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Nagrom and Star's Dorm
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Jun 02, 2013 03:28PM
"I hsve info on Darek." Nagrom said, smirking.
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"What info?" Star asked,she was very intrested to know.
Nagrom waved his hand, and a fake darkling appeared. "I sent one to spy on him." He said.
"Hmm, have you seen anything yet?" Star asked.She looked at the realistic fake drkling.He wouldnt expect anything.
"The Pri:Magon came to him to talk about his loss, and Drople's moving in with him." Nagrom said. "I won't be able to spy on him anymore, he put abarrier up."
"I knew he was falling in love, but i didnt think she would move in."Star said.
((OOps, i was roleplaying with darek sorry.))
((Why havent you answered.Youve made posts today, I noticed.))
((sorry, I was on my nook, and it loads super slow, I couldn't juggle so many posts.))
Nagrom walked into the dorm and summoned the false darkling, wondering what it had found.
Star stared at it, as it looked exatly like one.She was very curious.
The darkling began it's report. "Subject: Darek, has spent extended periods of time with Subject: Drople. Most likely course of defeat. Kidnap Drople, threaten Darek, victory." It said. "Alternative: Appeal to Subject: Darek's better nature. Subject: Drople has revealed that Subject Darek, is conflicted about mission. End report." It cawed.
"Conflicted about the mission?"Star asked, confused."Its been his dream to complete the mission."
"'I wont draw any naked girls. I wish I didn't have to do my mission. But I want to do it too, its like two sides of me fighting for control.'" The darkling said, mimicking Darek's voice.
Star chuckled at the first part."Wait, he wants to and doesnt want to do it?" Star said,"That is strange that his human part is fighting for control.The shadow usually has more control."
"Strange." Nagrom said. "You are dismissed." He waved at the darkling, which flew out the window.
"It is strange.Maybe him falling in love kinda helped him, but i dont think he will give it up entirely."Star said.
"No, but we can use that to confuse him. I think that I might be able to kill him, or at least hurt him with your light, but this will help." Nagrom said, scratching his chin.
"Yes, we could easily confuse him.But we could also convince him too.Maybe hurt him and convince him."Star said.
"Maybe. But I don't think it's likely." Nagrom said. ((Night))
Unconsciousness had been much better than the waking world. For one, in unconciousness, there were such things as dreams where everything seemed to be a little more peaceful than in real life. They were nice and mellow and they never really seemed to pose much danger to the blonde haired hunter that went by the name of Raylin. Of course, this only went for dreams, not nightmares. Those, the much more terrifying of the two alternatives, were definitely awful, always posing a threat to her. Perhaps they couldn't really harm her, but that didn't mean they couldn't be horrifying. And this time around, they most definitely were. Raylin had awoken from a horrible nightmare detailing the death of her family to the pungent taste of something horrid in her mouth. Immediately, she let herself gag, already letting out a string of curse words that were still more awful than the act itself. She definitely had a potty-mouth. It wasn't long after she first began gagging and cussing that Raylin calmed down enough to glance around the room, noticing that she was no longer where she once was. This place had a nice floor, not the ground of the forest. This location was furnished, not decorated with trees. Well, this was most definitely not the woods she'd been in just a little while ago. How had she gotten here exactly? She could hardly remember any of it.
"Ah. You're awake," Nagrom said, enjoying a hot turkey sandwich in a chair across the small room from her. He had been bored, watching her drool on herself, and had gone to make himself food. He'd decided to wash her mouth since he'd spat in it, and because he knew she'd hate it. She was being humanely tortured, if you asked him. No unusual or cruelty going on about it. He quite enjoyed his use of the Thanksgiving turkey he'd bought late. He forgot to get one until the fifth of December, so it had become sandwich material. And now he ate it in front of his prisoner."So, why are you trying to kill me? Money? Fame? Vendetta?" Nagrom asked. "Although, I've done nothing to incur a vendetta. I'm generally nice to everyone," he added, mulling the thought over. Were there people who hated him? He supposed that some dragons were jealous of his birthright, but she was no dragon, so she didn't count. In either case, she was a human who he'd had the pleasure of shoving a bar of soap in's mouth. She had a dirty enough one BEFORE he'd spat in it, anyway. His spit probably cleaned it a bit, since it was so acidic.
