Scrolls of Alexandria

[Nyghtingale]

This time, Nyght was ready for the motion of flying. Sure, her stomach still dropped in to her feet, and she still felt a little more then nauseous but it was over soon enough. She looked around and instantly realized where they where. They had already arrived back at the flying dude's apartment. She sighed, shaking her head and headed upstairs after the male.

Stepping inside, she looked around and frowned. It smelled in here of sweat, sex, and man. It was not a very pleasant smell and it was a pig sty. There where cloths all over, and even some female cloths as well. She shook her head and when the male asked to see the scroll she shrugged. She slowly opened the top and ever so carefully unrolled the scroll. She held it out as best as she could, exposing the hieroglyphs upon the page. She held it that way for the male, knowing already that he was trying to take a picture of the scroll.

Once he had taken the picture, she would slowly roll the scroll back up and slide it back inside the plastic tube it had been inside. She did not want to damage the ancient artifact, and thus was all to happy to get it back inside the container. She sighed, crinkling her nose against the smell of the room. She noticed a pile of cloths that looked familiar and recognized them as the young girl's who had been here before. She raised an eyebrow and looked at the man.

"Seems your girlfriend ditched you, or that you work really fast." She commented upon them.

[Marcus Drago]

The girl did as he asked and showed Marcus the scroll. It was rolled inside a tube, mostly made to preserve it. Marcus still didn't understand how she found it, and he didn't know if it was the real scroll, but he worked with what he understood until something new popped up. So, without asking her any questions, Marcus took a picture of the tittle of the scroll. If he took a picture of the entire scroll then there would be no need for him anymore, and his employer would probably become a ghost and never pay him for his troubles. That would result in Marcus searching that person down, and committing a horrible murder that not even the most psychotic of men could think of.

When he took the picture, he gave the girl a nod to let her know that he was through. She placed the scroll back in its casing, and looked upon his room with utter disgust. While she got the chance to get use to it, Marcus sent the picture he just took to his client. 

"Seems your girlfriend ditched you, or that you work really fast," the girl commented.

"It's the former," Marcus replied. He looked around his room too and finally noticed that it was incredibly dirty, which was not the way he left it before. Clothes and trash were sprayed everywhere, and the prostitute's clothes were near the bathroom where she left it. The only conclusion Marcus could make from this mess what that the girl fucked with his things then left, leaving a heap of mess out of spite. "It's the fucking former. I didn't even get the chance to use her, since I had to go and save your wandering ass. And don't say that you could have gotten away on your own, because I know what the heck that was. It was a giant dog, and giant dogs have giant noses. And giant noses can trace little smelly homeless-"

Marcus trailed off. In that moment, he finally came to a strange question: What if the girl didn't leave, but was snatched? What if that dog traced Marcus or the homeless one's scent, then followed them back to his home? That would explain this mess, and that would explain the girl's disappearance. 

"You, homeless one," Marcus called to the girl. He didn't know his name so he had to call her by what he generalized her as. "Whatever you do, for your own fucking safety, don't come near the windows. I got a feeling that the puppy hasn't lost our trail yet." He sniffed the air. "And go take a damn shower. You're making this place smell like wet dog."

[Nyghtingale]

Morgan looked at him , almost with a touch of pity. The girl had clearly ransacked his stuff and ran out upon him. Which probably meant she was either some sort of spy looking for something, or was homeless and needed something he had. Which Morgan could relate to all to easily but it was still a pity to see the man so upset and used like that. Morgan had never done anything like that of the sort, and although she had stolen a few things in her time, she was not one to throw their stuff all over the room and look for whatever it was. She highly doubted the girl had been taken, not with everything tossed around like it was, because nothing looked to have been violently thrown about or broken.

However, that look quickly frosted over to a glare when he spoke again and she ground her teeth in anger. Homeless one, he called her? Told her she was sticking up the room like wet dog. How DARE HE! She understood not going near the windows, cause it had taken him that long to figure out that little fact that they could have been followed while he was dawdling and making speeches and fun of her smell. She however had had enough.

