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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 23, 2022 21:28:59 GMT
"I don't mind being perceived a fool. Everyone else tends to get too serious about things."
Cody follows the mysterious stranger. Keeping pace and feeling like his eyes are playing tricks on him.
"Interesting form of locomotion you have. Very stealthy."
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Post by Admin on Oct 23, 2022 21:54:29 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/dpySw0F/Baz~png "I understand using foolishness to disguise yourself, but it is an act you should discard when necessary. Wait. I'm wrong. If people see you not acting a fool, then they will suspect that something is wrong."
"This takes birth and practice. one of your blood will never acquire the talent." Under the shadow of a rocky outcropping is a black carriage with two black horses. Even the driver is dressed all in black, his face hidden under a wide-brimmed tophat.
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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 24, 2022 14:55:50 GMT
Cody chuckles. "'...One of your blood.' Serpent's fang, I hear that a lot. It's a curse to be both venerated and despised for something that I have no control over; because of something my alleged grandfather did trillions of turnings ago: Him and that accursed ~Unicorn~."
Seeing the coach and driver, Cody notes that they are also muffled. The fashion trends that sweep through the affluent Ways are ridiculous. Proving that Humans/Demons aren't very far removed from less sentient creatures. Fluffing and preening for status and sex. However, he didn't want to ridicule these two henchmen. How their master chose to dress them was beyond their control.
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Post by Admin on Oct 24, 2022 16:44:32 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/dpySw0F/Baz~png "Enter. Quickly," Baz says pointing to the carriage.
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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 24, 2022 17:08:05 GMT
Cody is growing more curious by the minute. Who is the mysterious master to whom he is being escorted? "Sure thing Baz. How many ~Shadows~ per gelding does this rig get?" That'll get me a laugh, or a punch in the face, Cody thought as he climbs into the carriage. "So, where are we heading anyway? Who is your master?"
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Post by Admin on Oct 26, 2022 5:16:57 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/dpySw0F/Baz~png "As I understand it, Shadow does not have measure and is a non-Euclidian space so questions of distance and mileage have no meaning.
"I can not say. The odds of us not being overheard as we ride are non-existent. Assuming things like odds made sense in this realm, which I doubt. It truly is a great place to break a gambling addiction."
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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 26, 2022 12:55:00 GMT
Being with Baz is starting to give Cody a headache. Something about the mysterious stranger seemed unnatural. If there's such a thing as being unnatural in Chaos?
It's not that Baz didn't have a sense of humour, it's more of an alien sense of humour. That Baz and the coach driver aren't from the courts and they don't like being here.
"You take things a little too literally Baz."
"I'd be willing to wager that you guys aren't from around here, though."
Cody adjusts himself in the Carriage to look around and try to assess where they are heading.
Speaking of addiction... Being an Adrenaline Junkie, Cody is getting a thrill from the ride into mystery and starts to fidget with anticipation.
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Post by Admin on Oct 28, 2022 2:06:18 GMT
"Wager what you wish, though I was led to believe you were proud of your destitution."
Maybe Baz does have a sense of humour.
There are silent minutes in the cab. Cody doesn't recognize where they are or where they are going. Baz hammers on the roof.
"Faster! Faster! I feel forces gathering about us!" he yells to the driver.
The driver whips the horses to more incredible feats of pulling through the night-shrouded city.
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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 28, 2022 14:38:16 GMT
Cody laughs in ernest, "My win would simply be in the form of satisfaction. I have no interest in in materialism and I do not consider myself destitute in the least. I have all the wealth I require. Is my asceticism a point of pride? Perhaps."
The idea of 'forces gathering' is a little disconcerting to Cody. "What forces might they be?"
Hearing the lash of the whip, "Is that necessary? There are plenty of other quicker modes of transportation that don't require the abuse of innocent creatures.."
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Post by Admin on Oct 29, 2022 20:40:32 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/dpySw0F/Baz~png "Forces in opposition, long held in balance but now tipped since it was decided to pluck you from your innocent idling."In this case, yes they are necessary. Reasons will take too much time to go into right now.
"Left! Left! Left!" he screams to the driver. The carriage tilts onto two wheels as it turns as sharply as the driver can manage before falling back onto all four wheels with a bone-jarring thud. "Not good for the axles, that was," the driver calls down. "Do you think this cart will survive this night? Do you think we will survive this night?" Baz shouts back. "There, ahead, see that small alleyway? You will need to go down there." he tells Cody. "Have any weapons? Now would be a good time to-"There is a sound like the rising of Leviathan from the depths. The carriage tips and flies through the air and crashes in a heap. The screams of the horses are cut short on landing. The cab is cracked open and lies on its side. Baz is stunned for a moment then begins to pull himself up.
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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 29, 2022 21:40:17 GMT
Cody was going to say that he has a Sgian Dubh, but didn't didn't get an opportunity before the wind was knocked out of him.
Gasping for a breath, Cody needed to assess the situation quickly and decide to work the Logrus to fetch more suitable weapons or rely on his ability to ShapeShift.
The ShapeShifting reflexes that he developed in the Abyss made the decision for him as his skin began to toughen and his teeth and nails thicken and grow.
Cody springs into action, heading down the alleyway that Baz had indicated while checking over his shoulder to see if he is being pursued. Whether it's better to retreat or if it's too late and he needs to stand and fight.
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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 30, 2022 2:36:43 GMT
Cody stops himself and turns to look at the wreckage of the carriage.
"Forces in opposition?"
"Balance tipped... Because of me?"
"That's ridiculous!"
With a giant leap of ego, Cody questions whether he is being abducted by Baz and their accomplice and maybe this attack is a rescue.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2022 3:51:28 GMT
The carriage is smashed, one horse is very dead, and the other is dying, its hooves shaking and its breaths gasping. The driver is smeared across the road.
"Run!" Baz yells.
As Cody looks around, a crossbow bolt strikes him in the chest. Others ricochet off the bricks around him.
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Post by Cody D'Avalon on Oct 30, 2022 4:42:48 GMT
This, apparently, wasn't the time or place to debate the issues. Cody turned and started running down the alleyway in earnest.
The crossbow bolt jostling inside his ribcage is extremely disconcerting. Not to mention painful. The knowledge that more injury was being caused by his movements but he's helpless to remedy the situation. Knowing also that to pull it out will cause even worse damage.
Cody darts from side to side. It slows his progress, but hopefully makes it more difficult for his pursuers to target him. He desperately seeks a doorway or window to escape through. Somewhere to shelter for a few minutes where he might get a chance to extract the crossbow bolt and Shift the wound before continuing his flight.
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Post by Admin on Oct 31, 2022 3:34:25 GMT
The ally is odd; the further Cody ventures down it, the taller the windowless walls climb to each side. It comes to a dead end with a black door to his left and a white door to his right. A puddle of rich red blood seeps out from under the white door.
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