Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 5, 2015 1:08:53 GMT -5
"Is there anything you don't understand?" The voice on the television screen asked Marcus. The daemon was sitting on a couch, in a bachelor pad that was covered head to toe in black and white coloring. The tv was a flat screen, and the couch was black. On the tv screen was nothing, absolute darkness; however, there was a voice that came from the tv. It was robotic, and told nothing of who the owner of the voice was, other than the person was very cautious.
"Yeah, yeah. I got everything down." Marcus felt a little vulnerable, talking to the hidden person while not being hidden himself. Of course, the person behind the screen couldn't see him, but that person could hear him just fine. If something where to ever happen, that person knew Marcus' voice well, and was probably even tape recording him right now. He could be dead within weeks from just talking to someone.
The daemon took a cigarette bud from the ashtray on his coffee table and inhaled it. He was given a good rush from the large puffs entering his lungs. It was too bad that the rush wasn't as strong as it use to be. "I'll be doing everything you asked, mister Enigma, as long as you deliver upon your promise." While Marcus spoke, he released the tainted air from his nose, feeling a great painful burn flow through his nostrils.
"Yes... Yes. I have what you want," the voice said. Just in that moment, someone knocked on his door. Marcus looked at it for a while until the voice continued. "As I promised. First, a woman of ours for your nightly enjoyment."
Marcus looked at the screen again, more wearily than ever. He was currently in an apartment in Egypt, randomly chosen, yet one of the most average in the land. Marcus told no one where he was, and asked for his special lady friend to be delivered at another isolated area, while she was very unconscious. Yet here she was, delivered at his apartment doorsteps?
Reluctantly, Marcus stood up and placed on some dark jeans. He thought about placing on a shirt, but figured that it would be too much trouble just to put it on. Marcus' wings were very majestic, but extremely large. Placing on a shirt was nothing but a chore thanks to his genes, and he hated chores.
Slowly, Marcus stepped toward his front door, a silver desert eagle firmly held between his hands. His mind wasn't pinging yet, so he wasn't about to die from whatever was on the other side. Even still, his sixth sense power had a few defects every now and then, and it was always better for Marcus to be prepared for death than to have death take him by surprise.
When Marcus made it to the door, he slowly opened it, but quickly held up his gun, prepared to shoot whoever was on the other side.
Morgan had stolen away, hiding upon the large freight ship headed south from France across the Mediterranean. That was all she knew, not where she was going or how she was going to get in to whatever country she was going to land at. She was not worried about that however, she would deal with whatever would come when it happened. She was just glad to be out of France. After that extremely crazy night club, her hateful mother, and everything else that had happened she did not care where she ended up, as long as it was well away from where she had been. Which amounted to a whole lot of...nowhere. Now she was headed to SOMEWHERE, even though she had no idea where that somewhere would be.
The ship had landed sometime in the afternoon. It was still light outside, but the sun was headed downwards and was extremely close to the horizon. Morgan hefted her backpack up on her back higher, and kept her head down. Her black hood covered her face, and she had slipped off the ship among a large throng of people and quickly lost herself in the crowd, seeming like just another person walking along the docks. She moved along, looking around then quickly dodged down a back alley.
There she leaned against a brick wall, heaving a deep sigh and releasing a breath she did not even know she had been holding. She realized it was really hot, extremely dry despite the fact that they where near the ocean. It had not been that long aboard the ship, so she guess that she was somewhere upon the top of Africa. Where in Africa, she was not sure and would need to find out really soon so she could get a feeling for where she was at. No need to do something reckless and dangerous such as accidentally wandering in to Uganda or something.
She pushed away from the wall, shoving her thumbs underneath the backpack and hiking it up higher upon her back, then setting off down the alley and back on to the street. She had a small list of things to get done in her mind tonight that where highly important. First she needed to find out where she was, and possibly somewhere with free computer. Then she could find out a little more about wherever it was she was. However that would just make things easier for her, but was not the most important thing. She needed to find out where she was, find someplace to sleep, and find something to eat.