"I do NOT smell like a wet dog, thank you VERY MUCH! I might be homeless, but that is because I chose to be! My father was going to sacrifice me in some crazy, fucked up ritual for reasons I am not entirely sure and my mother slammed the door in my face simply because I am a witch! So....I have been living homeless trying to find somewhere to go, you jerk! I manage to take very good care of myself, and if you smell wet dog, it is your room! I wash my cloth everyday as well as shower, so you can just sod off!" She was angry, and her hair was starting to rise around herself like some sort of terrible halo as th electrical energy of the room gathered towards her. The static energy from the messed up cloths and bed came to her, and the lights flickering slightly from the room as she dragged at their power. She was mad, and she tended to do this when she was angry and even she did not know why.

[Marcus Drago]

The girl's hair began to frizz, and the lights began to flicker on and off as though there was a strange type of electrical charge moving around the room. Out of his 100 years of living, Marcus knew what was coming next. So she was trying to kill him, was she? She was surely taking an awfully long time. Electricity creation moved as fast as the user could think, and she could have destroyed him seconds ago if she really wanted to. So, was this all a product of her anger? That seemed the most possible answer, and the most dangerous. If this happened every time she got angry, then there was no telling how many innocent people would get shocked because of her.

Marcus laughed out loud. "I don't give a fuck about why you're homeless. Homeless is homeless. And it's probably better that you're homeless anyway. Look at you, gathering up energy just because I said you stink and called you homeless. If you were ever near ANYONE who wasn't me, you'd probably kill them because you suck so much at controlling your powers!" Marcus was prepared. He leaned his back against the nearest wall, prepared to phase through it as soon as he noticed this girl readying to discharge. It was a risky move, he knew, but he wasn't going to allow her to store so much electricity until she began to hurt herself. She needed to get rid of that large charge now, or possibly regret it later.

"Concentrate, homeless girl! You're letting your emotions control you powers, and that's pathetic! The unconscious you isn't suppose to control you, THE CONSCIOUS YOU IS! Stop wasting all your fucking time being angry AND JUST SHOCK ME! YOU say when you want to attack, and when YOU want to attack is when YOU let it loose. So, LET IT LOOSE!" Marcus readied himself.

[Nyghtingale]

     This winged man was REALLY trying to push her, angering her further and further. Her eyes narrowed, and her hair was literally standing out upon every end now. She was just so ANGRY with this asshole who was making fun of her, calling her all sorts of names and telling her she probably was better off homeless. She could not contain it any longer, and she thrust her hands out at the man, releasing all her anger she had built up along with the energy. A dazzling blue bolt of electrical energy discharged towards the male, streaking towards him literally at the speed of...well light itself. The brilliant light was instantly followed by the clap of thunder that followed, deafening the poor girl for a moment, but she was not worried about that.

     No, what she was worried about was the enormous charred hole left in the wall across from herself. The male apparently seemed to have been vaporized, as there was literally nothing left of him what so ever. She blinked, looking down at her hands and frowning. She had not really meant to kill the guy, but he had just made her so angry. She reached out, touching the charred edges of the hole and jerked her hands back. They where still hot, and closer inspection showed that they where glowing slightly still. However peering out of the hole she had blasted, she realized she had NOT vaporized the man...who was now outside of the building. Gods, how that bloody winged bastard irritated her!

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus saw it, the angry girl raise her hand to release all of her electrical tension. As soon as he saw it, he acted, moving through the wall as though it was not even there. His clothing fell to the ground when he phased, since his powers did not permit him to keep them on. Stark naked, Marcus fell down a level of the building, watching as the electricity literally burned a hole through Marcus' hotel wall.

"So much for getting out of here with a cheap bill," he told himself as the rest of the lightning passed over his head. When things seemed to quiet down, Marcus flapped his wings towards his room's level, right when the girl decided to look out of it. He looked at her with a calm face then quickly flew to her, phasing through her with his bare body. He could have warned her to move out of the way, but he thought it much better to have her freak out by his appearance. 

After he moved through her, Marcus landed on the floor, bending over to pick up his clothes that were displayed all over his room. He placed on his boxers and some pants quickly, then finally spoke to the girl. If she said something before he said this, he would address her about it afterwards; though, there were doubts that this chick had ANYTHING nice to say. "So, do you always go static when people make you angry, or am I that one rare occasion?"

[Nyghtingale]

     Morgan did not say anything, even when the man suddenly passed completely through the wall and through herself. After all, she did not even know WHAT he was, he could be a full out ghost for all she knew sent to haunt her. If that was the cause, she knew exactly who would do that, and who she was about to go after. However she doubted her father, even with all his celtic knowledge knew how to summon a ghost and send it after her to haunt her. So that idea simply just did not work out properly inside her own head.