Ah, now Raylin remembered. The stupid dragon prince had pinned her down and spit in her mouth like a barbaric idiot rather than the royalty he was supposed to be. She had no doubt in her mind that was where this peculiar taste was coming from. He'd literally washed out her mouth with soap hadn't he? And this was supposed to be the heir to the royal throne of this species of dragons? That was laughable to her, really. Who wanted a prince that hit girls, spit in their mouth, headbutted them, washed out their mouth with soap, and then tied them to his kitchen chair? All Raylin knew was that if this was what passed for royalty, then it was likely that she'd be out of a job soon. The race would likely just exterminate themselves sooner or later. Watching him with narrowed eyes and a stubborn frown, Raylin lifted her chin up, resenting the idea of this whole thing. Her mouth still tasted like soap and it made her mad. He'd pay for that... "I don't have to tell you anything." She said, stubbornly, not really caring what he wanted to know. Screw him, she wasn't giving a peep. She would be nice and quiet. Right, that too was laughable. Raylin quiet; as if.
((What's with the Hitting Women thing? She tried to murder him...))"I see. Well, that's fine. You want something to eat?" Nagrom asked, shrugging. He didn't really care why she wanted to kill him. Honestly, he just wanted someone to socialize with for the moment. Anything else didn't really matter. Sure, she'd tried to kill him, but he'd spat in her mouth. They were even. He took another bite of his sandwich, chewed, and then swallowed it. "I could make you something," he offered. He had hospitality.
In fact, Nagrom knew a lot about being a prince. He knew about mannerisms and customs, fighting styles, duties, and all of that other grooming bull. However, he didn't believe that when you were fighting that mannerisms mattered, so he just sort of retaliated when necessary. "A bit of bread should get the taste out of your mouth," he said, smiling softly. He was a really nice dragon, fortunately. Most would just kill her for trying to kill them.
((That's exactly the point XD ))This guy's mannerisms confused Raylin greatly, perhaps more than they should have. In all her time as a hunter, no one had ever smiled at her, let alone offered her something to eat. Most of them just tried to kill her as Nagrom thought they would. In their minds, there was no other alternative. She was a hunter literally dragged back from the depths of hell. With all the in mind, it was practically unheard of to show her hospitality. To do that you'd either have to be a really nice person -- which Raylin thought most of them not to be -- or a desperate soul just searching for something else.
"I tried to kill you and now you want to feed me a sandwich?" Raylin asked, raising a brow at him. Something was off here. Something was definitely off. "How do I know that you're not going to poison me or something? Or, how about this, how do I know that it's not a soap sandwich that you're trying to feed me?" She looked at him for half a second before rolling her eyes. "And you know what? That taste wouldn't be in my mouth right now if someone hadn't put it there." Her eyes were now pointed directly at him, indicating, if it weren't obvious enough already, that she was talking explicitly to him. "Isn't that right, your highness?"
Nagrom tore off the uneaten part of his sandwich. "I already ate part of it, so you know I wouldn't poison myself, right?" he asked, ignoring the fact that she was being rude. He'd done her a favor, in his mind. Besides, he'd washed out his own, to see what it was like. That was why HE was eating a sandwich. Nagrom was just silly sometimes... Today, it seemed, that his usually good sense had left him."I know you can't use your arms, but you can just bite it, if you want. I don't mind," he said, holding it in front of her mouth, hoping she didn't bite his hand.
Raylin really wanted to bite his hand. That sounded like a really good idea at the time as he held out the sandwich to her. He was right there, not even a foot from her. It would have been really easy just to nail him with a good biting. However, Raylin restrained herself from doing something as that. Despite her upbringing as a hunter, she wasn't that desperate. Besides, what could she hope to do the moment that she'd bitten his hand? Eat the rest of his sandwich for herself? No, that actually didn't sound like a good idea. But being beside herself, Raylin actually took a quick bite, figuring that if he somehow managed to poison the bread five seconds before handing it to her that she would go out nobly and quietly. The least she wanted was another blast of fire coming her way. "You suck at making sandwiches." Raylin spoke, chewing her bite as though she was at a five star restaurant and her only job was to tear down the chef for everything he had. Though, if she were to be completely honest, Raylin didn't actually think it tasted all that bad. She just didn't want to admit to that.
