Deja Vu; A Meeting of the Minds

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery's face remained solemn as the man stood, wet from the water of the Khyper-Diorem. It was a thicker type of water than that found on earth... heavier, yet still just as liquid. "I'm pleased to hear it." He pulled a roll of paper from inside of his suit jacket (though how it had been sitting in there without so much as a bump was an enigma) and handed it to the Angel. "He is here." Forgery pointed where the rear gate of Shangri-La was and continued, "He is going here." His finger traced upwards to the "F" on the map. "We are on the southern edge of the Lake of the Khyper-Diorem." He looked about, sniffing the air briefly. His attention swiftly returned to the man.

"One last thing. When you kill him, tell him that I, Solemn Creed, send my regards." Black clouds came promptly, immediately blinding the man Forgery was talking to. Moving was dangerous as it was so dark and the haunting whispers came to strike the man's ears. They started like a buzzing in the back of the brain and grew louder and stronger until the entire skull felt inflamed with whispering noise that somehow had become so loud, you could scream and not hear yourself. Then there was peace and the man was gone.[/color]

[Astaroth Merula]

The daemon looked up as he heard a new voice speaking, and beheld an armored being standing among the group. It seemed that this armored being noticed Astaroth at about the seemed time, and seemed to have contempt for him. Well, the feeling was mutual already; Astaroth not taking kindly to people looking down upon him. Especially not Angelic bastards with their white fluffy wings and haughty holier-than-thou personalities.

Astaroth began to rub the metal bands upon his forearms, a calming habit he had picked up in order to stop himself from getting to angered or impatient. It created a sense of safety within him, and reassured the daemon that he had no reason to get so worked up over the little things. Instead, the male flashed a smile at the one who he thought was an angel; the smile holding a message of 'Try me, bastard.'

Although, an important topic was being discussed... What route to go about. Obviously, the mountains would be harder to trek through, just due to their terrain. However, they would make it harder to get lost since they ringed about the area and lead directly to the 'F.' The plains would be easier to trek through, but direction would be more easily lost in the tall grass. If only everyone could fly, it would be much easier to simply fly over the ground and keep track of the mountains on each side in order to determine direction. And the trip would be much faster than going on foot.

For now, the male laid out in the grass and listened to the others, impatient to go ahead and get this trek started. He had already determined that if they were to have a leader, he would want it to be Kyrian Tidus.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian shrugged at the threatening warning given to him by the dragon and, knowing that he could nothing else to gain the favor of these two at this point, began to walk back towards the rest of the group. It seemed that a new being had joined them while he was busy with the Dragon and her Draconian: A white-winged male clad in armor. He appeared to be an angel and Kyrian, having only met one angle but researching their lore, had an opinion of angels as a fairly trustworthy race. This newcomer would probably make a good addition and was another on the list of possible allies.

He also seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. Having suggested the plan of travelling through the mountains in order to maintain a sense of direction and more easily measure distance would obviously be the right choice... Under better circumstances. Kyrian felt sick at the thought of travelling through those foreboding stone masses, as though something were trying to warn him not to go through there. Honestly, route and transportation could be discussed later; getting the group to work together was more important.

Kyrian walked at a moderately fast pace towards his next target; the reaper. As the elemental approached the being with the dove on its shoulder, he paused for a second to consider what to say. Once he was absolutely certain that he could not think of a way to properly address a living skeleton, he decided to just be himself since the group would need to know exactly who they were working with. "Hey! Mr. Skeleton... Person... Whatever, I was just wondering how you feel about our quest. And whether or not you are okay with this group that we've got going on."

[Stilia Medusa]

Stilia watched, half-amused, at the antics of the not-quite human as he did his groveling to the great beast. She wasn’t quite sure was dragon facial reactions looked like, but jumped slightly at the sudden ringing of a loud bark-like noise. There was a small pause before the man on the dragon’s back and was shouting some words down to the man. But their quarrel wasn’t all that interesting, as three things happened.