     When the male spoke, she glowered at him with a cold hard gaze. Her eyebrows pulled in, eyes narrowing and lips puckering slightly with downward pull to them. She wanted to say something nasty, to be as rude as possible to the man who had just pushed her buttons until she had exploded. Instead of cussing him out, or saying something vile or anything else she simply.....nodded.

Looking at the floor, she sighed deeply and nodded. "Yes, even since I was young I have always had an issue with that. When ever I am angry or scared, I tend to do that. It is how I have always known I was a witch, and that is why Da had to move away with me because Mum never let any of that inside the house."

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus was waiting for the part where she yelled at him again. However, very surprisingly, she bowed her head to the as though she was ashamed and answered almost in a sad tone.

"Yes, even since I was young I have always had an issue with that. When ever I am angry or scared, I tend to do that. It is how I have always known I was a witch, and that is why Da had to move away with me because Mum never let any of that inside the house."

So that was her story, ey? She had a scary power and no one to consult, a very odd and psychotic father, and a very frightened mother. No wonder she decided to go homeless. If Marcus was placed in her shoes he would do the same thing, maybe even kill the father before he ran away. Although, that was always his answer wasn't it? Kill, kill, and kill until there was nothing left. That type of attitude was what made a god curse him and another one stab him.

"That sucks," Marcus replied with that same mocking tone he had before. He quickly realized that his tone was wrong, and corrected himself before the girl could raise her anger. "No, I mean that really sucks. Fuck your family. Fuck your father for trying to sacrifice you, and fuck your mother for not accepting you. You're not a monster, or a tool to be used. You're a controller of the elements, and that's fucking beautiful to me. Whoever can't see that beauty can go fuck themselves."

Marcus gathered his clothing, placing them back into his suitcase neatly. He would need to put on a shirt soon, since there was a horrible draft in this room, but he didn't want to deal with the trouble right now.

When he was done half packing, and if the girl seemed to like what he had said, Marcus walked over to the girl. "Listen, I kinda feel like a hug would do well in this moment, but since you might not ike those..." Marcus gently tapped her shoulder twice. "You can stay here if you want, with that damn scroll safely in your hands. No more homeless girl. Not until you runaway like the other one." 

[Nyghtingale]

     Morgan looked up at the male, frowning at him. It was not a mad frown, nor really a sad frown. It was an almost thoughtful frown instead and she sighed, shaking her head. "I did not tell you that for your sympathy, sir. I simply was telling you to inform you. I have never viewed myself as a monster, or tool. As for my father...I do not know what he thought or was even planning. He kept to himself, and refused to tell me anything. The only thing I know was that I saw something in a book that made me fear for my life so I fled. Speaking of sir....what is your name? So I no longer have to continue referring to you as sir."

     She looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowing and watching him pack up his stuff in to a suitcase. When he had seemingly finished, and he came over and touched her upon her shoulder she shook her head vehemently from side to side. "No, I do not think a hug is appropriate just yet, I still do not know you well enough. I do not wish to stay here, I need to keep moving. However I do want to know what is inside this scroll, so if where ever you are going I am coming along. I am more then capable of defending myself. I can do more then just that...that was accidental." She gestured with her chin at the hole in the wall she had blasted, then grinned and nodded with a hard look on her face. "I have been homeless for a good amount of time now...and know how to take care of myself otherwise I am pretty certain I would have turned up in a ditch somewhere, naked and raped then probably had my throat slit."

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus nodded his head in agreement. "Fine. No Sympathy. Sympathy never suited me anyways."

It seemed, though, that the girl had started to tolerate him a little, as she began to address him as sir instead of... Whatever the hell she thought of him as before. Maybe her opening up would be the keystone for a good relationship between each other. Or, maybe Marcus could annoy the hell out of her like he was sure she would do him. She was a teenager, after all, and teenagers will rebel. Against him, though, Marcus was going to have none of it, even if he had to argue with this girl while on their way down to hell.

When he was done looking after his clothes, folding them the proper way and placing them neatly into his bag, Marcus went after his gun stash, which was absolutely everywhere around this hotel. First, he moved to the dinning table, reaching under to take out a Berretta that was duct tape tightly. 