"Yeah, I know. I'm a bit more of a steak man, myself... But I baked the bread!" Nagrom exclaimed, smiling as if he was proud of himself. He was a progressing cook. He tried very hard on everything, unless it was just for his own consumption. "So, if I let you go, are you going to try and kill me again? Don't lie. I'll smell it," he said, frowning with seriousness.He wasn't lying. In close proximity, his nose could detect multiple things. Lies, fear, anger, and other emotions that release a large amount of chemical stress on the body. It was one of the special talents that Nagrom was very proud of. He had one of the best noses in dragon history.
"Wow..." Raylin commented, drawing out the vowel just for added sarcasm. "That's amazing. I bet you even put on the condiments by yourself too, didn't you?" She smirked to herself, "Gosh, I am just so impressed. You should really try your luck at one of those master chef TV shows or something. I'm sure you'd be just fantastic." Arrogance really was one of her strong -- or weak, however you looked at it -- points. She didn't have any trouble speaking her mind or being completely and utterly sarcastic with someone, even one as important as he. Nope, reputation had nothing to do with her attitude. She didn't care who he was or who he thought himself to be. In her mind, he was just another job. Well, so far, at least. His next question actually made her chuckle a bit to herself. She'd heard of dragons using their senses more than the usual dragon, so this didn't really surprise her. Of course he would be able to tell; he had quite the super-sniffer, didn't he? "Absolutely not. No, you can definitely trust me. I have never before told a lie. Never in my life." And that right there? Yeah, that made her a liar.
"I guess you're staying right there, then," Nagrom said, frowning. He took his sandwich back, too. She didn't have to be rude to him. After all, he HADN'T ripped her throat out, burned her alive, or worse. He was being perfectly kind and her irritating attitude was making him quite the grouch. He turned on the TV that was behind her on the wall, deciding that he'd just let her sit for awhile."Tell me if you need anything," Nagrom said, sighing. She really wasn't very appreciative was she? I mean, sure, he was a supernatural and she was a hunter, but he didn't hold any hard feelings towards them after they'd murdered his best friend did he? Well... he did, but then his best friend was brought back to life as a vampire, so it didn't count. He didn't hold any hard feelings ANYMORE. That was the point. It wasn't as though dragons had done anything to her personally.
No, dragons had never done anything to her personally, but that didn't mean she couldn't hold the right to hate them. Werewolves in specific had always been the species that she'd loathed completely, but dragons were just as bad. After all, they were aligned with the werewolves, were they not? They were allies and that couldn't go unnoticed. Besides, Raylin had people waiting on her to finish this. She had money on the line; money that she was supposed to be gathering to keep herself alive. How was she supposed to do that if she didn't even have the means to get the cash she needed? Honestly. "I need you to let me go." Raylin stated, "Now." Needless to say, she was getting pretty tired of this crap. She didn't need this; she didn't need to be stuck here with some self-praising, apparently all mighty prince that took every opportunity to try and be nice to her. She didn't believe his generosity for one stupid moment. People weren't just nice for no reason. Not in her world.
"No. You need to either let go of whatever stupid reason you have for wanting to go after a dragon alone, and you need to go get some other target that you can handle. It's not like I'm one of those repulsive werewolves. I don't understand why my father even signed a treaty with them. They couldn't face us and live. It makes no sense," Nagrom said, sniffing in contempt. He hated werewolves.After all, one HAD tried to eat him when he was born. He'd just cracked open his egg and crawled out, cute giant reptile that he was, when this huge, hairy wolf tries to bite him. He didn't care that it was hungry. It had tried to EAT a baby dragon. His father burned it to ashes a second later.
"How about... no?" Raylin countered, not letting go of her pride. She could still get out of this without his help. She didn't need anything from him. She was completely and utterly fine without him. All she had to do was tug a little bit here and nudge a little bit there and... yeah, nothing. None of that had worked at all. Instead, she looked like one big mess, incapable of helping herself get free from even the simplest of nets. If only she'd brought a knife along... Her next frustrated sigh came from the realization that he'd probably eaten them all. What a sleazebag.A second after her attempted escape and no more than a minute after her first refusal, she realized what had just been uttered. "Wait, what?" The question slipped from her mouth just before she had time to stop herself, confusion lighting up her features. "You think what now?" He thought that werewolves were repulsive idiots as well? Oh, well maybe they did have something in common. Besides, you know, the tendency to spit in other people's faces, but whatever. That was beside the point.