The first thing of interest would be the appearance of a creature and his words. Stilia was slightly confused as the armored man was giving off the smell of demons, and yet possessed the wings of one of those angel beings she had come across before. The armored angel-demon spoke, and his words were smart. It was a good idea, but Stilia did not think they should follow it. She did, after all, have a quicker and much safer plan in mind. It would involve revealing one of her powers, which she had no wish to do to these strangers in case of a fight. Nothing too serious though. And it would involve the mood of the dragoness. Plus, they may have to leave one behind, but what was the sacrifice of one to save themselves on days of travel and to lessen the amount of dangerous creatures encountered?

The second thing of interest was the death-smelling one with the little dove perched on his shoulders. Next thing she knew, skin had dropped down to reveal a boney skeletal face, one that somehow worked without the need of muscles. She was quite startled, but tried to keep that hidden from her face and body. She wondered what sort of creature this skeleton was, and what it could do. The scythe looked deadly enough, and it reminded her of faded images of the Grim Reaper, back in her nest’s library of books.

The third and final thing involved the God she had just spoken to. He gave a cryptic answer, but it was helpful none the less. She supposed the longer route would be the mountainside, and she had no wish to stay among deadly creatures that long. So after the God became black smoke and vanished, and as the man who smelt like shadows –for lack of a better description- tried to be all friendly with the Skeleton, the Medusan Gorgon raised her voice.

“I do, if you would all hear me out, have a suggestion. The concept of flight is not entirely lost to us. Despite the winged beings appearing as the only creatures that can take to the air, I must admit that I am in possession of such a feat as well. That only leaves the skeleton and the man here,” She said, gesturing to Kyrian, whom was standing beside Thanatos talking to him. Stilia turned her attention to the dragon and it’s rider. “Dragon, I mean you no disrespect, but would you be willing and able to carry these two? Please, it would save lives, and it may possibily save your own to have more allies with us. Surely the ride is not too long if we fly directly, and it would save us days of travel.”

Adikartika watched as the male walked away from them back to rejoin the group. Strange how he instantly needed somebody to cling to, as though he was to weak to protect himself. How humorous. Adi did not even do that. He trusted Evanesca with his life however he frequently wandered away from her side (contrary to her loudly pronounced negative thoughts and predictions due to his weakness). He was able to take care of himself after all. He had hunted demons before she had hatched and come in to his life. He brought his focus back upon the group who where all talking about what route they where planning upon taking whether it was over the mountains which was the fastest path, or trekking through the orange plains around the mountains which was longer. Adikartika had been "hunting" a long time, and decided it was time to insert his personal opinion.


Evanesca also watched the male leave like a whipped dog, and she had been paying attention the whole time through all the talking and actions. The male laying upon the ground seemed lazy, but she could sense his impatience instead. He was ready to get going. The dark elemental...well he had just dropped in her books with his crude remarks upon the aggressive male who had become a living skeletons. The new male, appearing as an angel though his scent clearly lacked the delicateness and beauty of that race, making him something else. He seemed to have an intelligence and cunning that marked him as a good addition to this rag tag group of beings.

Then the lone female of this group spoke, mentioning a suggestion if anybody was interested. Adikartika slide down off Evanesca's neck, walking towards the group slightly, so he was standing in front Evanesca as she spoke. She spoke of flying, and how she was capable of obtaining flight in some manner or another. Then, heaven's above (or perhaps that is exactly where they where at, though it seemed more like a hell) she mentioned the most unthinkable. As she spoke of another riding upon her, Adikartika knew he would not have to speak her displeasure aloud for their benefit. She roared loudly, sending plumes of flame streaming barely above their heads, singing hair slightly. She stamped her feet, throwing large chunks of orange grass and dirt flying in to the air. Adi simply stood in-front of her shaking his head slightly and glaring at the female who had mentioned it. He didn't' seem to be really angry, but more of an irritation or annoyance. Then he spoke to her, firmly but with a soft tone of voice.

"You are an intelligent woman, and I will trust that you gathered Evanesca's answer upon your own. However, do you think it wise to insult a dragoness' pride by suggestion something such as that? What if one of them rode upon your back? You can hike carrying one perhaps? Yes, she could fly both of them, for a while at least. However she would never make it to that fortress carrying two. There is only one she has ever allowed to ride upon her besides myself. Probably will be no other again besides the two of us."

