Demon's Encumbrance
 

“It’s been awhile… a long while….” Gray dust kicks up into the dark starry sky and dark boots disappear into the cloud. A man stands as the cloud twists and turn, caressing his long black cloak. Two moons carefully watch him as he stands still on the giant dune. Taking a deep breath he slowly lifts his callused hand and places it on a small child that was clinging to his leg. “You know child…. This ocean wasn’t as dark as it used to be. It’s been told that when blood has been spilled that the ocean gains a slightly darker tint.” The little child pulls on the pants of the older male and the man quickly lowers his head to allow the small child to whisper in his ear. “Why is it so dark you say? Well I’m not sure… all I know is that I had a chance to see this transformation.” The wind slowly picks up and gropes at the man’s face and neck. Once again the child pulls and once again the man lowers his head. He chuckles a bit and stands once more, slowly rubbing the child’s hair. “Heh…. I’m not that old…. It was only a couple of years ago… I’m surprised you don’t remember…. Heh… why would you…. You have more important things to do like playing and talking with friends…. A child’s life is so much easier…. Did you know that?”

A while passes in silence, all that could be heard was the sound of wind rushing through the ears and the sound of the ocean lapping at the grayish green beach. He seats and waves the small child to sit on his lap and they both watch the first moon slyly dive into the ocean. A sense of peace was in the man’s eyes but yet there was a look of terror. Like the man was dreaming of battles once passed. Shaking his head he looks at the boy and smiles. “How about I tell you a story?” The small boy twists and gives a smile of absolute joy he then opens his tiny mouth and hugs the man. “I would like that a lot grandpa…..” The man takes a deep breath. “……. Well It started with two noble cities………”
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“OH COME ON!!! Where is Everybody!!!!! How the hell are we suppose to have a meeting without the other nobles???” The voice rang throughout the entire room; the owner of this voice was sitting in a fairly large throne encrusted in diamonds and other precious stones. More seats of the same high stature could be seen around a large triangle shaped table. The room in which this table stood was filled with precious metal that lined the walls. Pictures of great warriors hung from gold nails embedded in the walls. And around this circular room was silk curtains that flowed and swayed in the breeze from the crack in the immense door. The large man leaps out of the chair and walks towards the door. Slamming it shut he walks back and throws himself in his chair. As he sat his slick black hair fell over half of his face and his eyes sift rapidly across the room. Becoming agitated he slowly rubs his rounded jaw and fiddles with the pistol on his belt. “WHERE ARE THEY! FEYJA! GO GET ME A MESSENGER! NOW!”

"Don't throw your weight around with me like that, Cozen." Standing idly on the otherside of the grand room is a woman of unsurpassed beauty. Ebony black hair cascades over her shoulders and gleams in the light. Lustful green eyes glimmer like twin emeralds from the pale complexion. She moves in a graceful, fluid motion that appears like she is not walking at all. An Arsminic beauty through and through, Feyja strolls into the hallway and stands, staring at the back of a gaurd's head. The young gaurd quickly turns around, flushed, and hastens to her.

"Yes, m'lady?"
"Cozen wishes of a messenger. Go fill that post...but, on your way back, tell me what he told you."
"But...m'lady..." Feyja leans closer to him, her eyes dancing and shimmering. The gaurd gets caught in those eyes and can't break the gaze.
"You'll tell me."
"Yes, m'lady."
"Now go. Don't keep your King waiting." The young gaurd snaps to attention and bows before hurrying to the room. Feyja casually leans against the wall and waits for him to return.

"What can I do for you sir Cozen?" The soldier quickly bow and stnds before his mighty king. His knees begin to shake and his face begins to cringe like he was expecting something terrible to happen

"WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY!" He throws his hands in the air and smacks a cup off the triangular shaped table.

"Im not sure my lord." he quickly throws his hands up making sure he was not punished. After a while he sighs and puts his hands down.

Watching the guard he waits calmlyand then swings his hand sending the guard to fly into the wall making a painting fall.

