the diplomatic phrase as perfectly as he could. Goebbels wasn't the only one cold. He was used to the warm beaches of Italy, not this hole.
Post by Shea Willowglow on Jul 24, 2011 20:31:41 GMT -5
Shea struggled futilely against the hand that held her. Despite the gentle grip it was still very uncomfortable not being able to move. Her wings were out of the way which she was thankful for. If they had been crumpled by the force of the grip they would have taken forever to heal, and she would have been landbound. Vulnerable.
As it was she had already bitten Zyxyz's hand by the time he began to speak to her. She calmed slightly when he put her on his shoulder, but she was still miffed at him. "I understand, but that doesn't mean that I will be nice," she muttered in his ear. Fluttering her wings she yanked on a lock of his hair and glared over at the demon girl for extra measure before settling down in the crook of his neck where it was warmest. Now that everyone was talking about the cold she had started to feel a bitter chill.
At the mention of an alehouse, Shea perked up almost immediately. There was the problem of being seen, but she didn't pay attention to that pesky little thought. A warm place with alcohol sounded perfect right now.