Ca'guuror DelaSangre, the god of nature had decided to investigate an enormous fluctuation of power in nature. It had happened right here, upon the Khyper-diorem right outside the gates of the Shangri-la. Some large and powerful, that threatened the balance of the tedious natural balance of the ecosystem of the Khyper had some how appeared where it did not belong, through uncommon means. It was something he could not ignore. To investigate this unnatural occurance, he took the form of a quillbeast.

Dashing through the plans of the Khyper-diorem, Ca'guuror slipped through the orange grasses heading at the typical thirty miles an hour towards the rear gates of Shangri-la. He paused near a clearing, slowly prowling around the edges and studying the group gathered there. A dragon and it's draconian, a reaper, a male who smelled like a demon lounging upon the ground like the lazy, prideful lards they usually where as well as another in armor with feathered wings, a dark elemental...and lo and behold none other then Stilia Medusa. A old time friend of Ca'guuror's. He wondered how exactly they had all gotten here.

That was no mystery actually. He was fairly certain this was Forgery's doing. The old man was up to something again as usual, however it was none of Cag's business. He was certain that these people where in for enormous amounts of danger, and needed to be prepared for what was out there. Meanwhile, they where standing there, like there was nothing out here that was dangerous to them. How wrong they where. It was time to get them moving towards whatever goal they might be headed towards, and remind them exactly where they where.

Cag leap from the grasses, roaring and snarling. He picked the armored demon from the group, flexing the muscles around the quills upon his back and sending a cloud of thirty quills hurtling towards the male. Several bounced off the armor from indirect stricts, however the rest found weak spots in the armor at his neck, armpits, and anywhere else the skin was exposed. Several even punctured through the armor and and embedded in his skin. Once beneath his skin, the barbs began to pump neurotoxin in to the male demon causing his nervous system to begin to go haywire, resulting in spasms and eventually heart attack and brain failure.

Roaring, Cag shot quills at several other members though they where few and random and unless these beings where totally inadequate, they all miss or be dodged easily. Then he pounced back in to the grasses, vanishing amidst the swaying orange fronds like a wraith as his quills provided the perfect camouflage and he crouched low, waiting and watching to see how the group reacted to the first death of one of their members and what they would do now.

[Thanatos]

Sitting there quietly stroking the birds chest feathers helped him think. Glancing at the group every now and then he looked over eac one of them before looking at the elemental as he got a clear warning from the dragon and her rider. Noticing that the elemental took the warning and was walking towards him. As the elemental stood in front of him he wondered if he would say something just as the male spoke up. Standing up slowly he grabbed the scythe before speaking. "Thanatos. Our personalities might cause some issues, if we can get past that we might be able to take on what is awaiting us." Hearing the woman's voice he looked over at her. Her suggestion was a good idea but the dragon couldn't take both of them for they were to heavy for her to make it that far.

He quickly looked at the dragon as she roared. Putting a hand over Morrigan to protect her from the fire that the dragon spewed over them. The dragoness stomp her feet sending clumps of orange grass flying over them, He stepped out of the way from one clump of grass before listening to the rider. Walking towards the man and his dragon he stopped roughly six feet from the man before speaking to the dragon. "It will not kill you to carry at least one of us. Think of it as doing us poor small beings a favor. Without your help some of us might not make it to the fortress.."

The feeling in his gut caused him to turn around, looking at the tall grass behind them before the quilbeast leapt from the grass. Taking the scythe in two hands he watched as the man in armor got pelted with quils. The mans body began to spasm as it roared, Thanatos took a few steps forward before stopping as it shot some random quills, dodging what quills were aimed at him with ease. As the beast jumped back into the tall grass Thanatos heard the sound of the man hitting the ground. Watching the grass for a few seconds before walking over, he kneeled down and pulled a quill from the dying mans neck. Tucking the quill away up his sleeve he stood up and looked at the group before speaking. "We need to hurry. It's still here... Dragoness! Will you take one of us? Remember that if you leave us behind you are leaving behind allies, fewer allies means your fate will soon be the same as his. At least take one of us." Looking at the rider and the dragon for their responses.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol sat with his back to a tree in Shangri-La's garden, whistling a tune with no particular flow or energy. He wasn't doing anything in particular, just going over random facts and information he kept within his mind. Plans and plots were formed just as quickly as they were discarded. Sol was finding it quite difficult to maintain a focus on anything in particular, being bored as he was.