"I think that we shouldn't have made friends with werewolves," Nagrom said. He couldn't believe that I even tried to go out with one. Good riddance to bad rubbish. I'm much happier now, he thought, shivering in disgust with himself. He didn't know WHAT had been wrong with him. In his opinion, it never should have happened. He didn't want to think about her again in his lifetime."Stupid, ignorant little puppies, the beasts. No mind over matter at all. If you ask me, my father should have declared war. They don't deserve anything less, the brutes," he growled, clearly passionate about his words. After almost being eaten AND being dumped, he was thoroughly done being nice to werewolves.
If Raylin had been speechless before, she was practically a mute now. After hearing his little talk, she'd just shut up, staring at him with obvious surprise etched in her features. He didn't like werewolves, huh? Well, that was knew. She'd always just assumed that if someone was allies with another that that meant they had each other's backs; that they were friends in a way. After all, that had always been how it was with Raylin and her family. They'd stuck together through the thick and the thin; hunters united in a cause. If they were separated, she'd go looking for them. If they were attacked, she'd take on the opponent as her own. And if they were killed, that killer better head for the hills because she was coming after them. The thought of having unfaithful allies was something she was unfamiliar with. She never would have wanted something like that.However, though she was both surprised and slightly peeved at his obvious loathing to his own supposed allies, Raylin didn't say a word. It was a complete silence that had washed over her, marked by the look she was giving him. Confusion, shock, and annoyance all rolled up into one right there. Her thought couldn't have been more clear if she was speaking them herself. And that, knowing Raylin, was saying a lot.
"I guess they're trustworthy, though. They haven't betrayed us yet, so I suppose I shouldn't talk badly about them," Nagrom noted, sighing. Sometimes he judged them a bit too harshly. "But hey, if someone tried to eat you the second you were born, wouldn't you be a little less than forgiving?" he asked. It wasn't like he was just a racist or something. He genuinely hadn't liked the ones he'd been in contact with, besides the one he'd dated. And, obviously THAT hadn't worked out...((Sorry, they're getting shorter as my eyes get droopier...))
((Haha, it's fine :) I don't mind at all.))Raylin completely bypassed the point he was trying to make. "What is it with your species and eating things?" She inquired, finally speaking once again. "I mean, one second you're eating my knives and the next you're talking about being eaten by werewolves. There's obviously something wrong here that I just haven't figured out yet." Yes, something was definitely wrong. For one, he seemed pretty mellow about this whole thing, like he wasn't all that peeved that he'd almost been eating by werewolves first thing when he was born. How odd.
"Speaking of my knives, do you intend on replacing those at all? They cost me a lot of money that I don't really have the resources to blow." Though it didn't really seem like it, Raylin had a certain attachment to the weapons that she carried. She liked to make sure that she had one on her at all times, despite what she may have been doing. She'd be that one person in a store to whip out a knife simply because someone looked like they might be pulling some weapon out of their pocket. She was that kind of paranoid.
"I suppose I COULD replace them. If, of course, you weren't going to try and kill me with them. In fact, if you really want, I'll pay you more than what they're paying you just to not kill me. Or, you know, not pester me. You aren't really doing too great of a job at the whole killing thing," Nagrom said, scratching his chin. "Yeah... I think that works.""So, yeah. Sit there and think about it, and I'll just wait until you figure out your options. I could give you money enough for knives and the job and then you could go off and do whatever it is that you hunter-y people do," Nagrom said, looking up at the TV.
Instead of agreeing right away, Raylin just watched him for another few minutes, taking in the options he'd offered. "If I'm so bad at it, why would you waste your money paying me not to kill you? It seems like a stupid business investment, if you ask me." She didn't really have a motive for asking this questions. Rather, she was actually a little interested to hear what he would say. To hear if he was really that willing to end this with a simple payday. When she got in a tight spot, it wasn't often that her target would simply show her off with a check. That sounded more than a little fuzzy to her."And, besides, how do you know that I'm not going to take your money and come back a few days later? You willing to relocate and all the crap just to let me go?" Maybe it wasn't smart to make him question his motives, but that was Raylin's arrogance. That was her curiosity. It always intrigued her when others showed sympathy towards other people. It was peculiar, a thing she never really showed much of. Though she could be caring to those she knew well, she couldn't say that she would be acting such a manner in his position. No, she would have been long gone if she were him.
