11:46:35 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter had spent the entire evening sleeping with Penance. Having both claimed her Heart and her body, as far as the Phoenix was concerned the two were as close as two individuals on opposing sides of the fence could get. It was true that Peter had left the Dark Clan and had chosen to remain Neutral--he was no longer concerned about the Humans, as he didn't think they were the problem--it was Fae. Fae who had powers who weren't easily controllable. Fae like The Ash and The Morrigan, who apparently had Godlike powers and they answered to no one. They could do as they pleased, and mostly couldn't feel the backlash of their decisions unless disputed by the other. It was for this reason that Peter felt they were just really powerful Fae, acting along the lines of a 'Playing God' scenario. Peter had taken a shower, put on his daggers and put on his necklace and was now flying outside. It was a half-hour after midday, and he was just enjoying the rays of the sun beating down against his feathers--and enjoying the
12:35:57 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter still couldn't help but feel a bit estranged. It was likely because that he was born in a human body, and spent much of his life in one--and he has only recently become a Phoenix. Whilst he's been able to function as easily in this form as he was in his human form, he still couldn't help but feel as if he was more animal than human. Especially with how his feet close like hands. He closes his eyes as he flies along...opening them again as he suddenly swoops down and flaps his wings as he touches down upon an abandoned sidewalk somewhere in downtown Boston. Why he had landed was because a large piece of cut glass was set against a truck and he was looking over himself as he dusts his feathers off. Then places his hands on his sides and tilts his head at the image in the mirror, seemingly admiring himself and seemingly exploring his new appearance. He brought a hand up to stroke his chin, "I wonder...who created the Fae?" he thought to himself aloud.
12:44:34 Delaney had woken earlier, beside Galen. Her fear at first was that he’d be dead, only he wasn’t! Thank goodness for small miracles, if one believed in that. It was the first time in eight years where she’d woken up with someone who wasn’t a corpse at her own doing. The thought made her feel rather strange however and she needed to think about just what had happened. It wasn’t like her to get attached to anyone and Galen was quickly filling that spot. After finding a piece of paper and a pen, she’d scribbled a note stating she had to see Trick at the Cork and wouldn’t be long. Specifically telling him not to worry, with an addendum that stated Thanks for last night.. . What else was she suppose to say? She was completely healed of any injury thanks to their indiscretion, beyond that, she had his strength, his power within her own energy resource. Before long, the Young Succubus would be found shifting from one building to the next, sticking to the shadows as best she could as she maneuvered through the City,12:44:48 [Delaney] well aware that The Morrigan could and likely would send someone after her again. She paused however, full stop as she turned the corner just within the warehouse district, eyeing Peter. Pressed against the building in a hopes not to be seen, she inwardly cursed her actions, which in turn caused that inner alarm to flare - her imbued blood began to coarse through her body, just in case..
12:56:55 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter tilted his head at his image in the mirror. Then he turns a bit so he can look at his side and rear regions--looking at the wings and the way they came out of his body, and his tail feathers as he lifts and lowers them and then turns to face the mirror more fully. However, a scent began to enter his nostrils--it was the Succubi from the other night. He drops his arms to his sides as he tilts his head back as he inhales deeply through the holes on the front of his beak, closed to his face. He then bows his head and exhales deeply--his hot breath distending the air as he did so, fogging up the mirror as he turns and glances upwards. His bright sapphire eyes peering into her direction, "I can smell you, Delaney. What is it you want?" he had asked in a casual manner. But it was apparent that he still didn't trust her--he didn't fully believe that she wasn't the cause of the blood-selling. Even despite The Ash telling him it wasn't her--he wasn't inclined to believe much of the things that either The Dark or 12:57:04 [Peter_Xarhilm] The Light had to tell him, but as he got closer to Delaney--he could feel...a tingle. He wasn't sure why. But something inside of him was tingling. Was it her powers of lust? No...his mind was clear--it was harder for Succubi to seduce Phoenixes due to the fact they weren't even the SAME biology, and Phoenixes tended to ignite into flames and turn to ash when they died, and Succubi tended to die with them--not very pleasant. Also having a beak made it easier for them not to life-suck him dry like a grape. Yay for kissing barriers!