When the girl asked him for his name, Marcus thought about an answer that would be fitting for his situation. "You can call me Ghost," he told her. "Everyone seems to, anyways." He took out another suitcase, which was hidden underneath the sofa, and gently placed the gun inside. "And you are?" Next, Marcus moved to the cabinets near the bed in his bedroom, which did not have a wall to separate it into another room. He looked inside one of the cabinets and pulled out his 1873 Winchester. With the Winchester came its ammo, which was in an abundance. Marcus took those and placed them in his bag as well.

"You have been homeless and survived because of your powers? Or is there more you're not telling me? Do you know how to control them? Do you even know of what other powers you have?" Marcus asked the girl as he tried to remember where his other weapons were. He at least had seven lethal tools somewhere around this hotel room, stashed for the moment when someone malicious decided to give him a late night visit. "You can control electricity, but can you create it? Do you not know the full possibilities of the beauty which you hold?"

Marcus turned over one of the cushions on the couch to reveal his machete knife. Without struggle, Marcus sent his magical energy into the knife, toying with its magnetic field to match his benefits. He moved up his hand while the machete laid duct taped to the cushion, then watched as the machete began to float above his fingers and drop in his palm. Twirling the machete, Marcus told her, "What we can do is grand, so says the giant burning hole in my wall." 

[Nyghtingale]

      Morgan smirked, watching the male as he spoke and moved about his apartment gathering weapons. She had never owned a gun, or a bladed weapon of any kind and found it amusing that the male had so many of them. She wondered if it would be beneficial if she obtained one or not. She was not sure, because having had no experience with them she doubt she could fire one very well anyways. Likewise with the bladed weapon, she doubted with training she would be very useful with it. No, she knew where her strengths where for right now, and that was in her magical spells. The male obviously had his own set of skills and powers, as was shown by the fact he was showing off in front of her by toying with the machete before himself.

     "Yes, I know how to control my spells. Though I do not know any others besides my electricity one as of yet, but I am constantly seeking to acquire new spells. It is one of the driving forces of my life, in fact. However I can do multiple things with a single spell," she jerked her chin at the hole in the wall, "that was just an accident, bought on by my anger. I can create it, and control it however I wish." She grinned, proud of herself and shrugged her shoulders. She knew her spells where simply a product of her imagination. Almost anything she could think of doing with electricity she could do, just with the same simple spell and a different out come in her head. 

[Marcus Drago]

"Yes, I know how to control my spells," the girl said proudly. "Though I do not know any others besides my electricity one as of yet, but I am constantly seeking to acquire new spells. It is one of the driving forces of my life, in fact. However I can do multiple things with a single spell."

"Interesting," Marcus replied. "Like what?" 

After finding all his weapons in the motel, Marcus walked outside to collect his hidden katana and his silver desert eagle 50. He placed all of those into the bag and then sealed it up. "We might be getting a new room soon," Marcus told the girl before he picked up the hotel phone and dialed a number.

"Yes, hello?!" The daemon answered angrily, as though his rage of the evening suddenly intensified. "I don't know what any of you were thinking when putting me and my daughter in this room, but I have to tell you, YOU ALL WERE INCREDIBLE COMPLETE DUMBASSES! Because, i don't know that the fuck just happen, BUT LIGHTNING JUST SHOT INTO MY DAMN ROOM! It didn't hurt any of us, thank god, but it could have. And unless you want me to report this near death experience your fucking hotel just gave me and my daughter, I would give me another, BETTER, hotel room for my family!" He hung up the phone angrily, slamming it down on its holder, then turned back to the girl. 

"You got anything else to sleep in? Maybe some different clothing?" Marcus' tone changed from angry to calm when he started speaking to her again. It was like he hadn't just yelled at someone with all his might a few seconds ago. He placed on his blue jacket swiftly, stashing his wings behind it until it became nothing but a hump on his back. Marcus hated that he couldn't show his beautiful wings all around the world. They were too magnificent to be hiding away.

[Nyghtingale]

     Nyght watched with amusement as the male before her picked up a telephone and began talking to, presumably, the owner of the hotel or at least whatever poor unfortunate soul was a the front desk. He seemed to fly off the handle in an instant, screaming and hollering at the person who was upon the other end. Nyght found it more amusing then anything. Not even that scare, though the person she was working along side appeared to be slightly mentally unstable or at the very least he appeared to have an extremely bad case of bipolar disorder. That really did not not bother her,though she supposed deep down somewhere that it should for some reason or another.