He reached next to him and plucked up a blade of grass. Twirling it between his fingers, he promptly tossed it to the side, sighing. "So bored, so bored.." Sol muttered to himself. Just then, he sensed something. A small part of something else that was connected to him. The feeling was faint, but usually it was much fainter. He sighed, What is he doing here? Another plot of Forgery's, no doubt Sol mused to himself, remembering that mortals had been brought to the Khyper-Diorem, himself having been one such mortal at the time.

After several minutes of contemplation, Sol bounced up to his feet. Determined to go have a look at the fool, er, daemon, Sol gave a short whistle and willed himself outside of Shangri-la, not far from where the feeling was coming from. A good few thousand feet in the air and invisible, Sol floated on his side, looking down at the odd group. His eyes naturally wandered to his old friend, Vigil, and then to Astaroth. Obviously something had happened, blah, blah blah, Sol didn't really care. But his eyes widened when Vigil fell, pelted with poisonous quills from what must have been a quillbeast.

Sol willed himself to the fallen daemon's side where a reaper already knelt, and he began methodically removing the poisonous things, pulling the poison out as he did so and healing the damaged tissue. Humming a soft tune, his work finished, Sol knelt down and kissed Vigil upon the forehead then slapped him, and disappeared. The daemon would live, but he would be a bit shaken from the near death experience. Just the way Sol liked things.

[Vigilant Creed]

Vigil chuckled slightly at the dragon's rebuke to the foolish human. Even in such a serious situation, he found such a thing amusing. The apparently offended human then went and tried to seek companionship among what he obviously thought to be more friendly people's.

Vigil couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong, that he would meet his end here, before the true journey even began. He quickly began looking around for any kind of danger. The feeling he felt was familiar, it was his sixth sense and it was warning him of danger. Vigil found nothing in the surroundings, not a clue, but he could not shake the feeling. He turned to speak to the others, to warn them of his feeling, when he felt several pointed objects pierce the weak, unprotected parts of his armor.

His natural reaction was to activate his god blessed abilities, but when he felt the poison rushing through him, he stopped himself. The increased heart rate would only speed the poison's progress. Instead, Vigil willed his heartbeat to slow, hoping, praying, that one of the beings around him were possessed of the necessary abilities to save him. All he could do was wait though..

Vigil floated in a near death state, brought on by his intense concentration. He could feel the poison within him, then suddenly, he felt its presence leaving his body. The feeling was miraculous, healing flowed through him, the magical kind, and his near death state of concentration was ended with a kiss and a slap.

He leaned up, gasping and clutching his formerly wounded areas. Vigil looked to his side and saw the reaper from earlier standing there. Within seconds, he was on his feet and a step away from the being. "You! You did this?" Vigil asked, his voice demanding, hands gesturing to where the quills had been and then to the pile of quills that had been piled up nearby. Calming down, Vigil asked again, recalling the reaper's name, his tone softer "Did you heal me, Thanatos?"

[Varos Talantos]

Forgery reappeared silently, as he liked to do upon arriving somewhere. Fanfare was something for after you'd made a difference in the way something was done or someone was changed. Preferably both. Trickery was less simple when everyone knew your arrival was significant... or even occurred. Of course he wasn't going to let this little venture get too far out of sight and was going to be keeping tabs with the way things went, but he didn't plan on aiding them any. No, that was something that could not be allowed by Shangri-La. It would cast him in a bad light and that was not good for his practice in the slightest.

He arrived quietly a short distance away, standing in the tall stalks of grass to their right if one were leaving Shangri-La and remained motionless, highly unlikely to be detected. He was just in time, it seemed to watch a certain young Daemon bleed out from an early attack on the group. Best that they learn now, he supposed.

Suddenly, however, a closer presence presented itself. The young God of Entropy, Solemn Creed materialized beside the Daemon's side and Forgery's eyes flared. Did this infant dare to challenge the events that occurred in the quest of mortals? The sort of this was intolerable as Gods were not supposed to intervene in matters of this sort and especially not if being constructed by another. Direct interference of other Gods' orchestrations in so blatant a manner was a sure way to get yourself into a fight. Forgery watched as the upstart vanished and the Daemon rose. He spoke to the Reaper that had just hidden a quill in his sleeve for some reason and Forgery decided to make his move.