"What are you doing!!!! You insubordinate little bug! How dare you knock down something far beyond your stature!" The man leaps out of his chair and walks over to the guard. He then draws his elemental pistol and presses it deep in the man forehead. His face turns red and his eyes dart back and forth.

"Please your sire.... i'll do anything!"

"GO FIND THEM! NOW!" Returning his pistol back to its rightful place he then walks over to his beautiful queen, grabs his seat and plays with his hair a bit. "This waiting is driving me insane! Where are they!" He closes his eyes a sighs in deep breathing in the smells of metal, wood and silk. Placing his hands on the table he looks at Feyja and smiles. "Don't bother with me, im talking to myself."

Tarox sat, watching all of the actions that both of the others made, him sitting at the table in silence, the only other ocupant of the table dispite it's length. His eyes slowly shifted to Feyja who sat besides Cozen, looking upon her face for the briefest of moments before looking away, his blue eyes searching the suroundings. As the other's left he chuckled slightly, bringing his left hand up, stroking his short wiskers upons his chin, s small goatee growing. "You two never change..." he smiled slightly, letting his hand fall down to the table, letting it's coolness kiss the open skin of his hand. He brought his hand up slightly, but still touched the table with two fingers, slowly making a small pattern upon it. He looked back up towards Cozen then back towards the door, his blue eyes narrowing slightly, a small red scar lining under his right eye shimmering slightly as the light passed over it. He sighed slightly and looked back, the slight sounds of the serimonial armor he wore cringing upon his ears. He hated wearing these clothes, having spent most of his time as a warrior before Cozen came to power, Tarox was used to wearing usual clothes, prefeably his trademark shirtless look along with a vest like outer shirt that lay open, revealing his rather chizzled muscles.

he looked over towards Cozen, resting his head within his hand, his brown locks flowing onto the table. This was so boring... He inwardly chuckled at this moment, although Cozen acted as he wished, Tarox was accustomed to acting noble in front of the other nobles, but himself in front of those he conciderd friends.

Feyja glances carelessly at the newcomer and then stands behind Cozen. "I'm sure they are on their way. You must have patience."

You must have patience..." Is what Akechi heared, from in beetween the walls of the rooms, he was stuck there due to a accident with a teleporter, not a very good thing to be in this situation because hes surrounded by other people he is not sure whos race is, so he is staying there waiting if his little friend could bring him back by reversing the particle wave production unit, Akechi is also one of thew few, smarter bunches of the cleyvex, so he wasnt sure that asking for help was the right thing to do at the moment, until !ACHOO! Akechi sneazed, "Oh man!" he repntadly said as anybody could clearly hear him through these clearly not so thick walls

"Sir? General Kentad? The King wishes it to be known that you're late. He is... quite insistent."

The shorter Arsminic sighed and took a final look out of the window he'd been looking through before he was rudely interrupted.

"...Very well. I do hope he hasn't done anything rash."

A minute or so later, he arrived at the meeting room, bowing slightly to the king and queen and heading over to one of the paintings on the wall

"Is there anyone else due? ...ahem. Is there anyone else due, Majesty?"

It's worth noting that the word 'majesty' is uttered in a way that is almost but not quite totally insincere.

Cozen looks at the walls for a moment after hearing something unusual, then down to Kentad. He throws his feet off the table and leans back in his chair. Then continues to rub his cheek, his sword clanking everytime he swayed back and forth with the chair.
"Many.... and they are all late.... If they don't come soon i'll take things into my own hands.... Or better yet test my new army..... How are they coming along by the way?"
A smile smears across his face as his thinks about this thought then stands and starts knocking on the walls around the room. Slowly taking one step, knock, one step and then knock again. Looking for any clue to the noise that had arose earlier.

He doesn't stop looking at the paiting, seeming to admire it as if he were in an art gallery

"Training and armament is progressing as well as can be expected, majesty. I couldn't possibly condone their use against people who are tardy however, that would be bad for morale."

