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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 23, 2013 0:00:05 GMT -5
Vials of ruby-red liquid bubbled as sixteen-year-old Cassander cautiously lifted one glass goggle to peer at its contents. Deciding that it was satisfactory, the banshee snapped his goggle back over his eye and walked away from his creation, his boots flopping over the floor as he made his way to the cabinet to retrieve a bright green powder, which he picked up and cradled close to his chest as he made his way back to his scientific endeavors. Once there, he set it down and turned to his subject, a dead rabbit laying belly-up on the table. He examined it one last time before he dumped the contents of the bright green powder into the bubbling liquid.
The bubbling vial fizzed violently, overflowing and Cassander moved quickly and unexpectedly as he slashed the belly of the rabbit open with a nearby scalpel and poured the boiling mix into the wound. The entire mess stewed for a second and then started boiling wildly again. Within seconds, the entire table was shaking and Cassander barely had time to duck under the next table before the rabbit carcass exploded all over the room.
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jun 30, 2013 20:37:47 GMT -5
Go they told her, find out the truth they told her. By any means necessary they told her. Ride hard and fast. The ravishing red head found herself in Comh-Thaigheas. While on the road she heard of a boy at the academy. Supposedly bright beyond his stars. It perked the interest of the spymistress of Foirfich, so she went to investigate.
She had no trouble getting onto the academy grounds, let alone into her buildings. She was young enough to pose as a graduated alumnus of the academy.
Rabbit would be exploding all over the laboratory just as she opened the door, having just enough time to slam it close again as the guts and gas exploded. She leaned against the door "Lovely" she'd mutter under her breath. She'd open the door a second later, her gaze assessing the situation.
"All clear?" she asked from the doorway, leaning against the frame. Dressed in the same charcoal gray, black and emerald green attire that she had left the steppes in.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 30, 2013 20:57:26 GMT -5
He cautiously popped his head to survey the damage. Damaging it was, he had to admit, with something of a guilty gulp. He saw the door open and he sunk to the ground again, hiding out of instinct. He stayed there for a moment, but couldn't help feeling that hiding behind a table was an act of cowardice. Taking a deep, steadying breath, the banshee rose to his feet and faced the newcomer.
She was a gorgeous woman, far too distracting to be a professor and not distracted enough to be a student. He blushed at the thought that he was standing in front of her, covered in bits of rabbit innards and a spell gone wrong.
"All clear." He confirmed, kicking himself for taking forever and a day to respond to her. She probably thought he was an innocent to stand there rooted to the spot, staring at her, open-mouthed and covered in the guts of a rodent. Shaking his head like a dog trying to rid his ears of water, Cassander attempted to focus and be professional, or as professional as someone could be when they're slick with bunny remains.
"Excuse my ignorance, but, uh, who are you?" He said, attempting to step smoothly around the table, but slipping on the slime on the floor and only catching himself from calling by grabbing the corner of the table. Why was he so often covered in slime lately?
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jun 30, 2013 21:10:51 GMT -5
Leaning against the door she chuckled as Cassender rose from behind the table he had taken refuge at. A slender hand come up to her face to mask the smirk, that tugged on the corners of her mouth. Though her eyes twinkled with amusement. As she assessed the young boy covered in slime. Her hand slowly fell from lush petal pink lips. "You tell me...who am I?" she asked in a coy way.
She moved forward a few steps as Cassender tried to round the table, only to slide and grab the edge. "Are you...ok?" her voice light and soft. Trained to be alluring as she fluttered her lashes a moment. "I...was looking for someone..and" She'd cast her gaze down and let a soft pink blush creep onto her cheeks.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 30, 2013 21:36:34 GMT -5
Cassander surveyed her, quizzically. He didn't understand why her voice was so whisper-y, why she was looking downcast through her lashes and blushing? Did she have something to hide? Was she embarrassed about something? Was she hiding something? And why wasn't she telling him her name? Was she one of those strange creatures he had never heard of before who didn't have a name or who did have one, but couldn't remember it?
"Forgive me," He said, not sure how to handle a situation involving a beautiful adult woman walking in on a magical-science-experiment-gone-wrong. Had he met her somewhere before, but forgotten who she was? Was she someone important? Someone who would sponsor him and his work? He suddenly felt panic creep into his throat. "I'm so sorry, but wherever I know you from, I forgot your name." He shrunk into himself, which was comical, what with his enormous wings. "What is it?"
