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Post by Kaitan on Apr 14, 2004 15:52:35 GMT -5
What an old inn looms over one of the slums' crooked streets. It looks like it should have fallen down a long time ago, but its former elegance still shines through. Strangely, there are very few signs of vandalism on its walls. The front door seems to have been barred shut at one point. A wooden sign hangs down above it. It reads:
THE TWILIGHT INN
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Post by Kaitan on Apr 22, 2004 18:46:10 GMT -5
Kaitan walks quickly down the uneven streets of the slums. Two men, obviously drunk, are fighting in front of the Inn. Kaitan continues on at the same pace. Right before he reaches the pair, both turn toward him, their eyes alert and sober. One draws a dagger and the other a crude crossbow. The one with the dagger lunges at the vampire's neck. Simultaneously, a bolt flies from the crossbow, aimed at Kaitan's heart.
In a sudden burst of movement, Kaitan throws his legs out to his side and is suspended in air, his body completely horizontal, until gravity begins to pull him down again. In this time, the bolt passes just under him and the dagger-wielding arm is held out above him. Still in the air, he grasps the limb and snaps it.
He disappears momentarily and reappears standing up. He kicks the disabled man in the face with his boot. The man crumples, but his companion does not run away, his greed overcoming his fear.
"Last chance,"
Kaitan whispers. The man remains where he is, pointing the crossbow at Kaitan's chest. Kaitan's hand flies down. He draws his sword and decapitates the man in one smooth motion.
Kaitan licks the blood off of his sword. He then kneels and draws the blade along his palms in turn before entering the Inn, both hands bleeding.
He leaves the unconcious man in the street.
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Post by Catriona on Apr 23, 2004 4:52:57 GMT -5
*A letter in a small, spidery handwriting appears suddenly on a table inside the Twilight Inn. It's addressed to Kaitan Seraphime and when opened found to be an invitation to the wedding of Satorius and Catriona Trevain next Tuesday*
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Post by Kaitan on Apr 23, 2004 16:07:45 GMT -5
Kristoph walks past the table, headed toward the bar to serve himself a drink. He glances at the note, but continues walking. After a few steps he stops himself and picks up the note. He looks around the room and then focuses his blue eyes on a young apprentice sitting near the fireplace.
"Have you seen Kaitan, kid?"
The boy nods and points toward a half-open door.
"He went that way, sir."
"Thanks. What's your name, kid?"
"Ter, sir, short for Terrinam."
Kristoph nods and walks toward the door. He pulls it open. It leads up a stairwell. He walks up the uneven steps easily. He walks down one of the corridors of the second level until he finds the only claimed room in that particular hallway, Kaitan's.
He opens the door but there is no light source inside. The light from the hall cuts through the room, revealing a dusty bed. Kaitan is standing just to one side of the door, out of the light. He is not wearing a hood or a cloak. Instead he is wearing a dark gray piece of fabric wrapped around his eyes and black leather armor. Kristoph is startled but doesn't show it.
"What is it, Kristoph?"
Kristoph doesn't answer for a moment as he looks around the dark room. Tapestries in rich but shadowy colors line the walls. One tapestry in particular catches his eye. It is primarily white and depicts a strange city with magestic towers and alabaster fortress walls. As he turns back to Kaitan he swears that the tapestry changes, the soaring towers burning and black hordes filing the streets.
"A message for you, Kaitan. A wedding summons. Catriona Trevain and Satorius. We, uh, have very little information on either..."
"Don't worry about it. I know them."
"Well, be careful anyway. The Eversong that Trevain runs was Nightshade territory in the past."
"I know."
Kaitan falls silent for a moment. He speaks after a few seconds.
"Thank you, Kristoph."
"Any time."
Kristoph leaves the room and closes the door behind him.
Inside, Kaitan wonders how he could have possibly missed so much.
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Post by Kaitan on Apr 25, 2004 16:16:30 GMT -5
Kaitan walks down the empty hallways of the second level. He can hear faint whispers in his ears, coming from all directions. He has come to believe that the Inn is haunted. He never believed in ghosts before, but, then again, he never believed in vampires either. He wonders if specters are looming all around him, taking advantage of his blindness...
Finally he reaches the main room. Kristoph is just finishing telling some of the newer members a story. Kaitan serves himself a drink and listens to the end of Kristoph's story. When Kristoph finishes, Kaitan walks over to him and hands him an ale. Kristoph is the first to speak.
"What's on your mind, Kaitan?"
"Do you believe in ghosts, Kristoph?"
"Sure I do... uh, why?"
Kaitan is silent. After a moment, Kristoph speaks again.
"My guess is that you've met the ghosts upstairs. Am I right?"
He continues without giving Kaitan time to answer.
"Don't worry about them. They're harmless. Most people don't even notice them. They say that they killed a kid once, but those are just stories. Don't think that they could kill you. I mean, you are a vampire..."