After swooping up some air finnaly he comes back to his origional location.

"Well thats the least i can do for it" said akechi, after finnaly fixing the machinery, "Dont use this again, we shouldnt even have this tech on this island, just help me work this new searing bullet." When he turned around A Cleyvex was in the doorway, and with a pistol pointed right at him it fired, Akechi got up and swung over "Traitor!" The Cleyvex screamed.

Akechi pulled out his guns and fired 2 searing bullets at him, they soared right through the meta-human. it fell to the floor, "t-t-traitor..." its last words were horrific. Cleyvex soldiers have becoming more and more hostile to arsminic townsfolk. But now bounty hunters are after him, because he has made it very clear that he still allies with the arsminic people and cleyvex Alike. He wanted out of this place so he sent a letter to one well known arsminic, who could probably help him out of the situation, he sent a skyling bird letter, a letter that is on a bird that can identify anyone, and much less get to them in under 5 minutes, " Common help me out Cozen.....

In a sudden outburst of activity Cleyvex guards begin to pile into the room. The scan the room and takes careful inspection, treading somewhere between caution and disrespect to the hosts. Behind them a graying man in a long coat draped over his shoulders strides in and takes a seat opposite of Cozen. He waves his hand the guards relax after raising a salute. With a smug sort of smirk, he looks around at the other members of the meeting. "I sorry, was I late? Just lost track of time I'm afraid. My sincerest apologies..." In a pause he searches for the right words, smiling upon finding something suitable. "Comrades."

"..... Perhaps..... I guess i can wait a few mo....."
Finally the one of the long awaited members had joined the meeting. Cozen quickly stops inspecting the walls and watches the many guards fly through the room. Chuckling a bit his sticks his foot out to trip one of them sending him to the cold floor. Then walking over to the table and glares at the table a bit. Watching the man sit, he gives a half smile and slowing rubs the fine grain patterns on the wood.
"Do you always have to make such a dramatic entrance??? We have these meetings and everytime you send your lackeys to make sure the cheese on the table doesn't have a bomb in it... After awhile it begins to get humorous."
Cozen takes his seat once more and stares at the man for a few moments before speaking.
"All we need now is the general.... and we can hold the meeting."

The man, Resipoz, merely raises his hands. "I'm simply being cautious, I've yet to do anything to radical. I've just had some...minor problems back home." Cracking his knuckes, he never takes his eyes off Cozen. "He shouldn't be long. Until then, why not enjoy ourselves? We hold no threat to one another, no?"

A little bit after the Cleyvex King enters the room, another man of similar features enters. His facial expression is a mean one, appearing very tense and tight, he looks more menacing without hair and pointed up eyebrows. He's wearing a brown coat, with a cape draped over the side of his shoulder. Without a word he goes behind his King. the Cleyvex brushes the cape aside, and in the light a patch is visible just above his right breast that reads 'General Rolan Nek.' He clears his throat and finally speaks. "Gentlemen. Excuse my tardiness, I was putting down a small attack just outside the area."

Resipoz nods at Rolan. "Splendid work, I'm sure your tardiness can be excused for something like that." He looks at Cozen with a smile. "Shall we begin?"

Her eyes seem to pick apart all of them, dwelling on Respoz. A small mocking smile teases her lips. She takes her seat next to Cozen and takes on a royal and dignified face. Unseen and unfelt Feyja reaches out to play with the surroundiung member's auras. She picks through them manipulating them so that they become more like hers. There colors which reveals themselves to Feyjas eyes alone take on her color, a deep midnight blue that tinges silver at the ends. Teasing the others auras wouldn't hurt them at all, just more suseptible to her whim.

"yes let's begin. You men have much to discuss... and I hope everything turns out in order."

Her saucy voice is coupled with a stunning smile.

"Very well then... If everyone will take a seat.... Our first line of business is the sudden uproar of battles in the streets and the people's frustration starting to rise. How are we going to handle this? How are we going to calm the people? Any suggestions?"