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jun 30, 2013 22:02:18 GMT -5
Strands of red fell into one eye as she flicked her gaze up. "Lyn" she said in a soft breathy tone. As if the he had looked at stolen her breath. She came closer and closer to the boy. Clearly a boy by her standards, an innocent boy. For a moment she admired him and wondered what he could do with those wings of his. The sound of her boots clicked against the floor. "I've been looking for a boy named Cassander and.." she stops a moment, giving the air a pregnant pause "I thought you where him..."
She was close enough now for them to touch. He was face with five feet, eight inches of a woman who was experienced in the most deviant of practices. The things she could do with lips alone was sinful. Khailyn smiled softly.
"I'm sorry....should I...go?" letting that hang in the air. Letting him think she had came directly here just for him, waiting for him to take it. She'd bite her bottom lip in a girlish fashion jus to add to her charm.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 30, 2013 22:16:50 GMT -5
She came very, very close to him and he blinked and shuffled his feet, quite unsure what to do with his body when this fantastic specimen of womanhood stood so directly before him, but wait, she couldn't be that much older than him...she seemed so...unsure.
"Wait!"He nearly shouted, in his eagerness to help her. "I am he." He answered, simply, happy that he could offer her something to ease her plight. "Don't go. What do you need?"
If it were possible for Cassander to puff out his chest in a show of manliness, he would have done just that, but as it stood, Cassander was sweet and the very image of humility. Of course, he was also the posterchild for intelligence and it was mere moments before he questioned her existence. Was she a wealthy donor who had finally heard of his ground-breaking research? Was someone finally giving him a chance?
"Why do you seek me? Who sent you?"
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 1, 2013 7:09:34 GMT -5
There would be a satisfied smile when the young banshee confirmed who she was talking to. A strand of red was tucked behind one ear. "I heard you know many things and are a problem solver". She shifted the weight of her toes, why did she seek him. The woman could have sighed as she let her gray eyes rest to his own hues. "I need help, I need to get to Sgaithte" Damsel in distress. Indeed.
"I'm willing to...pay you" the way she held herself only could whisper of the type of currency she could offer. Not that Foirfich hadn't given her a enough money to procure his services. They told her any means necessary, to get the information they needed. Information found to be quite interesting and potentially valuable.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 2, 2013 1:58:42 GMT -5
A pleased flush came over Cassander's face, tinting his cheeks pink. He knew he was going to be a great magician one day, but to have someone already know who he was was a high compliment. He was ready to hear her tell him that she had a riddle that needed solving, or a letter written in an indecipherable language, or an ancient spell performed, but her question was very simple. All she needed was to get to Sgaithte. He opened his mouth to tell her that he was a matter of getting a good horse or even a dragon, and that he might be able to even enchant a carpet for her, but she added something extra.
"I'm willing to...pay you."
He stopped, his willingness to serve her suddenly skyrocketing. He needed money. Sure, the state was funding him to study at the academy, but he needed more if he was going to continue his ground-breaking research and every little bit helped. She must be the answer to his prayers! Ever the innocent sweetheart, Cassander did not question her motives and simply smiled at her.
"How much?"
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 2, 2013 19:12:52 GMT -5
Khailyn would perch herself on the edge of the work bench, on the very lip of it. One long leg crossing over the other. Propping her elbow on her knee, bringing her chin to rest on her closed fist as a prop. "Lets just say I've been authorized with a small amount of 500 gold to start" A strand of red fell over one eye again. No matter how she tried to fight it, that piece of hair never wanted to stay put. It always wanted to fall over her right eye and give her that mysterious look.
"The people I work for...are very interested in someone who could help me get to Sgaithte. And...you look like a handsome, very handsome young boy who needs a wealthy benefactress" her lips poise in a pouty fashion as her tongue draws along her bottom lip. "You will help me...I need you...Cassander..."
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 2, 2013 19:34:26 GMT -5
Cassander's eyes popped out of his head. 550 gold pieces was more than he had seen together at one time in his life. He blushed again when she called him handsome. Being called handsome was something that never happened to him and something he thought very little about. Women were a complete mystery to him, but he took the compliment gladly. He vaguely wondered who she was authorized by to give him so much money. Who had decided that he was going to be the lucky one and receive this much help? He decided it didn't matter. He was merely grateful to him, whoever they were.