13:05:06 [Delaney] Her powers were purely defensive. What she wasn’t aware that the night spent with Galen had given her more than his strength. It had given him her power - albeit temporarily. This wasn’t to be known by the Succubus, and likely not for a while until a near death situation occurred and it simply would just happen. The effect would wear off of course, but it was a part of Delaney’s bloodline which was, of course a completely mystery. Her heart however pounded within her chest, against her ribcage as she heard Peter’s voice. Surprised however to hear him actually talk, rather than just blast the entire building to smithereens. Puzzled, she composed herself and motioned from the shelter of the building, coming to rest a fair distance away from the creature. Her ebony dark strands hung in rivulets around her face, still interwoven with ribbons of silver, ivy and baby’s breath from the living dream she’d experienced. The dress she wore was the same white attire, cotton in material, near translucent with the light --13:05:21 [Delaney] with the light behind her. The empire waist, and short hemline added a near doll-like appearance to the ravishing beauty, innocent and purity though, those who knew her powers knew that it couldn’t possibly be true. A contrast in all manners, her azure hues shifted to the pale ice, near neon blue as she peered at the large Bird, eyes narrowed to keep him in her sights, keenly aware of his actions should they suddenly change. The pheromones were of course, being secreted, anyone close by would start to feel the heat. “Why did you try to kill me?” the question was purged before she had the sense to reign it in. “Why does The Morrigan want me dead?” Straight to the point. Why not?
13:16:00 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter took note of that heat as he rolls his neck around a bit--like her, he was resonating heat; but his kind of heat could have likely killed her if it was applied full force. The Phoenix began to pad towards the side--she could see how his feet moved, the way the toes curled under and those vicious talons laying against his soles and then the toes splaying apart as the talons clicked upon the concrete. His legs were also double-jointed like an animal's hindlegs. His tailfeathers twitching up and down--though he was wearing an amulet of sorts that was different from the other night, and a series of daggers sheathed in a holster on his left thigh. He brought up his shoulders towards her in response, "Why does The Lady Dark want anyone dead? Either they've pissed her off, failed her, or she just doesn't like you. As for the particular reason why she wanted you dead? She contracted me to kill you, was paying me a mint too--ten mill. Said I could do whatever it took to make sure you didn't get out of that 13:16:09 [Peter_Xarhilm] fight alive--even gave me permission to nuke the Dark Prince's home if I had too. Human casulties? She didn't care--told me to go crazy, but make sure it got done. I was informed you were the dealer of blood for Spellbound." and his eyes narrowed, "I still don't have any reason to believe otherwise." and then his face softens a bit, "You know, for someone trying to avoid becoming a target you're making it painfully easy for hunters to track you. The Lady Dark doesn't give up easily--she'll likely have me killed, as much good as that'll do her--I'm a Phoenix. We can't just 'die'. Or she'll hire something nastier to come after you. And I'm pretty much the top of the class in the assassination bit--you're my first contract to have ever gotten away alive. But something also caused me to nearly Supernova too--and that was an uncalculated risk. So tell me--what the hell did you do to get her to hate your guts so much?"
