The joke shop was nearly abandoned after a long while without use. The owner was dead, the town drying up, and no one had much to laugh about. It was perfect, then, for a meeting between two very high profile (literally for one of the two) characters.
One moment, there was no one on the floor of the shop. The next moment, someone was, apparently, standing between a display of firecrackers and a shelf with some sort of snackboxes. The figure stood maybe six foot four and wore a pair of Italian leather boots which gave him another two inches. His well fitted suit, also probably Italian, made him appear tall and sharp like a blade, and his black cloak hung straight down his back. His skin was pale, and his hair as dark as ink, but there was a thin feel to the entire figure, as if he was made of eggshell, and his core was empty.
There was also a haze of magic around the figure.
The figure checked a watch (gold with diamonds) and then looked around the store. He was, obviously, waiting for someone or something. The figure let out a sharp whistle, and then began to whistle a familiar tune. It was the Battle Hymn of the Republic.
Post by Tiberius Spurius on Jul 12, 2009 17:17:38 GMT -5
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
The Nephilim had been wandering throughout Drakborough, awaiting any sign from the Shade that his end of the deal had been carried out but he had yet to receive such a signal. So he had taken to the streets, gazing lustful at the women that passed by him and generally having a good time, until his skin began to tingle. And that only happened in the vicinity of intense magic or large concentrations of it, so Tiberius deduced that his compatriot was nearby and harboring his quarry.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
The blond being strode past dawdling villagers and bustling shops until he reached what he believed to be the source of this energy: the abandoned joke shop. An interesting choice, but it was out of the way and nobody would pay a derelict much attention so it was a decent choice for a meeting. Walking up to the old building, Tiberius peered through the dusty window with his piercing eyes and saw the man dressed in Italian fashion: that was the Shade alright. And if he was here, that means he must have his prey with him.
Yet when Tiberius pushed open the rusty door and entered the store, he didn't see anyone else with the Shade nor feel any other energy besides that of the Shade. Which meant only one thing: the Shade had not completed his part of the bargain. Concealing his anger related to this realization, Tiberius smiled politely and walked over until he was standing by the Shade's side. "Well, it certainly is a pleasant day isn't it?" said the Nephilim as he made small talk, "This is just the kind of day that makes me want to relax, maybe put my legs up on a lawn-chair, and have an alcoholic beverage."
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
"Yet it doesn't make me lazy, lazy enough to forget my prior duties and arrangements with others," said Tiberius with as his voice swelled to its true potential: it sounded as sanctified as an Angel and damned as the Devil himself. "Sloth is the one sin out of the Bible that is the most destructive to a person's goals as they never complete them and I loathe people that exhibit that trait." The Nephilim's eye swirled as what appeared to be St. Elmos' fire kindled behind his irises and his words became harsher.
"I was under the impression, being both a gentleman and a businessman, that the next time we would meet would be when you had your end of the deal and I'd give you some of my blood in exchange. I don't see anyone here besides ourselves; therefore, you haven't upheld your end of the bargain and you've failed me. That means that our arrangement is off until you fulfill your part of this agreement: I pray you do not fail again Shade, for you need me more than I need you and I'm not as forgiving as my Maker."
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
The power leaking from the Nephilim was as intoxicating as ever to the Shade. Most people, most beings in general, would feel terror or awe or some kind of crippling fear. The Shade, though, felt only hunger. He felt such strong hunger that he found it hard to concentrate on the words being spoken by the angelkin most of the time.
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
The Shade brought his attention back to the tall and imposing figure next to him as soon as he heard the word "blood" and he kept his attention, for the most part, until the damned being shut up.
"Mister Tiberius," the Shade spoke, his voice just as it had been years ago when he still occupied a body, "I have taken care of one of two people who you could consider close to the vampire Romulus. Willow, her name is. She will weaken him herself, with the weight of her fear and scorn for the creature whom she is seemingly tied to."
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
The Shade checked the face of the watch again, which displayed some time that didn't truly exist on this plane of existence, and then he spoke again. "Tiberius, I was interrupted during my time with the girl, but I have gathered this, which you probably already know. There is another girl, Elle. She is Romulus' ward. I have scared his lover from him, which will leave him vulnerable if for only a moment. If you were to take the child, or harm her, or even kill her, you would have a very distraught vampire. My advice, Angelkin, is to attack Romulus as soon as he discovers that his lover has been scared away from him. I have given you an opening, and I expect some payment."
Post by Tiberius Spurius on Jul 14, 2009 9:00:21 GMT -5
So the Shade hadn't screwed up royally, but he still failed to bring Tiberius one of these two girls of Romulus. The one that he spoke of, this Willow, was supposedly Romulus' new lover and if that were the case she would be invaluable in his plans for the future. Yet when the Unknown being mentioned that Romulus had a ward, Tiberius' irises flared with surprise to this news. He was fully aware that vampire population had increased rapidly over the last month, but he was unaware that Romulus sired any of them himself. And now that he knew this, well that made this all the sweeter.