SHRIEK.

helpless

To awake in a field with a bad hangover as your mind works slowly to remember how you got here. The sluggish action of pushing against some sticks underneath you as you raise yourself painfully, body aching from whatever awesome party you must've had the night before.

To awake to the realization as you look about in the flat, plantless field and see that the twigs are rather bones and to recognize these bones as that of your species.

To deeply and utterly know that this is your entire future and there is naught that can change your destiny.

Thanatos would have been hard-pressed to have even had the chance to speak before Forgery ruined Vigilant's salvation and forced the Daemon into an illusion of utter despair that he would find impossible to break from. The Daemon would likely be further terrified when he realized he was paralyzed, unable to move a limb no matter his efforts. Forgery quickly lifted all of the needles that the young Deity had extracted and held them exactly an inch from the vulnerable, exposed throat briefly before allowing them to dart forward to puncture the Daemon's neck.

Satisfied, the man vanished in utter silence to leave the young adventurers to wonder what had happened just now.



((No godmodding to save your own characters, please. This is not permissable as the other players wouldn't be able to summon their God to save their other characters' life.))

[Astaroth Merula]

The daemon yawned at the boring conversation about how to reach the fortress, since he could already just fly there himself and wasn't particularly worried about anyone else. The most interesting thing at the moment was the dragon... Or maybe the angel... Both seemed like equally interesting targets for his next sacrifice to his god.

Suddenly, a beastly roar tore its way through the group as some creature popped up from the ground and shot out quills at the group, seeming to specifically aim for the angel. Well, that solved who Astaroth's target would be. The daemon felt for the atomic structure of the iron chain belt wrapped around his waist as he loosed its molecules and restructured them, the chain unwinding itself from the daemon's waist and the links closing as the new mass of iron took on a tall, elliptical shape, like an arrow shield.

Astaroth peered out from behind his hovering makeshift shield after everything had gone quiet for a while and noticed his master, Lord Creed kneeling beside the angel in a tender manner. Obviously this angel had some sort of connection with the god and was being saved by him... Then the quills that had been removed rose up and killed the angel again by someone's doing. Astaroth let a twisted smile rise up to his lips as the angel's dying twice humored him.

The daemon looked down at the dead body as the shield shifted back to its original form and looped itself around his waist once more. He clapped slowly as looked over the group and addressed them for the first. "Congratulations. We have survived the first death. Now I think we all know that we need to start moving instead of sitting out here like fucking ducks waiting for the hunter to come and shoot our tiny brains out." He clasped his hand behind his back and turned away from the group once again as he sighed heavily, wondering why they hadn't done the obvious first thing and chosen a leader.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian nodded his head at the Reaper's words, knowing that he was only going to associate due to mutual need for survival. Once Kyrian was no longer needed, or if he was not useful enough, he would be as unimportant as a rat's shit in the Reaper's eyes. The elemental shrugged, knowing that it was a reasonable outlook on things when put into a group with people who you had never met in your life, and definitely who you didn't know if you could trust.

Then the female addressed the dragoness concerning carrying him and the Reaper to their destination, but was met with quite clear rejection. It honestly was a silly question to anyone who knew anything about dragon's; the proud creatures would normally have absolutely nothing to do with any race that wasn't dragon or draconian. And then the Reaper tried his luck with the dragoness, trying to persuade her. And then trying to make a deal by getting her to carry only one of them. This one would obviously still be met with the same answer.

Then something happened. A beast roared and leaped out of the orange grass towards the group, and Kyrian's hand instantly went to his katana, drawing his blade as the beast shot quills out at the members of the rag-tag group. The quills seemed to be mainly focused upon the angelic creature, with only a few spraying out to the rest of them. Kyrian deflected two out of the way with his blade before he vanished into thin air and reappeared in the same spot as three shot past the empty space in that lapse at the same time. Then, the beast was gone.

The angel fell and seemed to be dead before some new being appeared out of nowhere and removed the quills from the corpse and revived him before vanishing once again. The reaper was now standing over the fallen body as the angel seemed to speak out to him... Before the reaper could even reply, however, the quills rose from the ground and struck their victim once more as he suffered spams and died for the second time.