"No. I'd be paying you to stop TRYING. It's irritating. I have better things to do than fight off someone who doesn't know what they're getting into. I captured you easily enough, did I not?" Nagrom asked, tired of her attitude. "Really, I'm only giving you two options. Leave me alone for money, or leave alone without money. If you don't take either, I'll just kill you," he said, sighing. His dad would approve of that. Safe than sorry and all that.((I'm at school, so short replies until I get home.))
((It's okay :) My school blocked GR (stupid... so stupid...) so I can only reply when I'm home on a computer anyways.))And he'd only get more tired of her attitude. "The only reason you captured me was because I let you." She stated, obviously lying. Raylin was too stubborn to care though. She gave him a glare for a long while after that, assessing him in a way. After a moment, the glare broke and she was laughing to herself. Loud, almost manic giggles that she couldn't really control even if she'd wanted to. "Kill me? You think you can kill me?" Her head was shaking, as though such a thing was just impossible. Who did he think she was?
Raylin wasn't just some wimp one could pull anything over. She wasn't just some arrogant girl paying her bills. No, she was a trained huntress who knew what she was doing. She was letting him have this one for now. She was waiting to see what would happen, teasing him in a way. He couldn't keep her dead for long, that just wasn't going to happen. Raylin wasn't one to stay dead forever; she was one to come back, all her fury blazing. If he thought she had an attitude now, just wait until she came back from the dead and sought him out. Raylin wasn't a someone anyone would want on their back. She'd ruin him like no one ever had before: more than any of those treacherous werewolves he spoke of. No, she would ruin his life. So at the idea that he might ruin hers, Raylin could only laugh, sarcasm pouring into her words, "That's a good one, your highness."
"Even so... I don't think you'd enjoy being incinerated," Nagrom said, holding out his palm so that it was right in front of her face. It erupted in fire, the heat already beginning to crack and dry out her lips, hotter than a normal flame. He wasn't going to use a gentle flame to threaten someone. It didn't often work. But Nagrom knew threats well.You couldn't normally threaten someone with ice. They'd just laugh. Electricity worked sometimes, shadow was a bit much, and light made them happy, until they died. However, a blaze always brought out a primal fear. Fire wasn't a quick death, most of the time. It burned for many agonizing seconds, making the enemy scream and howl in anguish. Fire promised pain, and lots of it. Make a fire hot enough and hold it close, and every being that wasn't immune to it would recoil. It was simply natural.
Raylin had never really been afraid of fire. There had been numerous times when she'd used it to her advantage, building little campfires in the chill of winter or using it to cook her food. And for that, she'd never had a fear of the source. She'd never been too afraid to get close to an open flame, she'd never once faltered at the sight of burning wood, nor had she ever relinquished herself to someone simply because they threatened her with it. It was a fact of life, a thing of nature. So because of this simple fact, Raylin wasn't all that afraid. However, there was a difference in lighting a match and igniting a flame close to someone's face. Her eyes lit up with the reflection of the fire as he held it close, her head already starting to press against the back of the chair. Her eyes were stern on his as he threatened her. Honestly, what was wrong with these supernaturals nowadays? Had they all gone loony over the past few years? Raylin had always been one to take her prey on full force -- the explicit reason for not trying to poison him -- but these ones seemed to take pleasure in just being bullies. Didn't they know that was the hunters' job?
"You wouldn't." Raylin seethed, watching him carefully. He wasn't really going to obliterate her. She didn't believe it for a minute. In the time that he'd had her here, he could have had the opportunity to really take advantage of her. He could have done a million and one things when she was out or, even, when she was unconscious and he hadn't preformed a single act. He wasn't going to do anything; he didn't have the heart for that.
"I'd do anything to survive, even if it hurt me or I was against it. I'm not expendable," Nagrom said. He knew that he'd feel guilty, but, honestly, he had to protect his race. "Your life isn't as important to me as my people, and, without my life, chaos would ensue the moment my father died. I'm sorry, but, if you don't abandon this quest of yours, I'll have to kill you," he said, his own eyes going cold with the certainty about self-preservation that had literally been beaten into him during his childhood. He'd personally kill assassins. One time, he recalled tearing out a beating heart. He was crying as he did it, but he knew how to kill an adversary."Well?" Nagrom asked, his fire and voice rising higher as his question became almost a plea. He didn't want to kill her. In fact, he was too gentle for he to come out unscathed from such and act. He NEEDED her to say that she'd give up. He needed her to mean it, too. Otherwise, he'd have another death weighing on his shoulders. He had to make the tough choices now that he was an adult. One being execution.