She was walking along the street, when she noticed somebody leading another girl along the street. The girl was young, about her own age and...well it just did not seem very right. She began to follow the two, making sure to stay back and out of sight with several between them and herself. The male leading the female seemed to be in a hurry, moving through the lengthening shadows cast by the buildings as the sun began to sink below the horizon. She would not have the luxury of getting to watch her first sunset here tonight.
She stopped behind a stall, looking like she was looking at the wears the seller was attempting to sell her but she watched as the man went up some steps, followed by the female. Peeking around the pole, she watched the male bend down and whispering in the female's ear then quickly leaving. Morgan raised both her eyebrows, wondering what exactly was going on. Thinking perhaps the female had been left there alone, Morgan moved out from behind the stall and brushing away the sales man she moved towards the stairs. She blinked, watching for a moment and looking up the stairs.
The young girl was still standing there, quietly staring at the door with her hands behind her back. Morgan began to ascend the stairs when the suddenly the girl must have heard her. She gasped, spinning around and her eyes widened as she saw Morgan. Quickly she raised her hands, trying to wave Morgan away urgently but Morgan wanted to make sure the girl was alright. Morgan moved further up the stairs, coming abreast of the other female when the door suddenly opened and a silver gun was thrust out. Both Morgan and the girl went wide eyed, staring at the weapon in their faces.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 5, 2015 19:29:48 GMT -5
Marcus wa incredibly surprised when he opened the door. Standing behind it were two girls. One that looked like she was dressed especially for Marcus' delivery, and another that looked like she was prepared to sleep by the dumpsters. The one rightly dressed was probably his package, and the one that seemed dirty was most likely a too curious homeless teen.
"Get in here, both of you," Marcus ordered, stepping to the side of the door frame so they could come in. If neither moved as quick as Marcus ordered, the daemon would fire a shot to the ceiling. That would surely get them moving.
When they were inside, Marcus would walk out the house and search for anything suspicious. If there was a strangely placed vehicle or someone specifically watching him, Marcus would catch them in that moment.
Unluckily, though, he would find nothing, and walk back inside as quickly as he walked out, his dark wings flapping in frustration. He would slam the door while on his way in, then angrily look at the two girls as though they had done the wrong thing to him.
"Tell me your name, and who the hell brought you here," he would say to the girl that was properly dressed for a teen forced prostitute. To the one that seemed homeless, he would look at her and say, "You too. And for the love of Varos, you better cooperate."
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 6, 2015 18:13:39 GMT -5
Morgan narrowed her eyes at the man, crossing her arms and not moving an inch even after he fired his gun. She was not one to be bullied so easily. She stepped aside, happily letting him check to make sure nobody else was there. She could not really blame him, seeing as two girls had just shown up on his doorstep. She huffed at his arrogance, and stood her ground unmoved. She had had plenty of experience with firearms already by now, and was not scared of them anymore like she had been. However she was not going to take any chances, and when he began to threaten, she clenched her hands and began pulling energy from around her. There was plenty of electricity in the air, around her from the sand, and the electric lights all around them. Her hair began to rise a little, the static energy building around her and upon her body as she drew the energy about her towards herself in case she had to defend herself violently against this aggressive male.
"I am NOT stepping inside your home, you bare chested neanderthal! How dare you point a gun at me and fire! You could have hurt somebody! Besides, I do not care who you are, I was just seeing if this girl was alright as some dude fairly dragged her bodily up these stairs. I see that this is something I have absolutely no interest in getting involved in, so good day to you!"
She huffed, and turning she bounded down the stairs two at a time and jack knifed the last three and landed upon the ground. She was NOT about to go in to some person's damn house she did not know, for any reason. He could be a serial killer or rapist. She had no intentions of finding out if he was one, the other, both, or neither. Though she did have to admit his wings where interesting, she was not about to let her curiosity get the better of her and get her in to trouble. AGAIN.
