Post by Unseen on Aug 30, 2009 0:38:43 GMT -5
The settled Shade, his senses heightened to unparalleled extremes, was suddenly aware of several things. For one, the victimized Professor Wyndham had finally awoken - and, judging by his aura, was in considerable pain. While the Justiciar's arcane prowess extended mostly into the realm of combat magic, the abilities related to Weaving and mentalism made him a capable neuromancer - a pulse of magical energy centered in the Potions professor's brain would soon send a calming sensation through his body, helping to ease the pain of his awakening.
The various unsavory side-effects of Leseur's brew made Muryllis all more distrustful of the man he was a mere thought away from suspecting to be a Lycan.
"The desire to 'help' a relationship through means outside of diplomacy is typically reserved to those whose reason and morality have been corrupted by influences the wizarding community generally considers unfriendly." The long-winded deduction, spoken in the Justiciar's chilling, telepathic voice, was directed at Leseur alone. "Such a course of action would lead one to believe you are a dark wizard of some sort."
"I need not your trust in saying this, Professor Follet. I have been what is rightfully referred to as a dark wizard - a Dark Lord, perhaps - and have spent significant amounts of time among their kind. No; your actions do not reek of black magic - you are far too stupid to resort to such efficient measures."
"Tell me, young Lucre," the Shade turned his gaze and thoughts to the man, "how capable are vampires with employing magic? I know Lycans have no ability whatsoever of wielding arcane forces, but my research has never been centered on the vampiric kind. I merely wish to narrow down the possibilities - perhaps you would know?"
Of course he ignored the young woman's outburst. Her physical features, along with the confidence her mind radiated, dispelled for him the illusion that she was genuinely afraid. A quick, sharp slap! of energy across her face would hopefully bring her about momentarily; either way, the force of it would perhaps leave a bright red mark and instill in her the idea that the blue demon she was dealing with was not a fan of jokes.
"I have no need to release her, and it would be rude of me to ask of you something as distasteful as supporting and restraining a potential threat." Indeed, Muryllis recognized Thomas - at the time of his creation, it was as if all existence was suddenly known to him. His former Master had even asked him to spare the boy's life - though, now, the desire to kill was suppressed with Talon's help.
Still, it seemed odd to him that such a congregation had formed on this peaceful night, lit blue by both the moon and the Shade's own glimmering form. Another set of magical vines snaked up the vampire's legs, effectively adding him to the Muryllis's growing collection of prisoners.
"I would like for the three of you to predict the outcome of tonight's little fiasco." This time, the Justiciar's thoughts were broadcasted for all to hear; if Rayne was not awake by now, surely the unpleasantness of the Shade's voice scraping across her mind would. "A professor has been attacked, and I have before me a group of individuals I suspect should fear nothing more than being discovered by me. What should I do? What should I do.. ?"
The various unsavory side-effects of Leseur's brew made Muryllis all more distrustful of the man he was a mere thought away from suspecting to be a Lycan.
"The desire to 'help' a relationship through means outside of diplomacy is typically reserved to those whose reason and morality have been corrupted by influences the wizarding community generally considers unfriendly." The long-winded deduction, spoken in the Justiciar's chilling, telepathic voice, was directed at Leseur alone. "Such a course of action would lead one to believe you are a dark wizard of some sort."
"I need not your trust in saying this, Professor Follet. I have been what is rightfully referred to as a dark wizard - a Dark Lord, perhaps - and have spent significant amounts of time among their kind. No; your actions do not reek of black magic - you are far too stupid to resort to such efficient measures."
"Tell me, young Lucre," the Shade turned his gaze and thoughts to the man, "how capable are vampires with employing magic? I know Lycans have no ability whatsoever of wielding arcane forces, but my research has never been centered on the vampiric kind. I merely wish to narrow down the possibilities - perhaps you would know?"
Of course he ignored the young woman's outburst. Her physical features, along with the confidence her mind radiated, dispelled for him the illusion that she was genuinely afraid. A quick, sharp slap! of energy across her face would hopefully bring her about momentarily; either way, the force of it would perhaps leave a bright red mark and instill in her the idea that the blue demon she was dealing with was not a fan of jokes.
"I have no need to release her, and it would be rude of me to ask of you something as distasteful as supporting and restraining a potential threat." Indeed, Muryllis recognized Thomas - at the time of his creation, it was as if all existence was suddenly known to him. His former Master had even asked him to spare the boy's life - though, now, the desire to kill was suppressed with Talon's help.
Still, it seemed odd to him that such a congregation had formed on this peaceful night, lit blue by both the moon and the Shade's own glimmering form. Another set of magical vines snaked up the vampire's legs, effectively adding him to the Muryllis's growing collection of prisoners.
"I would like for the three of you to predict the outcome of tonight's little fiasco." This time, the Justiciar's thoughts were broadcasted for all to hear; if Rayne was not awake by now, surely the unpleasantness of the Shade's voice scraping across her mind would. "A professor has been attacked, and I have before me a group of individuals I suspect should fear nothing more than being discovered by me. What should I do? What should I do.. ?"