Post by Talon Windwaltz on Aug 2, 2008 6:03:17 GMT -5
ooc: For Lord Azrael, but of course open to all.
Did nobody ever clean up this place? Azrael had been in power for how long now, and still Triangle Tunnel looked just as it had been the first time Talon had been there when the Angelus Morti took over. At least the fires were out, but the windows were still smashed, the doors were boarded up, and the city was all together in shambles. He assumed the attack of the CRAZY PSYCHO OCTOPUS the other day had only convinced the remaining citizens to flee for their lives.
Still, he noticed some stores were still open. 'Probably servants of the Angelus Morti, no doubt,' Talon thought grimly to himself, a look of distaste (as if there hadn't been one since the time the Headmaster had stepped into this place) crossing his features. Well, Talon hadn't come here to scoff at the state of things, or, as much as he wanted to, even throw harsh words at Azrael. He was on a mission.
For one, Talon had just come from being under the care of the Necromancer's old flame, Marina Roeswood, after a tussle with the nameless Shadow in his office. It had been hours now since that encounter, as the Headmaster had passed out shortly after taking the healing potions provided to him by the Flying Professor. As much time he had lost, he was pleased to notice that the ring he had recovered from the battle was still in his possession with no spooky repercussions. So it had turned out to be all for the best he'd made that detour to get himself fixed up.
His broom clutched in his left hand and his right hand ready for a quick draw if necessary, he noticed one of Azrael's awful giant zombies that he'd given birth to the day of the Headmaster and the Necromancer's pact. "Excuse me," said Talon, "Can you inform your Master that Talon Windwaltz needs to speak to him about a very important matter?"
Did nobody ever clean up this place? Azrael had been in power for how long now, and still Triangle Tunnel looked just as it had been the first time Talon had been there when the Angelus Morti took over. At least the fires were out, but the windows were still smashed, the doors were boarded up, and the city was all together in shambles. He assumed the attack of the CRAZY PSYCHO OCTOPUS the other day had only convinced the remaining citizens to flee for their lives.
Still, he noticed some stores were still open. 'Probably servants of the Angelus Morti, no doubt,' Talon thought grimly to himself, a look of distaste (as if there hadn't been one since the time the Headmaster had stepped into this place) crossing his features. Well, Talon hadn't come here to scoff at the state of things, or, as much as he wanted to, even throw harsh words at Azrael. He was on a mission.
For one, Talon had just come from being under the care of the Necromancer's old flame, Marina Roeswood, after a tussle with the nameless Shadow in his office. It had been hours now since that encounter, as the Headmaster had passed out shortly after taking the healing potions provided to him by the Flying Professor. As much time he had lost, he was pleased to notice that the ring he had recovered from the battle was still in his possession with no spooky repercussions. So it had turned out to be all for the best he'd made that detour to get himself fixed up.
His broom clutched in his left hand and his right hand ready for a quick draw if necessary, he noticed one of Azrael's awful giant zombies that he'd given birth to the day of the Headmaster and the Necromancer's pact. "Excuse me," said Talon, "Can you inform your Master that Talon Windwaltz needs to speak to him about a very important matter?"