Walking down the road, Morgan continued to look for a place to sleep. She finally came upon what looked like what could only be ruins of some sort of temple, with two sphinx like statues flanking a large obelisk of some sort. She looked around, finding it to be dark and thus nobody was really around and began to explore the ruins. They where almost completely worn away, with little left and she quickly decided that sleeping here was not going to be an option. The place was far to open and seeing as it was probably a popular tourist attraction she quickly be spotted and possibly arrested. That was not something she wanted to happen.
She began to move away from the destroyed temple, but paused when she noticed that there was a dark passage leading down beneath the earth. She was intrigued, and slowly moved towards the opened and stared in to the passage. There was not any light, but thankfully she did not need a light source. She was perfectly capable of seeing in the dark, and so she simply strode in to the tunnel. Following it along, she came in to what could only be some sort of museum. She blinked, looking around her finding the place strangely quiet. She began to wander around, exploring as quietly as possible just in case there was a guard somewhere or another however she doubted it.
Everything down here looked to be incredibly heavy and would be almost impossible to steal. The smaller objects where locked up behind glass and anything free floating was simply worthless junk such as papers and silly things. She continued rummaging around, picking up a few items here and there and tucking them in to her pockets or backpack. Just silly things for most, but all treasures to herself. A paper clip here, a stapler off a desk full of staples, a disposable plastic cup with a lid out of the trash (she did throw the straw away however) as well as several other things.
Suddenly she came upon a separate room that appeared to be nothing more then a library. With interest, she began to wander in to the room and looked at things. She pulled books down occasionally, thumbing through them before replacing them on the shelves with out really reading them. Even though she could see, she simply did not feel comfortable reading them in pitch blackness. However she came across a collection of long cylindrical tubes, and with her eyebrows furrowed she approached them. She began rummaging through them, and pausing she picked one up. Curious to see what was inside, she opened the tube and peered down inside it and blinked in surprise.
Inside was a tube of paper, rolled up to fit inside the protective plastic tubing it was stored with in, and Morgan instantly knew what it was. They where ancient scrolls, possibly back from the times when the Egyptians where still worshiping their ancient gods and building things such as sphinx monuments and the Pyramids. She slid the tube back in to the rack with the others, and noticed one shoved farther back behind all the others. Reaching over the rest, she grabbed it and slowly pulled it out. Wipe thick layers of dust and cobwebs off it, she slowly retreated to a corner where she curled up, back against the wall and her backpack beside her.
She opened the tube for the scroll, and very gently turned it over so the scroll slid out in to her hand. Holding her breath, afraid it might suddenly disintegrate or something she began to slowly unroll it. When she got it open, she inhaled deeply, eyes wide as she stared at the paper before her. Sure, she had NO idea what the writing was saying but the point she was holding something extremely ancient and so old that it could have been hundreds of years since somebody has actually read this. She stared at it, biting the inside of her lip and looked up, glancing around the room. Would anybody really miss it if she borrowed it? She could always return it later, once she had found somebody to tell her what it said. Curiosity was bubbling inside her, and she slowly rolled the scroll up and slid it oh so carefully back inside the protective tube. Yes...she would keep it for now and find somebody to translate it for her then return the scroll! What harm could it do to read a scroll, after all?
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 13, 2015 15:19:04 GMT -5
"Shall I remove my clothes?"
A gun was dead pointed at the little girl that was just rudely leaving. Marcus could do it, he could pull the trigger and teach her that not everything was what she planned it to be; and when a man pointed a gun, it was dangerous to fire your mouth off at him. All he needed was to pull the trigger, and she would be dead, and Marcus would be satisfied.
"Sir... Do you want me to remove my clothes?"
"Wh- what?" Marcus finally asked. For a while, as he tried to decide whether he should kill the homeless female, the prostitute girl was calling to him. Over and over she said 'sir, sir, sir?!' When he finally answered her, though, was when he finally listened to her.
"Would you like for me to take off my clothes, sir?"
"Yeah," Marcus answered. "Yeah sure."
Then the girl started undressing.
