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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jul 11, 2012 0:18:31 GMT -5
"Really? And what dragon do you know of has never killed a mortal? From what I recall, most dragons were ruthless. And as for my mortal side? Well, they kill, too," Arcane said, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready to attack if Irissia made a hostile move. He liked Irissia but she was insulting him and all other monsters. Then, Leon made a statement in favor of Arcane. Turning, he nodded, "Thank you!" he said, laughing. So he wasn't the only one who saw the truth, here! Maybe there was some hope for Leon, yet!
"From what I remember in the myths, your father belonged to the gods. He was given to the mortals as a gift," he pointed out, glad he'd done some research on Laelaps after meeting Irissia. "The mortals, however, misused him and made some paradox by having him chase a fox who could never be caught. That's the only reason the gods took pity on him. The fox, though, was turned to stone. Praise the gods!" he said, adding the last bit, sarcastically, throwing his hands in the air before returning them to his sword.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jul 11, 2012 8:28:00 GMT -5
Leon still remained quiet as Irissia continued to vent her frustration out on everyone. "Monsters and humans never mixed." He said quietly, almost to himself. The revelation made guilt and sadness swamp his heart. Tori. How could they possibly work out? Was his excuse for her an "exception"? He didn't know.
Arcane was already taking a defensive stance, and Irissia had contact with her bow. He was confused, but definitely not confused about not wanting his friends to hurt each other. "Hey, whoa!" He was one his feet, holding his hands out to the sides as he stepped between them. He could feel the tension he was in the middle of. "Guys, we have our differences, can't we just...well...agree to disagree on this?"
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jul 11, 2012 17:59:54 GMT -5
Arcane sighed, rolling his eyes at Leon. "Fine," he said, eyes still cold and voice dripping with hostility. Maybe they had taken it too far, but only because of Irissia's ignorance toward the monster community! The gods never thought twice about them and only favored Irissia because of a chance encounter. If Irissia ever disobeyed them and did what she thought was best rather than follow orders, they'd discard her with the rest, probably robbing her of her mortal form.
(lazy)
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Post by Irissia Jones on Jul 12, 2012 21:17:19 GMT -5
Irissia growled. Her temper not really being the best and her patience worn thin as a large over sized husky replaced the mortal ready with the bow. The dog's lips pulled back in a threatening growl her large white teeth sharp as she snapped at Arcane. But when Arcane put his hands us Irissia turned her furious blue eyes on him. The brown husky making a snorting sound, baring her teeth at Arcane before flicking around and leaving in a fast trot.
Irissia was never one to have much patience. Which was unfortunate to some monsters in New York who have already died thanks to her refusal to listen to their explanations for killing weak mortals. That may be her problem, she may be ignorant, proud, hot headed, and well with a ability like hers that was quite dangerous.
The large husky keeping to the shadows as monsters shifted away slightly recognizing her, since she did look exactly like her father, they didn't fear her. No she never did anything to them unless they crossed the line into the orphanage territory, in which you would be assured a death. But they shifted away for the mere fact they acknowledged she could kill them effortlessly. Killing monsters didn't take energy, it didn't take thought. All Irissia had to do was think of how much she wanted their throats ripped out, lunge forward, and it's done. Sure some may get a scratch on her, but Irissia wouldn't care for it, Aphrodite checked in often enough to make sure she looked presentable, and to the goddess of beauty scars and burns weren't attractive, therefore removed. And then their was the whole she could heal her own small wounds rather quickly, as for large wounds, Irissia never acquired one so she wouldn't know.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jul 12, 2012 21:39:29 GMT -5
Leon held his breath as Irissia reverted to her husky form with her expression in a snarl of pure hatred. When she turned, and Arcane stepped down, his shoulders went down as he visibly relaxed. With a sigh, he straightened himself, letting his hands swing back loosely to his sides.
"You know, that could have been avoided. I already talked that topic over with her once. We just agreed to disagree." He told Arcane, reusing that annoying phrase. It was true, though. They could do without fighting, even if it meant just simply not having any compromise. "Lucky she didn't jump, though. I would've been stuck in between a fight again." He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortable, wincing at the movement of his wounded shoulder.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jul 12, 2012 23:48:23 GMT -5
Arcane watched Irissia go, relieved. "It wouldn't have been much of a fight," he admitted to Leon after she was out of earshot. "She could have killed me in a heartbeat."However, he would have reformed soon enough so he stuck by his argument, fearlessly. Sighing, he turned to Leon. "I'm sorry, it did get a bit out of hand, there," he apologized, head hung low, slightly, before looking back up at Leon.
"You need anything for that bullet wound or did she take care of everything?" he asked, never personally being shot by a bullet but knowing from mortal movies and victims such as Leon that they did, indeed, hurt - especially an Imperial Gold one.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jul 14, 2012 10:24:39 GMT -5
"Yeah," Leon nodded, "you kind of have to admit that her ability isn't fair." He waved off the apology quickly, "That? That was nothing. I just never really saw the day where I would act as a pacifist." He turned to Arcane with a light smile, his gray eyes sharp with mischief. "My shoulder? It's fine. You could say that I tasted some variety today. Never been hit by a bullet before. But like always, Imperial Gold stings like Hades. It'll pass."
Gingerly, the son of the Nemean Lion rolled his shoulder, then shook his head. This one shouldn't take too long to heal. It was a graze on the surface. "Oh yeah, I ran into Kim the other day." He added the news quickly so that it would pass quickly. He didn't want to alarm Arcane. "That's why those guys were after me."