His voice trails off and he looks at Kaitan with some degree of fear in his eyes.
"I never told you that."
"The Order is not blind. No offense."
"None taken."
"Don't worry about it, anyway. I won't tell anyone."
"It doesn't matter. If an Order member asks you, tell them. If they have a problem with it, direct them to talk with me."
Kristoph nods. Kaitan smiles.
"I can't see, remember?"
"Oh, sorry."
They both fall quiet and sip their drinks in silence.
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Post by Kaitan on Apr 26, 2004 16:19:15 GMT -5
Kaitan is sitting by himself in the main room of the Inn. The fire is struggling to survive, and darkness and cold have restored their dominion over the Inn, at least temporarily.
Kristoph is gone off into the city with young Ter. The two of them seem to like each other's company very much, and the attention is good for the orphan.
Such thoughts run through Kaitan's head as he sips his drink. The cold barely affects him, and the darkness is comforting. The ghostly whispers from the halls upstairs have followed him here. He can almost make out what they are saying... but then he realizes they aren't speaking to him. They are laughing at him.
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Post by Catriona on May 5, 2004 13:24:52 GMT -5
*There is a postcard from Sat and Cat for Kaitan Seraphime. It has been enchanted so that the moment Kaitan touches it (and only Kaitan), the words are read out to him in Cat's happy voice, automatically the first time, and at his will at any time after*
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Post by Kaitan on May 5, 2004 15:36:21 GMT -5
The young orphan, Ter, is the first to notice the postcard. He picks it up and looks around the room for Kristoph or Kaitan. Seeing neither and resigned to his fate, he walks grudgingly toward the stairs. From what the others have told him about Kaitan, he fully expects to be skinned alive when he reaches Kaitan's room. Twice.
He finally reaches Kaitan's quarters. He takes a deep breath and pushes the door open. Seeing nothing through the veil of darkness, he croaks something out in a weak voice. He notices movement in the shadows and jumps when Kaitan appears in front of him, wearing only a dark cloth around his eyes and loose, dark clothing.
"Yes, Terrinam?"
"Um...er..."
Kaitan smiles, careful to hide his fangs.
"Is it about that postcard in your hand?"
Ter looks stupidly at the paper in his hands for a moment.
"Um... yes. Here."
He hands the card to Kaitan. Ter notices what look like claws on the tips of Kaitan's fingers, but they are gone next time he looks.
"Is that all?"
Ter nods, then remembers that Kaitan is blind.
"Yes, s-sir."
Kaitan rests his hand very gently on the boy's shoulder for a moment. Ter can't help but notice how cold it is and shudders despite himself. Kaitan quickly pulls his hand back.
"On your way then."
Ter can hear faint voices and laughter coming from behind Kaitan, but dismisses it as a product of his imagination. Ter turns and walks away quickly.
Kaitan shuts the door and smiles to himself. He places the card on his unused bed and runs one finger softly down it, waiting for the enchantment he sensed to trigger.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on May 9, 2004 12:11:26 GMT -5
*Some guards put a few wanted posters on the Inn. The posters give a description of Nero, with a rather well done sketch to help the imagination some.*
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Post by NeroDragoon on May 9, 2004 16:59:18 GMT -5
*Nero walks by wistling to himself. After a moment he notices the posters* Gah these are everywhere. *He spends the next few minutes setting them all ablaze*
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Post by Kaitan on May 9, 2004 17:26:16 GMT -5
Kristoph steps out of the inn, a hatchet held loosely and without threat in his hand.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't burn down the Inn. It's rather old, you know."
Kaitan slips out the door, wearing his cloak with hood, and speaks to Kristoph softly.
"Need help?"
Kristoph doesn't answer, but continues speaking to Nero.
"We saw the posters already anyway. Not that we care much."
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on May 9, 2004 19:10:34 GMT -5
*After some guards see ashes, they grumble and replace the posters with fire-proof ones. As a second thought, they get mages to anchor the posters in place until the capture of the suspect.*
[ooc: This assumes Nero has already left this place.]
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Post by Kaitan on May 9, 2004 19:22:44 GMT -5
Janus, standing outside, watches the guards until they disappear from sight. He then walks calmly into the Inn and informs Kristoph.
Minutes later, Janus walks out of the Inn. His clothing and features are vaguely different than before. He waves a hand in front of the posters and they disappear, hidden behind an illusion.
Inside the Inn, Kristoph is speaking with Kaitan.
"A couple Nightshades came poking around not too long ago. They didn't cause much trouble, but we should still be wary. All the guards make me nervous, too."
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Post by NeroDragoon on May 9, 2004 20:45:41 GMT -5
[er sorry... i should be more clear. i am gone from here hehe]
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Post by Rumerin on May 10, 2004 3:50:30 GMT -5
*A little girl wanders around the street. She's human, and no older than perhaps ten or eleven years. Her chestnut-coloured hair is tied up in a tail, she's wearing simple clothing. She seems to be lost*
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