"Wait, wait, wait! No!" Marcus suddenly screamed, startling the young prostitute into stopping. "I want you undress, yes, and in a shower. When you're done with the shower, put on your sleepers and go to bed. They brought you sleepers, didn't they?"
The girl looked at him, almost stunned. "Y-yes sir. But we will be fucking tonight?"
Marcus held up his pointing finger to her, "Never say fucking when you are talking about sex, ever again. And no, tonight we sleep and tomorrow you help me with a job. Now, in the showers you go."The girl was still very confused. However, she did as Marcus ordered and went into the baths. The daemon was glad to see that this one had a better attitude.
The showers drowned out all sounds of her, and Marcus was alone in the main room of his apartment once again. While he was readying to relax on his very comfortable couch, his work phone suddenly began to ring. The daemon never enjoyed the sound of a ringing cell phone, so he moved as fast as he could to answer it, nearly destroying the talk button while doing so. "Hello?" Marcus answered.
"Dammit, Mercenary! Why haven't you done your job yet?!" A man's voice suddenly screamed. The voice had a whisk of fear and anger in it, which made Marcus a little worried.
"Who is this?" Marcus asked.
The voice quickly replied with a more fearsome tone, "I am your scroll employer! I just got a threatening letter about the scroll! Did you not do your job?!"
Marcus shook his head as if the man could see him. "No... I was going to tomorrow, but not to-"
"Get out there now! Someone is going after the scroll as well! Get to it before, and I don't care what you have to do to get it!"
The man hung up the phone, and Marcus was left with himself again. He sighed, knowing just what exactly he needed to do now. Marcus placed on a shirt, then his heavy blue jacket, and left the apartment, leaving a note for the prostitute as he went. A couple of minutes later, Marcus was flying over the destroyed temple which he was going to sneak in during the morning. He flew down and found an underground passage. Slowly, he adventured through the cave system, admiring the various statues that he passed. Soon, he came across a giant statue, maybe nine feet tall, that was molded into the shape of an Anubis. He liked the carving, and how beautifully dark it seemed. Marcus could stare at this thing all day.
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 14, 2015 20:05:10 GMT -5
Morgan has slide over to her side, her head laying upon her backpack and sleeping slightly. She was never a deep sleeper, always on edge now a days because she was not sleeping in safe or secure locations. She had to wake up quickly sometimes and move away to avoid people such as police coming to question her. The plastic tube was in her lap, one hand gently resting upon it as she sleep where she had sat, slouched over with her head upon the backpack.
When the sounds of even, unrestrained footsteps began to echo around the different chambers of the museum Morgan's eyes snapped open and she sat up suddenly. Her hand instinctively clutched at the tube and she slid her back pack upon her back and stood up. Although she could see in the dark as easily as if it was day, she moved as if she was blind. Holding the tube to her body, and waving her other hand in front of herself for some reason she made her way extremely slowly trying to not make any noise as she placed her feet very slowly and softly.
She stopped in the next room, seeing somebody standing beside a statue. She could see him, and wondered if he could see her in the dark because whoever it was definitely a him. She contemplated, then began moving around the wall as silently as s ghost. That was, until she moved around enough to see the male's face. Then she gasped out loudly and could not contain her words.
"YOU! What the hell are YOU doing here!" It was the same guy who had threatened her with a gun earlier.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 15, 2015 23:52:19 GMT -5
It was strange really. Very, very strange. Marcus was staring at an Anubis statue, and it looked very real from Marcus' point of view. Did the artists of this world learn how to truly turn a statue into a living thing? From all the stones he saw so far, there was no such artistic invention yet. So... Why was this statue so life like?
Marcus brushed his fingers on the Anubis, realizing that he was feeling fur. Nice and soft fur, not hard stone that came with the other statues he passed. Now that he thought of it, however, those statues did seem a lot like this statue. it seemed... Life like. Did people kill the Anubis and stuff them? That was very likely, especially during the time of the Egyptians. Even still, something kept eating at Marcus, something that slowly began to turn into a warning.
"YOU!" Marcus suddenly heard. "What the hell are YOU doing here!"