"Yes, yes, of course I'll help you." He said, quickly, his eyes fixed on her face. Why was she doing that with her lip? Maybe she had food stuck on her lower front teeth and she had only just discovered it? He could relate. He hated when he had food on his teeth and he had to look professional.
"Right, well," He said, moving around the table and clasping his hands in front of him in a tidy, businesslike manner. "I recommend an enchanted flying transportation object, but there's also the option of teleportation, and--" And he slipped on some rabbit intestines and fell flat on his face.
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 2, 2013 22:36:31 GMT -5
"Excellent" she spoke in her sultry voice as her hand came up between her breasts. Dipping down into her shirt between them to withdraw a few bank notes that where good for the sum. They had been signed by the treasurer of Foirfich's military. Khailyn had observed him though her actions. She noticed her "charms" held no sway over him. It donned on her, Cassander might be an innocent. It almost made her long for the time to spend corrupting such innocence and moulding it to the cause.
"Telepor..." she began before Cassander would slip in the slick, wet gooey innards of rabbit. She winced for him. Falling hurt, falling on ones face generally hurt even more. Though she had been taught that pain too could be sacred. "Oh, let me help you" she said in the sweetest of tones.
Sliding from her perch at the lip of the table. Ignoring that the innards got on her boots as she moved, attempting to help Cassander up. After all she needed his help. And it seemed he needed hers.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 3, 2013 3:29:14 GMT -5
He watched, mesmerized, as Lyn pulled a pouch from between her...breasts? That was the politically correct term to refer to them, right? Like any other sixteen-year-old boy, Cassander's eyes were immediately glued to her chest area, unconscious that he was staring. They were...fascinating and somewhere in his illogical brain, a place he rarely frequented, decided that he would very much like to put his hands all over them and lick them.
Whoah...where did that come from?!
He blinked and pushed the images away. They just weren't practical. Breasts, while they interested him greatly, held no practicality for him. They just hung there. Back to practical things...
"Thank you." He said, accepted her help and pulling himself to his feet. He was unfortunately covered from head to foot in the slime and he shifted uncomfortably on one foot, still sore from his encounter with a giant.
"So as I was saying," He continued, forcing himself to look away from her very distracting breasts, "Teleportation or a good, old-fashioned horse. What'll it be?"
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 4, 2013 13:48:31 GMT -5
If Khailyn had only been able to read anothers thoughts, Cassander might have found his thoughts where not mere fantasy. There was a predatory feel in the air, she could almost taste the heaviness of it. The cloaking way it clung on her tongue "Tell me more, about teleportation" she says. The bank notes still tucked between her middle and index finger.
Lyn would brush her thumb over Cassander's bottom lip a moment. "You had something there...sorry" she said in that soft seductive tonal voice. Voice trained from a young age to be pleasing. To hide notes of lies or truth. Some might question what her voice actually sounded like.
A dangerous game to know her name have dealings with her. How little Cassander knew that.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 5, 2013 21:41:57 GMT -5
His eyes flicked between the bank notes in her hands, and her face and then…a little lower, but for once, he was more interested in the money than her fascinating breasts. Cassander wasn’t a lover of money, but he had long since come to understand that money could get a person (or a banshee) the things they needed to do the things they were destined to do, and in his case, that was continuing both his research and his education. He had long since discovered that the government wasn’t going to pay for all of it.
And then he froze as her finger brushed against his lower lip. Her touch was cool, but not cold in the slightest. Her skin was soft against his and the spot burned pleasantly as a tingle spread throughout his entire body. He stared at her, money temporarily forgotten as he stood in a trance. Then he stopped and shook his head, as if trying to stay awake.
“Teleportation…” He began, still distracted. “I recommend it the least, as it will suck up great deal of your energy and mine. I will need to enchant an object, something not easily stolen or recognized for what it is. I will magically link it to an object of yours that has great sentimental value to you. I will keep this second object on my person at all times and I will be able to control your teleportation from afar. So…” He caught sight of her voluptuous breasts and tore his eyes away. “So…any questions?”
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