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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 22, 2013 23:14:32 GMT -5
Carter noticed Fang looking into his eyes, probably attempting to read him. Having dealt with deceit as his sole method of survival for over a millennium, the son of Ladon has grown to learn to control his emotions almost perfectly. Only his brain waves differed when telling a lie, rather than the truth, and he's never been in the situation where brain wave fluctuations could become his downfall. "Thanks for the advice," he replied, kindly, "but I've figured that out for myself, already." If Fang knew already about his journey with Irissia and Leon, he must know there was a large battle. Giving away redundant information is even better than misinformation, as there's almost no chance of slipping up and causing suspicion.
Again, Carter wanted more information, but as a safety measure, he decided to allow Fang to take the lead in this conversation. One could learn just as much listening, after all, as asking questions.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 25, 2013 18:46:19 GMT -5
Fang watched Carter carefully. He knew right away as he returned the gaze into his eyes unflinchingly that they were playing a mind game. He never had any friendly advice or intent in general, and this monster was smart enough to be on guard. It was like they were trying to know more of each other without giving too much information away. But the fox knew what information of his was safe to give away. He had played this game too many times.
"Really?" he asked slyly, "No need for thanks, honestly. Gratitude will only suffice for those who would heed the advice." It was a clear and maybe insulting jab. But his innocent expression made it seem almost like he meant well. And the best way to surprise someone was to be blunt. And say something surprising. "Both Irissia and Leon. I will kill them one day unless Kim gets to them first. But they will come back. I'll get my chance someday." He aimed the words at Carter, wondering if he would get a reaction, and if his words of not being a close friend of theirs was true.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 26, 2013 1:11:40 GMT -5
Carter gave little indication of emotion. He realized Fang was insulting him - imagine that, a fox insulting a dragon - but he chose to ignore it, keeping his emotions in check as he'd done for centuries. At the mention of killing, however, Carter's senses became alert. While he remained casual, laid-back, in every easily noticeable way, his eyes momentarily sharpened, coming further into focus as he paid more attention, only to dissolve back into his apathetic guise. "They'll just come back - what's the point?" he asked without emotion. Honestly, Carter found no plausible reason to kill another monster unless they were threatening you or someone close to you - especially if they were mortal. Monsters would simply reform from the dust, returning from the depths of Tartarus. There would be no true success in the victory beyond the victim's possible grudge.
(Short... sorry... I hope you don't mind! ^_^'')
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 26, 2013 1:40:13 GMT -5
(Don't worry! Mines gonna be short too)
There was no tangible reaction from Carter. Fang grinned inwardly at this in amusement. He did not rise to the challenge, but it was clear he had picked up the jab. It had shown on his face. The surprise was evident. Well, it was odd indeed that someone like him would go as far as to risk a fight with this son of Ladon who he had heard to be rumored as so strong. But by doing so, he had confirmed the fact that Carter was careful and willing to play this game patiently while suppressing his pride.
"Oh, don't be obvious," Fang scoffed in disappointment, "Of course they'll come back. I'll kill them as many times as I want. They might get me one or few times in revenge. But I'll be the first, and I'm not just going to kill them. I will break them piece by piece." He pulled out a small box and tossed it into the air, "by piece."
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 27, 2013 23:21:22 GMT -5
(I assume Fang tossed the box in Carter's direction, yeah? Or no? Well, if he didn't, just ignore the whole him catching it thing. He'd ask the same question whether he had the box or not.)
Carter knew Fang was trying to get inside his head - trying to understand him. It would give him an edge if the two ever came at odds. Unfortunately for the vixen, however, Carter knew which information - which emotions - were safe to share and which were best kept hidden. He'd kept the very fact he was a monster hidden from Jackie for months; the monsters in the Subways had no idea where his allegiances laid and, in fact, few do now. Only Kim and perhaps a handful of others know Carter is allied with Leon and Jackie. Everyone else is mostly clueless, only knowing the dragon was present during the journey. He fled the Subways only to avoid conflict from Kim - the daughter of the Chimera who ran the monstrous organization.
As Fang spoke, Carter wondered just how deranged this monster was. He spoke with so much hatred it sounded as if he had only half a mind functioning, rationally. That half a mind, though, was still enough to keep Carter on edge. Suddenly, a box was in the air near Carter. Reacting quickly, he caught it, taking his eyes off of Fang for only a moment. "What's in it?" he asked, cautiously. Carter knew better than to go around opening every box he saw. For all he knew, a pit scorpion could be waiting, inside.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 28, 2013 19:52:32 GMT -5
(Yep, sorry, should have been more specific)
Fang eyed Carter like a delicious piece of prey that he couldn't wait to swallow whole. He grinned eerily, enough to send chills down anyone's back. "Ah, but that is not the right question. What's important is not what's inside but whom it belongs to." He added quickly at the other's curious look, wagging a finger teasingly while he was at it, "Nah ah ah, don't look inside. I'm not sure if Mr. Archer would like that. It is, after all, his heart. Why don't you give it back to him? Aren't you guys, what's it called, acquaintances? I have a feeling he wouldn't be so forgiving if I tried to return it to him."
