Post by Mury 6.0 on Apr 5, 2006 18:50:08 GMT -5
Muryllis had watched, perched on a stack of crates, the departure of Hayzie, closely followed by James. It was quite odd that they had not noticed him; then again, there was a thick fog of soot and ash forming in the air, and his dark robes would be difficult to notice. The Ravenclaw smiled under his mask as various Shadows, having no idea of the invisible wheelchair-bound girl rolling along the street, were tripped quite comically by the thrown marbles. Following the trail she left on the dusty ground, he kept to the other side of the street, not wanting an unnecessary encounter with the Mustang boy.
Soon after the arrival of the interesting new figure, Muryllis was glad to see that the true pinnacle of infinite power, the Dark Lord Vlad himself, had arrived, joining the other leaders of the Society as the theatrical fellow (to whom Muryllis took a quick liking, appreciating both his style and language) began his mockery of them. His attention was quickly turned back to James and Hayzie, who had taken shelter in an empty house to stay out of the carnage. Cocking his head to the side in thought, he dropped again into the shadows, appearing this time in the cellar of the house into which James had wheeled Hayzie. Tapping himself with his wand, all sound he produced was canceled out; he made his way through the musty room and followed the stairs upward, their otherwise shrill creaking absorbed by the enchantment. He peered through the partly-opened door; James was to be seen muttering something to the girl, but Muryllis could not hear; instead, he slipped through the doorway, silently making his way unnoticed to the corner of an adjacent room. Indeed, he did not want for them to be harmed; if anything, a trigger-happy Unknown or Syrus would sense his presence inside the building, hopefully refraining from blasting it to pieces. Mustang, he knew, was wanted by Syrus; Hayzie was a friend, and Muryllis tried to stay loyal to friends.
Soon after the arrival of the interesting new figure, Muryllis was glad to see that the true pinnacle of infinite power, the Dark Lord Vlad himself, had arrived, joining the other leaders of the Society as the theatrical fellow (to whom Muryllis took a quick liking, appreciating both his style and language) began his mockery of them. His attention was quickly turned back to James and Hayzie, who had taken shelter in an empty house to stay out of the carnage. Cocking his head to the side in thought, he dropped again into the shadows, appearing this time in the cellar of the house into which James had wheeled Hayzie. Tapping himself with his wand, all sound he produced was canceled out; he made his way through the musty room and followed the stairs upward, their otherwise shrill creaking absorbed by the enchantment. He peered through the partly-opened door; James was to be seen muttering something to the girl, but Muryllis could not hear; instead, he slipped through the doorway, silently making his way unnoticed to the corner of an adjacent room. Indeed, he did not want for them to be harmed; if anything, a trigger-happy Unknown or Syrus would sense his presence inside the building, hopefully refraining from blasting it to pieces. Mustang, he knew, was wanted by Syrus; Hayzie was a friend, and Muryllis tried to stay loyal to friends.