Not this bitch again, Marcus thought as he rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last person he wanted to meet on his super important mission was the one woman he would want to murder despite the possible chance of mission failure. Yes, she irked him that much in that moment. Marcus shook his head and ignored her. The more she was not seen or heard, the quicker she disappeared. Unfortunately for him, the one thing he could not ignore or make disappear was the sound of snarls coming from the nearest Anubis 'statue.'
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 16, 2015 3:09:10 GMT -5
She glared at the man, who did not even turn to look at her. However her glare turned rapidly to a wide eyed look of shock as the statue that he had been so adamantly staring at began to move. It was coming to LIFE before her very eyes! She gasped, staring as the statue jumped down from the stand it had been standing upon. The black stone like flesh that had been the statue rippled as it seeming turned from solid stone to real fur. The statue was not a statue at all, but a large creature standing before them now. It was tall and lanky, and looked exactly like an anubis would, except it had glowing red eyes instead of desert colored ones. Large talons clicked upon the cold stone flow beneath their feet and fear grew inside Morgan's belly.
The creature chuckled softly, looking at the male before himself then at the female behind the male. It spoke in a deep rumbling voice, like two rocks grinding against each other deep beneath the earth. "You know each other...how amusing. Girl...give me that Scroll and I will leave you both in peace." A pawed hand extended, small claws upon each finger and the creature glared at Morgan and she whimpered, the fear emanating from the creature that had just come to life around herself and filling her to the bones. However, she did not do what the creature wanted. Being stubborn to her core, she shook her head, clenching the tube in both hands and stepping back away from the creature until her back was upon the wall.
Standing back near the wall, Morgan shook her head as the creature spoke, gripping the tube tightly and stepping back against the wall to put more space between herself and it, plus to give the larger male more room to do anything he wanted. After all, he was in between herself and whatever that thing was that was before them, demanding her new prize she had found. Maybe he would do something, or maybe he would not. After all she had a feeling he had plenty of reason to not like her already. She just knew it was time to try and get out of here, before she got caught up in this mess.
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 16, 2015 14:43:26 GMT -5
If only things didn't need to be so difficult, then they would not be so fun.
As Marcus watched the statue, ignoring the girl, he finally realized that the giant stone Anubis had eyes; actual red pupil and iris eyes. Marcus stared at it with shock as it began to become more furry. The rocky skin transformed, revealing what a true giant dog looked like. Marcus saw canines before, but he never saw a dog that could stand so tall and look so vicious.
The beast chuckled. "You know each other," The creature said. It sounded like a male, with a deep voice and a muscular male shape. He didn't see breasts grow from it yet, but he would be even more surprised than now if it did. Dog boobs, one thing Marcus is never interested in seeing. "How amusing. Girl...give me that Scroll and I will leave you both in peace."
The Anubis, as they were called, stretched his hand- paw to her, ignoring Marcus completely.
Now that wasn't very nice, Marcus thought, getting a little angry that the creature laughed at him, ignored him, and didn't consider him a threat. It was three insults in one action, this beast was just begging for a bullet to the head.
Marcus walked up to the monster, standing between the Anubis and the girl. She was moving back like she was scared. Although the daemon enjoyed the sight, she was still a little girl, and she was holding onto a scroll, which he conjectured that he needed, so she was as important to Marcus as his precious katana in that moment. He couldn't let some Fido try to kill her, even though he wanted to kill her just a few minutes ago. He was a very bi-polar daemon, that Marcus Drago.
"Down boy," the daemon simply said before he dropped an intense aura of fear around the area. He then stared into the monsters eyes, willing his powers into this Anubis' head. The monster would soon feel his trepidations caused by Marcus' aura grow worse as he would look upon all he feared. The creature would fall into a state of utter terror, which would give Marcus the chance to run to the girl and force her to follow him back to the surface. He would grab her arm and drag her up the stairs if he needed to. Once they were above ground, Marcus would take off his jacket and spread his wings. Still with the girl in his hands, Marcus would take off, soaring to no where else but the sky.