13:29:11 [Delaney] Listened to the male’s words, brows arched, eyes remaining narrowed. At first, she wasn’t sure if he’d give her any information but the Phoenix seemed more than forthcoming, with no reason to lie. Her arms folded over the subtle curve of her breasts, head canted as she took in the information. By the time he was finished, her anger had started to curdle - not toward Peter but The Morrigan. “I’m not hiding from her. Not really. I’ve petitioned her to face me alone.” The words were spoken with conviction and confidence. “As for her lies , and that is what they are, lies - it proves to me that I am a stronger foe than she anticipated. She’s hiding behind the truth. I’ve no reason to sell my blood, considering that I have no idea what I was until a few months ago. Beyond that..” she frowned, dropping her arms as she shook her head. “I’ve nothing to defend myself over because I’ve done nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have to stay in hiding, or cower behind others for something I haven’t done. I have issued a ==3:29:26 [Delaney] a challenge to face her. Now, I wait and see what she does next.” There was a pause as she considered her life, Galen’s life - all the innocent people that could have died because of The Morrigan. “How can someone put so much power to abuse and get away with it. It has to change. She can’t be allowed to go on, to do this. People died because of your actions, acting on her willingness to kill me, and pay you and I can’t see even Ten Million being worth that.” The creature could attack her at any given moment, but Delaney was passionate about this and she wanted him to know it. Why? She wasn’t sure but some how people needed to know the truth. “If not, kill me now and be done with it, but know that you are killing the innocent for a darker power to grow more powerful. I don’t know why I’m such a threat. Maybe because I’m the only one who’s stood up to her, so far.”
13:38:42 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter stops as he glances at her, "The Ash spoke with me yesterday--wanted to know why I did what I did. That contract on you was a disaster--my first professional blunder, period." he waved a clawed hand aside, "At most, my collateral damage was limited to maybe four or six humans including the target--I killed around seventy-five people that night. Fae and humans combined, and yet you still live. You're lucky you moved from that window--only a fire-based entity can survive a direct hit from my Ash Sphere--that orb was like a bowling bowl combined with a dynamite stick, only it was white-hot. I would have killed you if I had thrown that orb a moment sooner." he brought up his shoulders in another shrug, "I agree with you that the Clan Leaders are too powerful. They have no accountability, no one can tell them what to do and what not to do--their word is Law and either you obey it, or they banish you from this dimension." he shook his head, "They're both Tyrants, they're both Dictators--except The Ash is
13:38:53 [Peter_Xarhilm] less forceful with his rulings. They expect you to do as they say, when they say, and how they say it; if you don't, they can do whatever they please with you. And so far, nobody has the power to stop them--yet." he peers at her intently as if gauging her, "If she confronts you. You'll die. No way around it--she can just look at you, and you'd feel as if you're just shriveling up. I've seen her made people just put a gun to their own foreheads and blow their own brains out, simply because she didn't like how their shoes looked." he shrugged at her, "And what would killing you serve? I failed my contract. And," he waves a taloned hand at her, "as far as I'm concerned, I'm done with you--the Leaders, and the Fae. They can play their make-believe of hiding from the cold hard facts. The humans are going to become aware of us, and there's nothing either The Light or the Dark can do about it. There's only so many lies you can tell the Humans before they start catching on. More and more people are beginning to13:39:08 [Peter_Xarhilm] realize what's happening." and he glances down, "And that's mostly my fault, granted." he glances back up at her, "War is coming, and I personally think it's going to end up being Light versus Dark--The Ash versus The Morrigan. If things keep escalating as they are."
13:46:56 [Delaney] The words he spoke mirrored that of her own. She’d not mention him of the dream - it would sound facetious and even childish to speak to the creature of such things of magic items that she would require in order to defeat The Morrigan. Though, she did comment on some of his words. “This World is changing. That I agree.” For a moment, she mulled over her words, contemplating what to say. He’d agreed he wasn’t going to kill her and she could tell from his tone alone, he was equally passionate in his beliefs. “I know how powerful she is. I know how strong she can be. I know the darkness in her and I’ve yet to truly face her. At the meeting.. She caught me off guard, but I know what I’m dealing with now. There are others too, like you that want to put an end to the tyranny. Most are fearful of change, but if they see others working toward the same goal, they may come around. Even those of the Dark are.. Questioning. “ In reference to Galen who she knew was torn between his Leader and the truth. “I’m not---13:47:23 [Delaney] suggesting we form an alliance. You did try to kill me. As you said, you yourself are among one of the more powerful creatures there is. I managed to elude death at your hands. I will do so at The Morrigans. There was means and methods, ways.. And I will find it.” She glanced around, gazing at the buildings in the area, knowing Galen was near by - hopefully he’d find her note. “I’m sure you think I’m just some young Fae, but perhaps it takes only one to start a revolution. Young or not. I’m not so conditioned with the ways of their courts, which in turn, gives me an advantage.”