Next, Astaroth came into the frame by saying exactly what Kyrian was thinking; it was time to get a move on. And since nobody else seemed to be willing to do anything so far except discuss travel, Kyrian decided that he needed to take the lead for a second in order to get the group started.

"Listen up you all. If you want to venture out here by yourself, leave now and try to stay safe. If you choose to stay here, then you're going to listen to me right now. Lady Dragoness, I know you hate to be told what to do, but if the Reaper chooses to stay in the group, you shall carry him to this 'F' place. Reaper, you shall be assigned as the sentry. Since you do not have to worry about flying yourself, you shall maintain a lookout for any dangers that might pop up for the flying section of the group. Draconian, you shall do... Whatever it is that you do. And the human-shaped female shall become this group's leader." The elemental looked each of them in the eye with determination in his eye. They were going to go by this plan or they were going to go by themselves. "I, personally, want to explore this place so I wish you all the best of luck. Also, light a fire whenever you can at night, away from your sleeping place, with some way of communicating where you are camped out. If I decide to come back to the group, I will be able to find you that way." The male looked back at the map, trying to decide where he wanted to explore first. He looked back over the group to make sure that they would hold by what he had told them.

Evanesca hissed loudly as the strange beast leap from the grasslands surrounding them and attacked one of their number. She quickly pounced forward and flung one leather wing around Adikartika, protecting him from the flying quills. She watched with amusement as the pompous demon before them was riddled with quills that fell the man. A few more flew at several other people, including her self. They glanced off her scales and she noted to herself how powerful they where. If they had struck her underbelly where the scales where softer they would have penetrated easily. She would have to remember this for later. She slowly opened her wing after the beast vanished in to the grasses again, believing the dangers to be past as she released Adi from her protective wing.

She watched with even renewed interest as somebody new appeared from nowhere, kneeling before the fallen male and kissing his forehead and clearly healing him before vanishing yet again. The fallen male stood again, fully healed and attempting to find out what had happened before suddenly the same quills that had impaled the man floated in to the air and circled around the man and impaled his neck, killing him once again. Evanesca sniffed the air, feeling the powers flowing around them. One, two, three distinct strong powers where in this area, or had been. Apparently, things where not all they appeared to be inside the quite, magnificent city of Shangri-la and that eventually they, being her and Adi, would have to pick a side. That would be later however. Right now they needed to get going, and perhaps get better prepared.
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Adi saw the creature leaping from the grasses around them, then suddenly the world went a reddish orange around himself. Evanesca had clearly thrown her wing over him, protecting him from danger. Several moments passed, and he wondered what was going on outside his sudden leathery prison. Then the wing lifted, and Adi blinked and looked around to see what had happened. THe male with white wings lay upon the ground, bleeding to death. Then suddenly a male appeared, kneeling and clearly healing the mortally wounded male.

Adi stepped away from even a bit, flicking his gaze around the area. Several quills where laying upon the ground in varies places but the beast was gone. Whether killed, chased off, or simply retreated it was gone though he doubted something so large with such stealth had been driven off in the few seconds that it had been there. He looked back at the male being attended to who had stood up now, the second healing male gone. Adi blinked slightly, shaking his head. That was very fast. Almost as if the second male had been waiting for the injury to happen and was ready to heal the male.

Almost as suddenly as all that had happened, the quills that had once been in the male rose from the ground, impaling his throat again and killing the man once again, this time for good. Adi blinked and eyed the quills laying around upon the ground. They where clearly very powerful and dangerous. That made them all the better to use again whatever creatures they might find out here in this...world? Dimension? It mattered little which it was. Adi looked down at his pistol in it's holster upon his side. He had a few extra clips for it. How effective would they be though against things like what had attacked them however? It was not worth risking his life on.

Creatures would have to have ways of defending themselves however from each other. He figured these quills, that had been so effective against one of their own members would undoubtedly be more effective then their own meager weapons. He began to wander around, gathering up the quills that had been fired. He probably looked pretty ridiculous doing this, but he had his reasons. When he had almost two dozen of the two and half goot long quills he walked to the dead corpse. He glanced around at the others, then began to strip off the armor from the corpse. He pilled it beside him as he worked, then he began to check the pockets. He figured there was not much in there, or at least nothing of use. He was correct.