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jul 14, 2012 23:00:35 GMT -5
Arcane nodded in agreement. Irissia could kill anyone she wanted without even trying. She was the most dangerous monster he'd ever seen. Then, he let out a laugh. Leon? A pacifist? He'd pay to see that. "I don't think anyone ever thought you'd be a pacifist!" he grinned.
After Leon was finished testing his shoulder, he mentioned Kim. "Kim?" he asked, knowing the monster by name and reputation. She'd created the Subways and was arguably the most powerful monster in them. He generally steered clear of her, though not out of fear as most others. He acknowledged her power, yes, but he'd never witnessed it, himself, thus saw no reason to fear her. Instead, he avoided her out of respect. He respected power and she obviously had power to spare.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jul 15, 2012 8:50:18 GMT -5
Leon replied with a cocky smile, "You can be anything you want to be as long as you put your mind to it, or so some mortals say." He shrugged off the cliche remark, and nodded as Arcane repeated that terrifying name.
"She won't compromise. She's after Tori. I have to stop her. It's why I'm going along." He wasn't going to tell anyone of his near-death experience, nor the fact that she was actually his half sister. He didn't want anyone to know. Kim had felt the same way, at least, except she expressed her disagreement by throwing one of her poison-coated daggers. the consequences when hit by those were...fatal.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jul 15, 2012 21:44:22 GMT -5
Arcane rolled his eyes at his friend, laughing at the mortal saying and its cheesy-ness. His mood became more serious, however, as Leon revealed the reason he was so worried about Tori - a demigod who would otherwise remain fairly safe being only a daughter of Aphrodite. He felt guilty, now, after refusing to tag along and help. "I wish I could help but I have obligations, here, Leon," he sighed, disappointed in himself for what he saw as a betrayal of his friendship with the son of the Nemean Lion. "If I could go with you with the knowledge that Jackie would be safe, here, I would - believe me - but I'm no oracle."
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Post by Leon Archer on Jul 16, 2012 21:19:29 GMT -5
Leon was staring at the concrete floor, his mind wandering elsewhere out of the chaos swirling in his mind right now. He hated it. He liked to be logical and able to think clearly. But now, he was out of options. He was a bit desperate to keep Tori out of danger this trip. At Arcane's sudden apology, he waved both hands quickly. "Wait, what? Nononono, it's fine! I couldn't ask something like this from you anyway. Of course, this is my mess anyways. I have to learn to fix it."
He nodded in understanding, "Dude, you're one loyal friend. To all your allies. I appreciate it, man." He gently tapped his friend on the shoulder with a fist. "Thanks. To all those times you saved my sorry butt."
(But isn't Jackie going?)
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jul 17, 2012 0:23:11 GMT -5
(Yeah but he doesn't know that, yet. She'll be with a group of hired mortal and demigod assassins hired by Tori's parents. Arcane will be tagging along with her. He finds out at the last second, though, so he doesn't have time to tell Leon and Irissia he's going.)
Arcane smiled, warmly at his friend. "Don't blame yourself. You've got no control over things like this," he reassured him, resting a hand on his shoulder before withdrawing it, casually crossing his arms as he often did. At Leon's kind words, he smirked. "Now who'll be savin' your butt down there?" he asked, laughing, desperate to lighten the mood.
He'd gone through too many goodbyes in his long lifetime to close friends. He didn't wish to go through another. Hopefully, he'd see Leon, again, from time to time. Who knows? Maybe Arcane would get bored of New York, eventually, and move on down there with him? Only time would tell.
(Yeah, he's not actually moving down there at any time. I might make him visit or something, maybe, but not for a while. I'm keepin' him up in NY [with a possible trip to Boston in the future for a possible plot developing in my head] for the most part! xD)
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Post by Leon Archer on Jul 18, 2012 1:07:24 GMT -5
(Oh, okay!)
Leon nodded slowly, giving Arcane a forced smile. It wasn't often that he came across an ally or a friend. He had lived his long life in solitude, and rarely made any social contact with others. Tori was the first he had ever come to love, and he was determined to get it right the first time.
"Ahaha, I will keep myself out of trouble because I'm just so good at that!" He joked back to the son of Ladon with a bright smile. he was know for sticking himself into the messiest of situations, and yet he always got out of them somehow. "But dude, I promise, I'll visit. Once every three weeks. I have a centaur friend. He's willing to take me. And hey, I'll get homesick once in a while. I've been here for a long time."
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jul 18, 2012 1:18:43 GMT -5
Arcane laughed, masking his sadness to see his friend leave. "Yes, because you've been so good at keeping out of trouble thus far!" he grinned. As Leon promised to visit, often, he nodded, smiling. "Darn, here I thought I'd get rid of you, finally," he teased. "Well, I should check on Jackie," he said, forcing a smile as he rose. "You should get some sleep. Rest will help the wound heal, quicker." With a wave, he turned toward the hallway. Without looking back, he made his way down the corridor and toward the exit. He found a few monsters had lingered - most of them whispering to one another about what they'd overheard. Staring at each one of them in turn, he silently dared someone from the crowd to say something to him, his hand resting on his scimitar. The whispering stopped, abruptly, as silence fell over the hallway. With a smirk, he continued to make his way to the exit, out of the Subways, worry slowly becoming the dominant emotion as he thought about Jackie.
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