13:52:32 [Lilium ] Lush wavy auburn hair swayed in the passing breeze as she set on a wooden bench at the college. Her elbows pressed to the wooden surface of the table, fingers on either side of her temples in her hair. Soft grey/blue eyes peered down into the English book, reading over the words as she studied. Last night was hazy and she could not remember much about. It was almost like a lustful dream, but it held a fog to her memory. Had he truly fed from her to the point of memory loss? No, probably till her body passed out from being drained. Her left hand dropped to the book, letting her face rest completely on her right hand, and turned the page. The sun made her hair seem a bit more orange than usual, skin ever to warm looking. The sky held a range of colors, melding from dark blue on one side to a blue as it came close to the sun. Her mind kept falling to thoughts of Rath, debating on everything, but she tried her hardest to keep her mind on the work at hand. Gripping her torso is a white V-neck T-shirt-under her~c
13:53:45 [Lilium ] shirt the amulet- that crawled down to the black pleated skirt, the hem sat two inches above her knees. On her feet is a pair of black and white converse boots, that tied up the front with white shoe lace. The college held few occupants, either leaving or coming to class. Lilium felt out right stupid about putting the seal on upside down on her leg and the burn still itched, though her socks helped with that. What Rath said, about the seal now making her a beacon; was it true? Plus, what would any Fae want with a human?~e
14:20:26 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter began to pad towards Delaney slowly as he focused his eyes intently upon her--it was like staring into the eyes of a predator, but that was mostly because of the sharp talons and the slitted pupils--they made him appear more feral than he actually was, "Change is going to happen. Irregardless if you die, if Morrigan dies--or if the Ash tries his hardest to blind himself to the fact of it all." he stops about ten-feet from her as he looks her over, "You aren't prepared to face The Lady Dark. Not mentally, not physically, not spiritually." he brings his shoulders up into a casual shrug. He sighs and turns a bit and glances into the direction of where the Cork was at, "..." and then he made his way towards it on foot.
14:21:21 [Lilium ] Lilium set up, letting both hands fall to the book to close it. Beside her book set her keyring that held three keys; ballet studio key, home, and BMW. Her left hand took hold of the keys as her right hand grabbed the book and brought it close to her chest. Ugh, it hurt to walk. It had hurt the entire day. So sore, all over. At the moment, her want to research on the Fae is at a minimum. She did not want to completely fuck something else up. Plus, she was going to see if Rath knew a way to remove the inverted seal later. Lilium walked across the green cut grass off the college, cutting through as she headed for the black vehicle. The keys jingled within her grip as she fumbled to find the car key. Once at the car, she slid the key in place and unlocked the door. With the same hand, she removed the key and opened to door. Lilium slid into the drivers seat, turned, and set her book on the back seat. Her body turned back around, closed the door, and turned the car on. Before she could push it into reverse; her~c 14:21:43 [Lilium ] black cheap flip phone made a small beep that alerted her of a call. Lilium retrieved the phone out of the middle console. Fuck, she had missed a call from the owner of the ballet studio. Before returning the call, Lilium kicked on the air conditioner. The phone rang on the other end, four times before the woman answered. She seemed very angry, "Have you seen the studio! Someone busted up a section of the mirror! I can't believe this! Did you head to the studio the other night, cause the door was unlocked as well!" Lilium bit her tongue as she lied through her teeth about the events. "No, but I did notice the window was up when I left for school today, maybe someone broke in?" The woman went out about the price of the new mirror and what not before ending the conversation. Lilium pushed the car in reverse and then drive, heading home for the rest of the day. She parked her car out front of the complex, in one of the many reserved spots for the attendants of the complex. She got out, locked the~c 14:22:14 [Lilium ] doors, and headed inside. Lilium made her way to the mailbox covered wall, noticing that she left her mailbox key in the keyhole-who knows for how long. She opened the mailbox, finding FINAL NOTICE bill for the rent. Ugh, not again. She retrieved the key, slid it on her key ring, and