Adi needed a way of launching the quills he had gathered. They would be almost useless up close, for being a human he would surely be dead by the time that happened. He had not stayed alive all those years being a demon hunter by being stupid. No, he had learned to make do with what he had available. Something he was finding of extreme use at the moment. He glanced about the area and seeing no trees, just the tall swaying grass, he looked back at the dead man. Reaching up and grabbing his sword, he raised it over his head and brought it down hard, severing the one white wing from the male's body. He grabbed it and drug it over to Evanesca and looked at her. "Eva, love, if you would burn the flesh from this till there is only bone left.
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Evanesca watched her companion, wondering what he was up to then blinked it surprised as the male began stripping the dead body. Then he hacked off a wing and brought it over to her. Even for a dragoness, she was surprised. She hesitated, then did what her rider requested of her. She gently exhaled a tiny stream of fire upon the severed wing, flesh burning rapidly beneath the heat and falling away till nothing was left but bone. Finished, she stopped breathing fire and watched her rider. She trusted his judgement, knowing he only did what was needed however this time she had no idea what he was planning.
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Adi stepped out of the way as the searing flames scorched the flesh away from the wings and when it was finally finished he moved back in. He knelt, sifting through all the little bones until he came upon the specific one he was wanting. It was the long main stay bone of the wing. Flexible for flight, but still extremely strong. He picked it up, smiling. He then walked to the grass, the only available thing he had to himself at the moment. With a quick swipe of his sword he slashed down several tall fronds then went back to Eva. He was going to make himself a bow. It was a ranged weapon, more useful to himself then a close weapon and with it he could fire these quills. Walking over he began to strap some of the armor upon himself. His left shoulder and arm received a gauntlet that covered it, before things really hit the fan.

He looked at the male began to bark orders. He simply TOLD Evanesca what she would do. Evanesca roared, angry filling her again and she charged towards Adi. She scooped the man up and whipped her large wings open. With three huge beats she launched in to the air, soaring upwards away from them all and away. Spotting a large lake, she headed towards it her large wings beating hard against the air. She slowly circled around the lake, looking for anything that might want to injure herself or Adi. She couldn't see anything, but that made no guarantee. Taking a deep breath, she hurled a large ball of fire in to the grass upon the side of the lake, searing a large spot for her to land. The smoke would chase the creatures away for plains creatures would instinctively run from fire. She swooped low, depositing Adi upon the ground and landing beside him. She was very upset, having been insult three times by no more people then that as well.

[Stilia Medusa]

Stilia couldn’t help it, a small twitch of her lips brought the corners pointing down, as she scowled slightly. The dragon set herself into an oversized hissy fit, like a toddler being asked to share their favourite toy. Her feet stomped around, she roared, and flames spurted about. The Rider glared at her. Stilia didn’t know much about dragons, but obviously being spoiled brats is a characteristic. She had met a dragon before, and despite that it wouldn’t enjoy giving another a ride, it was certainly logical enough to realize that saving the lives of others would put them in it’s debt and eventually pay it back. But apparently this dragon didn’t realize that. Thanatos also seemed to see Stilia’s point, already arguing. But perhaps it was merely for the sake of his life. She was about to reply to the Rider, tell him she would indeed let someone get a ride on her back to save their lives if she was big enough to do so.

But before those words could be said, something happened. Some beast jumped from the tall orange grasses. It shot quills of some sort, instantly impaling the angel-who-smelt-differently. The creature snarled ferociously, and once the non-angel had died, quills were shot at the rest of them. It was a much less deadly attack then the one that had befallen the dead man, and Stilia jumped. Her powers kept her afloat, dodging all the quills as they flew past beneath her. She landed lightly, looking like Peter Pan himself, and was ready to fight, but the creature had already dashed away. There was no point in pursuing it though.

She sighed, cursing herself under her breath. They were idiots, standing around there, and she had let it happen. This was the problem with a large group, too much chatter, no action. She wanted to get this over with, she wanted to survive. Before she could make another move though, something miraculous happened. The dead man was no longer… dead. A man kissed him, disappeared, and the –non angel stood, and managed to splutter out a single sentence, before the quills killed him a second time. Obviously these quills had some sort of poison. She wondered if they could be re-used, and picked up a few that littered around, slipping them into her pocket.