Of course, he had the ulterior motive. If they were truly friends, Carter returning it would plant a seed of doubt inside the lion's weak, prideful heart. After all, Leon was idiotically loyal to his allies, and Fang could tell he would be a little suspicious about Carter having earned it peacefully. If Carter refused to deliver it for him, however, it would be confirmed that he was indeed friends with Leon.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 28, 2013 23:34:07 GMT -5
(Nah, it was specific enough for me to get it! I just figured I'd make sure - I'm always second guessing myself.)
Carter stood, his gaze flickering between Fang and the box. The fox was smiling, devilishly. It was enough to send a shiver down anyone's spine - which is exactly what it did to Carter. Although it was well hidden, his body tremored, slightly. His hands were still clenched around the box, small and simple. "I'll be sure to give it to him, then," he replied, after a moment. "I do have other things on my to-do list, however. It may take a while." Carter knew he had to time his deliverance, perfectly. Too soon and what was inside, if Fang was telling to truth, would drill a hole in Leon's trust. If he delivered it too late, however, it would show Carter was hesitating - a sign of his and Leon's friendship.
"What's really inside?" the dragon questioned, curious. "You said I shouldn't look inside, so I'll ask."
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 29, 2013 23:35:44 GMT -5
Fang laughed at his reply. Oh yes, he was clever indeed. The fox was loving this very much. "Wait, but if you shouldn't know what's inside, why would I tell you what's inside?" Oh,yes, this was getting much better now. He made it quite clear that he had peeked inside. What was not known was that he had taken a little something from it, a charm that smelled of demigod. It definitely belonged to a certain daughter of Aphrodite. He wasn't stupid enough to keep it on himself for it would give him away that he had taken something.
"What's in there is some stupid boring stuff to both you and me, but it holds value in his pitiful eyes. I suggest you give it back as soon as you can." When Leon discovered soething was missing, Fang had to be there. It would be a priceless sight.
(Short.)
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 30, 2013 23:07:41 GMT -5
Carter was about to protest Fang's sudden alteration of phrasing, when he gave out the information, anyway. Carter learned both that Fang knew what was inside and Fang was well aware it was valuable to Leon. It was pretty clear Fang and Leon weren't on the best of terms. Fang wanted to hurt Leon - not just physically as most monsters pointlessly aim for, but emotionally, as well, as proven by the theft and returning of such a prized possession of Leon's, if not multiple possessions.
Carter, however, was growing curious, his eyes now intent. His curiosity was not bothered to be hidden, either, as he soon asked, "And what, exactly, did Leon ever do to deserve this, then?" In his wording, Carter made perfectly clear he was not aiming any hostility toward the vixen. He was only curious, hungry for knowledge.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 31, 2013 23:41:00 GMT -5
(Ignore the length. Kinda went overboard.)
Fang had retracted into his own thoughts, pulling out mini anomalies he had discovered in society and working them out in his insanely fast-working brain. He could tell that he would need to give Carter some time to absorb and come out with his next move. A second was like five minutes for him. But the question came, and he would answer it.
"What did Mr. Archer do indeed..." he mused, trailing off like he was contemplating the question, but in reality, he wasn't. He had no interest in such an inquiry. "He existed. He made his choices. Dumb choices, at that." Fang's scarlet-brown irises moved upward to meet Carter's gaze. They were pools of complete insanity and of hatred for the world, yet they were brimming with knowledge, and ultimately, boredom. He was bored of this dull world that turned with its laws and held no interest to him. He was bored of the patterns that never changed or adapted to new situations. But here was an exception. Leon was a rule breaker and a pattern changer. There was finally something different, and he hated it. He wanted to crush it and put it back in place. What gave him the right to change the rules? What gave him the right to be interesting? An inferior being, a mere monster, could change in such a drastic way to the point where it sparked envy within him? It could not be done.
"You don't think it's stupid for a monster to fall in love with a demigod? In one stroke, he turned the subways against him. He doesn't conform to the ways of nature. In a way, you can say I am interested in how hard he can fall. I want to test out his limits. I want to encourage his demise." A glint entered his eyes and the fox rolled his head in a full circle as if to relieve a sore neck. When he straightened, however, a deadly gaze had replaced the insane one. "I want to write a perfect ending to this queer story."
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 1, 2013 0:25:48 GMT -5
(No, no, it's fine. Gives me plenty of material to build off of!)
Carter sighed, audibly. While it sounded of boredom and general apathy, Carter's mind was reeling, its gears spinning out of control, trying to take in every detail. While his statement did not reveal much, directly, Carter did discover that it was an 'error of decision' on Leon's part which angered Fang. Whether it be to attempt to achieve greater things than Fang and, judging by Fang's level of hatred and insanity, at least come close to doing just that; or it may be a simple disagreement over a single issue. Whatever the case, the dragon was curious, though he knew better than to entangle himself any further than he had to.