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 16, 2015 22:58:48 GMT -5
Morgan watched the the male step between herself and the suddenly living statue of anubis. She bite her bottom lip, flicking her gaze towards the exit. She was trying to gauge how quickly she could get there and get out before she was stopped by either of the two male's who seemed to be having a "who's dick was bigger" contest before her. Not that she really cared. She just wanted out of this place and now. She was ready to go when the air suddenly became even thicker, and she simply cowered against the wall. It was like the entire area was permeated with pure fear, thickening the very air she was breathing and saturating her soul and being.
Sudddenly her arm was grabbed, and Morgan realized she was being dragged from the room almost violently. Her eyes focused, and she realized it was the dude with wings, dragging her along as the Anubian who had confronted them and commanded she give him what she was holding. HOLDING?! The scroll had dropped from her fingers, but the strap was caught around her arm thankfully. She grabbed it up again, clutching it to her chest before they burst out in to the night. She had a brief moment of seeing the stars twinkling above their heads then suddenly it felt like her guts had dropped out of the soles of her feet. Her lips parted, and she screamed shrilly as she realized her feet where no longer upon the ground, but she was in fact flying through the air supported by nothing more then strong arms around her.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 17, 2015 0:34:56 GMT -5
Marcus soared over the city until he was certain that the Anubis could not see him anymore. He had his arms around the girl's waist. Her smell, her bodily warmth, and her presence were not recognized until he was far away from the old temple. He also hadn't noticed that he continued to run his aura of fear. Slowly, he dropped it, leaving the girl to think whatever she wanted of him, and not just anything of fear.
The time was night and the streets weren't very busy. Even still, cars ran around different areas in the African city, and lights were on in every building. Every city was beautiful to Marcus, and this one in Egypt was the same. The lights helped illuminate the area, like Christmas lights, and there was wonderful silence that Marcus always seemed to enjoy. There were not a lot of stars, though, the moon brilliantly hovered over everyone, making this picture a little perfect.
While he hovered over the large buildings, Marcus finally looked at the girl which he held in his arms. Their bodies were incredibly close, and Marcus' lips were so near hers that they could almost kiss. This scene would be considered romantic if the little girl wasn't near the age of 19, or if Marcus wasn't already devoted to someone and 130 years old. Instead of kissing her like many men probably would, he scowled at her. "We need to talk," he said as he descended to to the top of a building with no exiting doors.
He dropped her on the building, then moved to sit on the ledge. He didn't know how this conversation was going to go, but it was always good to have an escape route in case he wanted to leave her stranded on top.
"You have something, something which I need, and I need you to give it to me so that I may go on with my business," Marcus said, extending his palm to her like the Anubis did. He knew that she would decline, especially since she clung to that scroll when the Anubis was after her, but it was still worth a try.
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 17, 2015 1:28:04 GMT -5
She finally began to calm down, taking deep breaths to try and slowly her cascading heart. It was insane how far up she was, at the finger tips of what she could only know as a mad man. However it was beautiful up here, and she was able to see the stars (what few there where) and the magnificent moon gleaming in the black sky. However all to soon she was set down upon a rooftop, and she stumbled as they landed, slightly scraping her knee upon the rough surface but standing up quickly enough and turning around.
She watched the guy with wings finally land himself, and then he looked at her and predictably enough...he wanted what she had as well. That was very typical, and she was not surprised in the least little bit. She sighed, shaking her head slowly keeping her eyes upon the man. "Why do you want it, and why should I give it to you? I found it! It is mine, and I was going to go find somebody to translate it. I am curious to see what it says, even more so now that both that nasty thing and you want it as well." She held on to the scroll, keeping it against her bosom watching the other person for signs of him attacking to take it away from her. Now she realized he had not 'saved' her, but saved the scroll that HE wanted.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 17, 2015 9:21:58 GMT -5
Of course she didn't want to give him the scroll, and of course she asked him so many questions. She was resembling that of a spoiled kid, one who didn't know what the word danger really meant. Marcus sighed.