This place truly was odd. Odd, frightening, and dangerous.

She had to get out, to survive.

Stilia turned, her eyes glancing over to the daemon, who was clapping. He spoke, and despite his rudeness, Stilia had already come to that same conclusion and therefore agreed with his words. Next thing she knew, that elemental was trying to take charge. She sighed under her breath, and raised a very surprised eyebrow when he simply appointed her leader. Stilia was not a direct leader. She was the snake in Eve’s ear, telling her the directives to take, while avoiding the dangers that came with being seeing as the leader. He also gave them some advice, preparing on setting off on his own to explore.

She pursed her lips, hoping the others did not follow this elemental’s choice. There was danger in being a leader. Being behind the scenes had always been her style.

She cast a curious glance as the Rider did all sorts of tasks, gathering quills, maiming the angel, and a few other things before being scooped up by his dragon and being flown away. Well there went the last option of carrying those whom could not fly. She gave another inaudible sigh. They would walk, stick together. If it became too dangerous, those who could fly would ditch those who cannot and just make it the rest of the way without them.

She rolled out her map once more, looking at it briefly. There was a Library nearby. Stilia’s obsession with books whispered within her. She raised her eyes again and cast a glance at the elemental. “Wait,” She asked of him. “We may end up having to travel by foot anyways, with the dragon gone. Would you like to remain with us until you wish to branch off? There are advantages to both of us in this.”

[Cordoba]

Taking the map before the male named Forgery promptly vanished, Cordoba frowned and glanced at the map. He glanced over it cursorily but there was not much to it besides a simple place marking where some place named Shangri-la was and the "F" the other male had told him Kyrian was moving towards. There was also a few other places upon the map that Cordoba would have to visit later after he finished with his mission. Always was it a good thing to learn about new places and things for you never knew when that knowledge could be tactically advantageous in one's favor. He quickly memorized the map then folded it up and slipped it in to the waist band of his pants beside his dagger and glanced about to set his bearings in his head. Smiling, he spread his wings ready to leap upwards in to the air and fly towards his goal. He wished to see as much as he could on this hunt as well, instead of doing it the quick and easy way.

He halted before having successfully completed the motion of the downward stroke for his initial flight, and blinked at the enormous creature flying towards them. It was clear what it was, for only on thing had ever caught his attention in such a way before. A dragon, with it's draconian partner. Now that was interesting. So there where others here in Shangri-la besides this Kyrian and himself and Forgery. The male had forgot to mention that. However it was inconsequential at the moment. He closed his wings, watching the dragon burn a swath of grass upon the embankment across from him then deposited a man from her claws then landed rather roughly. Cordoba smiled to himself. People who where not so attentive as he was have though the dragon ungainly based upon that landing. However Cordoba's only other dealings with a dragon of almost twice this one's size had showed him that no matter how large, a dragon knew exactly how to move it's body. It was a natural predatory instinct , and as apex predators dragons where had one of the best kinesthesia he knew about. This dragon, was in fact, extremely angry.

Cordoba thought about it for a second. Should he perhaps go over and strike up a conversation. After all, a draconian was merely a human with the ability to speak to those monstrous, unearthly creatures known as dragons. This one may need his help in this strange land. That, or should he move on towards his goal of finding Kyrian Tidus the one he sought. Choices choices, and he seemed to have so many of them at the moment. He thought about it, then decided he could use information. He thought about it, and was instantly teleported over to where the dragon and the rider had landed (or deposited in the riders case) and keeping his hands away from his swords to show he meant no threat he spoke to them both.

"Good after noon. I was wondering if you two might be of some assistance. I seem to be lost, and do not know where I am anymore. Surely a mighty magnificent dragon like your and it's rather attractive rider could help a stranger out in these strange lands though this is not where I am from originally." Cordoba smiled, for now that he was closer he could indeed see that the dragon's rider was a rather attractive male. Funny he should notice such things at the moment. However, this man could have almost reminded Cordoba of himself maybe at a younger age. Albeit minus the wings and darker hair.