     When he slammed the phone down, she simply shook her head and hoisted her backpack upon her shoulder slightly higher. "No, not really. I mean, I have a change of cloths in my backpack but it is the only other pair I have. I usually just sleep in whatever I wear that day, then in the morning when I find somewhere to shower I wash myself and the cloths then hang them to dry and wear my other set of cloths. Pretty simple really, never saw the need to carry around anymore." She also did not mention that she was so damn poor another pair of cloths was out of the question. Unless of course she stole them from somebody, but she had some pretty high morales. Unless they where some obscenely rich people (which it was really hard to steal from, mind you) she was not going to steal from anybody who it might cause a lot of harm to.

     She simply waited for the manager or front desk person to call the, having made no comment upon his referring to her as a "daughter" because she simply knew it was a way for him to get what he wanted: a none damaged room. Perhaps she would be able to control her anger long enough that this room might survive with out any blown light bulbs or new ventilation holes. Blown light bulbs where a constant annoyance around her, as she accidentally drew so much power they popped and sent glass flying everywhere. Thankfully, that had not happened here in this room.

[Marcus Drago]

So she only had two clothes, one to wear one day, and one to wear on the other. Did that mean that she wore the same underwear every two days? That must not be very comfortable. The hobo life was a harsh life, one he knew of very well. Although, Marcus had to agree that the hobo life made people a little bit smarter. It was a fight for survival that they had, and they had to constantly think of ways to get their next meal, or take their next shit. Somewhere along time, that very same hobo would begin to become creative and make up many perfect strategies to fit his/her survival. Hide from a sentient being the way to live and they would eventually find it.

Before Marcus could respond to her, he was called again by the front desk. Marcus took the call and reverted back to his angry self. "Did you get me my damn room?" He listened... "Well thank you. And you better come look at this shit because I don't want that happening in my next room." He listened again... "Alright... Yeah, yeah, fuck you too." He hung up the phone again, this time a little gently, then turned to the homeless girl one more time.

"Someone's coming to give us new keys," he told her. "This time we're going to a room with two beds, so you won't have to sleep on the couch. Lucky you." Marcus picked up his bags and headed for the door. When he opened it, he nearly crashed into one of the workers of the hotel. The worker seemed out of breath, and near to passing out. He was young, the same age of the homeless girl by the looks of it. When the boy saw the girl, he gave her a charming smile. He seemed like a charming guy, the one that all the school girls would crush over.

"Your new room key, sir. Your room is-"

"I know the number," Marcus interrupted the boy and took the key. He then walked past the worker, who then looked at the girl and awkwardly waved. "Hi," he said to her. Marcus would not see what happened next, as he would be on his way to his next room, which was around the corner from this one and up a couple of steps. The walk to the new room would be short, and once there Marcus would place one bag down, open the door with the keys, then walk inside. At that moment, his personal phone would warn of a new text message, and Marcus would read it just as a smirk would be placed on his lips.

"Bedtime," He would say to the homeless girl as she walked in the hotel. "We have a long day tomorrow."

[Nyghtingale]

     Morgan watched as the male went through the same antics again, becoming extremely angry over absolutely nothing and yelling at the person upon the other side of the phone while swearing heavily. She again paid little attention to it, and simply glanced around trying to see if there was anything she needed to grab while she was here. Seeing as all his stuff was cleaned up, she did not see anything that was worth while snatch and adding to her back pack...except one thing.

     With out a single explanation, she walked over to the bedside lap and pulled the shade of the object. She then unscrewed the fluorescent light bulb, slipped her backpack from her shoulders and opened it. She unwrapped her small roll of rolled up cloths, then carefully wrapped the light bulb in the clothing and stuffed it back inside her backpack. Still with out another word, she simply set the shade of the lamp back on the lamp and walked away.

     At this time the male had opened up the door, and nearly collided with the boy standing there. She watched him get the key and sighed, shaking her head. The man seemed to be eternally rude and aggressive. Most be a testosterone imbalance, possibly because of the muscle mass needed to power those wings of his. She simply slipped past the boy as he attempted to speak to her. She simply nodded at him then walk after Marcus and followed him in to the new room. Once inside, she walked to the bed furthest away from the door and set her bag in a chair. She then looked at the male, raising her left eyebrow.

     "Oh, what makes you say that? Did you get information up your fancy device there?" She said it with a smile, teasing him over the cellphone. A phone was a device she had never had the luxury of affording, and her father did not believe in all that fancy technology when she lived with him.