shut the mailbox-leaving the bill inside. Her feet pressed against the stairs, moving up the first and second flight before reaching her apartment. The landlord had her door fixed in the morning. She unlocked her door and entered, locking it behind her. Her home is clean, she worked hard on in it the following morning. Still, she kept that one foot iron bar under her bed, just in case something went down. Lilium slipped the knee high converse boots off and socks, placed them beside the couch and plopped down on the cushion. Lilium held no T.V, but she did have a stereo system. She leaned forward, grabbed the stereo remote and turned it on. She had moved her Incubus mix tape over from the small radio/CD player in her room. She~c 14:24:10 [Lilium ] had not even made the connection that the band was named Incubus. Pardon me began to play, it is the first track on the CD. The volume set at a medium setting, just enough to fill the room, but not to keep from hearing anyone. Her body stretched out on the couch, eyes closing as she enjoyed the music, mumbling along with the music. After the first track came Warning, then she set it on random for the track and left the remote on the coffee table.~e
14:24:41 JessicaG Has come back after her weekly meeting with the clan of witches in New-York. She heard about the huge storm in Boston and thought about her family, if they are alright. She called them and they were fine and she breathed a sigh of relief. In the meeting of the clan, they spoke about the strange drugs that claimed a victim from it. The drug is not a normal drug, nobody knows what it is. As she walks the street to her college for her class, she was thinking how Delaney was doing. She was claimed by the demon called Dannethion to teach her and she wanted to talk to her, or maybe to Dannethion or the man who kinda insulted her at the party but also taught her about the Fae. She knows she's got to do something.14:24:53 JessicaG As she continued walking down the streets, which were not in a good neighborhood, she saw a man dressed in a long brown coat and a hat. He looked at all direction like is always searching for someone or something. She quietly passed by him and he suddenly said to her, "Hey, wanna have some fun, girl?". She looked at him, confused. "Huh? What kind of fun?". He smiles," Fun….you know, drugs. I have all kinds of it, Heroine, cocaine, marihuana, and also something I've got from somebody, something new. It gives you the ride of your life, he said it called 'Spellbound', wants to try?". She than thought about it if to take it and give it to Dannethion or Delaney to examine it.
14:27:05 Delaney didn’t ignore the man. He spoke the truth. But her time would come and she would do it. Or at least prepare Galen to meet his destiny. She was convinced that Galen was a chosen one; the way he’d seen into her dream, heard from the same crone who’d given the instructions on what to do. She wasn’t aware that The Morrigan had told Galen the true reason she wanted Delaney dead and that Delaney was the one who could possibly cause everything to tumble down and destroy all that is known. A brief nod was given to the man who’d gazed her down, she had however stood her ground in a stubborn, obstinate fashion as if to show him she was neither afraid nor belittled by his powers and strength. Though when he turned from her to walk the path to The Cork, she exhaled only then realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time. I’ve got to find out more about those items.. Maybe Trick knows more about these things than he did the Bloodstone. Delaney was unaware that the Bloodstone had been found and in the14:27:27 [Delaney] hands of a human at that! If she had, her plan of action would currently change so she could tie up at least one loose end before beginning another.
14:39:44 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter paused after a moment and glances over his shoulder at her, "Do you know what a Phoenix symbolizes, Delaney?" he didn't wait for a response--he wanted her to think about that. Then he turned and continued a few steps, then his massive wings spreaded as he kicked off the ground and took to the sky. The way the sun shone off his feathers made him appear almost as if he was made of flames. As he takes to the sky, he went to fly the rest of the way to the Cork. Though he was addled with his own debts and reasons. He was pondering challenging The Ash himself--as he felt that if Delaney could challenge The Morrigan and survive, maybe he had a chance of besting the other? Who knows. But he pushes these thoughts aside for fear of The Clan Leaders being omnipotent. He lands right outside of The Cork as he went to open the door and slips inside.