This fox was wicked - insane. Carter didn't know the extent of power he wielded. All he knew was Fang had a grudge against Carter's relatively powerful friend - a friend who Carter predicted could match him, evenly, in battle - and felt sure enough of himself to steal and return something precious of Leon's. Mind games.
Not many monsters played these games. Only the most intelligent - the most dangerous. The sphinx, for example, or perhaps the sirens. They played mind games - it was how they survived. It was how Carter survived as Arcane. It was how Fang, however, received amusement.
Deciding it best, now, to give a little information, rather than continuing question after question, the son of Ladon stated, "While I see demigods as, well, as demigods see us, it's Leon's decision. If he wants to throw his life away - an eternal, inescapable life, he can go right on ahead." With a moment of pause, he added, "I'm trying my best not to get too involved."
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 2, 2013 0:08:17 GMT -5
Fang held hatred for everyone. He hated Irissia for being so blind to the weakness within holding grudges that were not even hers but her fahter's. He hated Leon, but he had finally found the perfect little project to busy himself with before he accomplished it easily and moved on once more. But for now, this Carter monster before him would have to do for entertainment. Enough about Leon, he wanted his claws in this dragon.
He grinned as Carter moved on to shift gears. In satisfaction, he replied, "That, Mr. Carter, is taking advice." He nodded and glanced around. "So, how long have you been in New York? Well, the Subways, at least, before you left."
(short)
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 2, 2013 0:34:53 GMT -5
Carter smiled in return, letting out only the smallest chuckle before returning to his normal emotionless guise. "Not too long," he replied, thinking. "I got here probably right around the end of World War Two - as these mortals call it. I moved straight into the subways - I guess I set the trend." He added the last part as a joke, though he didn't give a smile or anything as indication. "I moved to The Subways about a year ago, though, after my place flooded and collapsed - the mortals still haven't noticed. It's amazing how much they don't see, even without the Mist's intervention." After a moment of pause, indicating he was done with his reply, Carter asked, simply, "And you?"
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Post by Fang Vixen on Feb 4, 2013 22:01:15 GMT -5
Fang shrugged in reply, "Well, the Mist is heavier where we mythical beings gather. This is a good place to come. There's plenty of prey for you monsters as well- toys for me." He grinned at the last part as a joke, but it could be seen that he didn't mean it as a joke at all. He nodded at Carter's answer, "World War II. I loved that period. So much chaos. We could go around doing almost anything, and no one would notice since the gods were so busy bickering. It was entertaining, really." His voice was filled with amusement and lightened by cheerful nostalgia. Fang's sharp eyes moved upwards at the ceiling to contemplate his answer as the son of Ladon reflected his question quickly back at him.
"Oh, that's a hard one. I follow the gods around. Where they go, the interesting stuff goes. I came here before World War I. I just couldn't miss the drama." The Teumessian Fox nodded as if to confirm his own statement, looking slightly serious about it. "It's been a while since I've stretched," he stated suddenly, faking a faraway look, "I was actually looking for someone I could spar with. I may be out of practice." He looked at Carter, waiting for an answer. Depending on what he said, Fang could learn many things from him. He also was planning on gaining a few powerful allies, and in case any of his plans went wrong, he would have to rely on sword to get away. After studying Carter's build, he knew Carter used bladed weapons well. He could use the practice.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Feb 5, 2013 0:43:54 GMT -5
(A bit long. Sorry 'bout that!)
Carter nodded, reflecting upon the '40s. They were a chaotic, terrible time - he enjoyed himself fairly well. With so many demigods dying, no god thought twice of another slew of deaths. At one point, he'd even boarded a fake battleship manned by children of Zeus and Athena and the like. Of course, he masqueraded as one of them - no one was paying attention to their allies, only their enemies, so it was an easy feat - and slaughtered half of them with a 'misfired' torpedo, having left the ship only moments before it fired. He sustained some pretty bad injuries - made worse by the mile-long swim back to shore.
His attention snapped back to the alley as Fang went on about arriving before the first World War. "Ooh, sorry I missed it," he grinned. "I was too busy eating some ice-cream across the street from the Archduke. Quite a show put on, there." Carter was a horrible person in those days. In many ways, he still was, but even he wouldn't watch a demigod and his wife die, now, if he knew a world-wide war would erupt as a result, killing millions of innocent lives.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Fang asked for a bit of sparring practice. While it was an indirect offer, Carter still got the idea. He also took it as another test. "I guess I could be that sparing partner, if you'd like," he smiled, making sure to come off as not-too-hasty while simultaneously not hesitating in his reply. Casually, he moved his hand toward the hilt of his celestial bronze blade - a substance which scared off most monsters at just the mention of its name, let along its appearance. Slowly, he drew the blade, taking a few paces back, ready for the slightest movement in advance by Fang. He's clever, he thought. [/i]Now let's see if he's got any real skill to back it up[/i].
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