As to Unknown asking for payment for services rendered, Tiberius reached into his overcoat and pulled out one of his bizarre bayonets and a small vial about the length of his wrist. Pulling out the vial's stopper with his teeth, the blond Nephilim proceeded to slit his palm and started squeezing his blood into the vial. Once it was full, Tiberius' cut healed itself in a blinding flash of light and he placed the stopper back into the vial. Tossing the vial over to Unknown, Tiberius said, "There is another liter of this if you capture Romulus' ward and if you bring her to me. I shall retrieve Willow and then all the pieces will be positioned. I shall get what I want from Romulus and you shall have your blood."
"But I have tarried here too long, but I have one final question for you. You said that you were interrupted when you captured Willow: who or what disturbed you?"
They say that even God didn't have the power to destroy us; what makes you think that you can defy the power of the Nephilim?
The vial of blood merely stopped its projection right in front of the Shade, and then it slipped into a coat pocket. The creature decided it would be even sweeter if saved for just the right moment. Unlike some dark beings, this one knew patience.
"I was interrupted by my old creation and servant who has decided to go against me. Truthfully, that sad excuse for a wizard would be no match for me. He brought with him though another of his kind, the headmaster of the school. Windwaltz. While alone they would be simple enough for me to defeat, I fear together they may have given me an inkling of trouble. Also, I was done with the girl."
The shade began to shimmer, disappearing, or perhaps simply dispersing. The channels through which such a being traveled were unknown even to any living wizard, and not even a Nephilim, in their splendid glory, would ever be able to grasp the magic at work.
"I must admit though," his voice came, this time thinner, "that I may have left them a little clue, an arrow per se, pointing towards you, Tiberius. You are a monster to the living, and an enemy to the undead, and now they know your intentions. If you survive long enough for me to deliver the ward of Romulus, I expect your blood will flow for free soon after."
Post by Owl for Tiberius on Jul 16, 2009 5:51:33 GMT -5
Unknown was gone, but fate wasn't done with Tiberius.
Soaring through the door of the joke shop and into the room where Tiberius absorbed the information given to him...either a new cog or a wrench in his plans...was a barn owl. The bird was the traditional carrier of messages amongst wizards, and it carried in its talons a large rectangular package which it seemed to have difficulty holding up.
It happily dropped its load before the Nephilim and then turned to fly off to who knows where.
There was a note attached to the package, which was encased in brown mail paper. The name written on the note was in a very ancient form of Hebrew. On the inside of the note was a letter -
My brother,
I present a gift to you. I know your work is hard and your struggle is just, and perhaps these will be able to lighten your load just a little in your quest for justice against the divine.
We will meet soon, ---
But the name too was in a far too ancient dialect of Hebrew. Tiberius would recognize the name, though, if he tried to think hard enough. Thousands of years had passed since he'd known that name, but it might've spurred him just enough to open the package.
If he didn't, fearing it might be a bomb or some other kind of device set against him by the Vampires, he would find nothing.
But if he did, he would find two books with covers both ancient and blackened by ash and the collected grime of millenia - but with symbols on each that represented two signs of the Zodiac. One shimmered with a red light, and the other with green.
Post by Tiberius Spurius on Jul 21, 2009 9:30:16 GMT -5
The Shade's parting words were not pleasing to the Nephilim's ear. This entire endeavor was dependent upon Tiberius' ability to remain unknown to the wizards as the orchestrator behind this and the ability to strike as quickly as possible. Now two wizards, the Headmaster of the University and the Shade's creation, knew that the blond giant had something to do with these events and would no doubt be seeking to foil him. Scrowling, Tiberius felt the urge to terminate the deal right here and now with the Shade for creating more obstacles for him, but he needed this "ward of Romulus". If he knew anything from his dealing with the Undead, they treasured lovers but family was more important than those. If he wanted to get Romulus right where he needed him, then he could afford no more trouble from the school.
Ironically enough, that location would have to be the first place he visited. Windwaltz had a history of being an emotional warrior and if he had an inkling of Tiberius' plans, he would try and find one of these two and give them sanctuary. Obviously it wouldn't be Romulus' ward, because with the soaring vampire population there wouldn't be any safer place, so then it would be this Willow. The only problem was getting to her inside of Windwaltz's domain. As he was pondering this, a barn owl flew through the window with a package on its person: a package written in ancient Hebrew.
Running through a list in his head, there were only so few people that Tiberius knew could interpret this language, and since these parties were not enemies the blond Nephilim he gingerly opened the package. Folded between the lining were two tomes of text that made Tiberius' eyes flash with surprise. For in his hands were now Leo and Capricorn, two more of the coveted treasures, and they were now in his possession. Looking back at the small note attached to the treasures, Tiberius tried translating the name of his benefactor but it was in a unique dialect that would require more resources to translate. Yet he couldn't help but feel that this name, this person, was familiar to him but he couldn't place him in his memory just yet.
Taking both books and putting them into the pockets of his jacket, Tiberius calmly walked out of the abandoned shop and headed out into the bustling streets. And set his feet toward the University, where he felt his prize was awaiting.
They say that even God didn't have the power to destroy us; what makes you think that you can defy the power of the Nephilim?
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