Before he could answer all of her questions, with his anger still under control, his phone started ringing. Marcus took it out of his pocket and held up his extended forefinger, telling that girl to wait for him for just a moment. He walked off to the side and answered, "Hello?"
"Did you get it?!" Marcus' boss asked him. "Did you get the damn scroll?!"
Oh great, now Marcus had to deal with this man's anger. He was going through too many triggers on this mission, and soon he would explode with tension. He may need to find a way to control himself before someone got hurt. "No," he answered. "Well, yes. It's with me right now. I tried reading it but it's in a different language. It needs translation."
"Well send me a picture of its writing," Marcus' boss said to him with a little impatience. "I'll have a translator come meet you."
Marcus agreed then hung up the phone. Slowly, he looked back at the girl and cringed. He could' believe he was going to do this. "Fine," he said, walking to her. "You want in on this? You're going to have to deal with the danger, and I'm not always going to be there to defend you, i'll tell you that right now! And if I see, for once, that you freeze in fear again, I am taking you back to the streets and ripping that scroll form your hands."
Marcus outstretched his palm to her like he did before, this time to her more than to the scroll. "If you agree with this, then take my hand."
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 17, 2015 14:46:09 GMT -5
Morgan watched the man, eyes narrowing as she gazed at the male across from her. He looked about to say something to her, but then a cellphone rang and he pulled it out. The look upon his face said it all; dark, foreboding, and clearly angry and irritated by something. He clearly did not like whoever it was who was speaking to upon the other side of the connection, and she had a feeling he might decide to take it out upon her. She truly hoped, in this instance, she was wrong.
When he hung the phone up and was focused upon her once more, he spoken and his words made her bristle in anger. How did he know that she had suddenly felt a terrifying almost paralyzing fear? Of course he knew! HE was the one who had caused that fear, not that creature. Perhaps he had meant for it to be used against the creature, but it had backfired upon her. That was not a very nice thing for him to have done, and now he was attempting to blame that upon her as if it was HER fault she had frozen up in fear.
"Hang on! I was getting to run away from that thing, and yourself! You caused all that fear did you not? So it is not fair of you to judge me based upon my fear, sir. What if I was to judge you based upon...say your wings or your taste in female's clearly young enough to be your daughter?" She asked him firmly, holding the scroll, but with in seconds her anger at him was fading and her curiousity got the better of her, and she simply sighed.
She finally sighed, and when he offered his hand, she reached out tentatively and place her own hand inside his. She was to curious for her own good. She wanted to know what this scroll said. Maybe it had a powerful spell with in it that she could learn, or information that she could use against her father somehow. She simply had to find out, and it was not danger she was afraid of, after all she had faced plenty of that earlier when she had almost been kidnapped and sold in to slavery.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 18, 2015 0:21:27 GMT -5
Marcus ignored that girl's comment, not really having anything else to say to her at that moment. Whether she accepted his terms or not was none of his concerns. Even if she decided to keep the scroll and stay on her own, he could have forced her to release it with the powers which he held. She was just a weak girl, and he was the devilish daemon. He had all the power control needed to do whatever he wanted. However, not, he was just being nice.
Although, he wondered how long would it take until his niceness ended?
She took his hand, and in that moment Marcus yanked her to him. He was a little rough, but he figured that she could deal with it by the form of her attitude. When she was forcefully close to him, Marcus spread his wings and brought them into the air again. This time they would fly down and carefully land right below where they once stood. They were at the hotel Marcus was staying at, and it just took walking up some steps to get to his home.
If she chose to follow, Marcus would lead her to his room and invite her inside. When he would walk in, he would be very shocked to see that someone was missing. "Where is she?" Marcus would say, wondering around the house and checking every vacant spot he could find. When he found nothing, he would wander back to where Nyght was with a bewildered face. "She's gone. Her clothes are still here, and so is my money, but she is gone..." He would then rub his eyes and shake his head. "Maybe she ran away... But, whatever."
"Show me the scroll, I need to do something with it." Pulling out his phone, Marcus would impatiently wait for this girl to comply.