He waves his hand across the room as if to show he was asking everyone in the room including the soldier. Apparentely anyone who was able to be in the same room that the meeting was taking place that they were worthy of helping with affairs.

Resipoz crosses his arms with a scoff. "I don't know about you, Cozen, but I have no tolerance for some rabble-rousers rilling up the people. Once they are put back in their place the people will settle down. As long as strong leadership remains and troublemakers eliminated, these problems will not become threatening and eventually subside."

"Exactly what I was thinking.... funny though.... the rablle-rousers seem to be mostly Cley's... im not pointing fingers..... but maybe someone hasn't been being strong enough."

He smirks a bit and quickly glares at Resipoz. resting his elbows on the table he begins to click his nails together waiting for a response from the king of the Cleyvexes. Although they were "friends" Cozen would gladly take a shot at Resipoz when ever possible.

There's an audiable screech after Cozen's comment, result of Resipoz's finger scratching deeply into the table. By the time anyone can look at the source his hand has moved, making it visibly unclear that he was angered, as he was still smiling. "General Nek was just taking care of some of that, and while your point stands do keep mind that it's harder to extinguish uprisings in larger areas with a larger populus. Anway, we are both capable of taking care of these problems no? Both our governments are...quite stable."

"Of course... As you well know my armies are glad to help with insubordinate fools. Now.... many events are coming up. We have to talk to the people, help with keeping the peace, we also have the new technology...."

He takes out a pen and scribbles on a piece of paper. Quickly folding it he shoves it to the other end of the table. Upon reading, the viewer would see the words "It's almost ready." on the scrap of paper. Cozen glances around the room to see the activity in the room and then continues to talk.

"We also have the games coming up. This year should be the best year we've had for Frissbiss ball. I know my team has been training hard and seeing the look on your face when we destroy you and take the cup...."

He laughs loudly and looks around, looking at Kentad then at Tarox finally at Feyja and then to Rolan.

"It's going to be a VERY intersting season... I guarantee that the people will calm once entertainment starts up again."

There was no response, "It must have been intercepted!" Akechi implied over the situation, There is only one way to get to his location, gotta fire up the teleporter."But its forbidden and I have no way to cover it up..." akechi thought, without his friend he could not cover up the incedent he is about to make. "Well ill be gone anyway." he thought So he went to the coordinates staion typed in Cozen, 12 feet, stood in the beacon pushed the lever and fired it up, and away he went, it was instant. he was 12 ft of where cozen stood. he was outside the door when he birst in
"Cozen sir, I request you help!"

"YOU DARE INTERUPPT A MEETING OF YOUR KINGS? You know I could have your head for this!"

Cozen looks at the man for a moment, scanning his clothes and staring deeply into his eyes. Making a fist and clenches his teeth he stands and slowly walks towards Akechi. Turning around before leaving he bows to the other nobles.

"Im terribly sorry for this but this seems...... important. I will be back momentarily so try to make some progress while im gone. Feyja! Kentad! i am sure you won't have any problems."

He quickly walks out the door and turning down a long hall. Opening a big black door and walking in. There was nothing, nothing at all in this room. Just four black walls a ceiling and a roof. As soon as Akechi enters he slams the door and locks it.

"What do you want.... it better be important."

Taroxwatches Cozen leave, then returns his gaze to the others sat upon the table, snece before any of the others had arived, he had not spoken a word, not for the fact that he may see himself as below these others, but more along the lines that he wished not to interupt this quite fued between the two kings. He shook his head for amoment then blinked, fealing slightly dizzy all of a sudden. What was... with him?... he looked back up, and he blinked slightly, seeing Feyja. Something had changed slightly... that... he did not know, nor place. He felt more confortable sitting around her, closer to her, as if she was a better friend than she was before... why had this sudden occurance happened? he didnt know. He shook his head and it was gone, things were normal once more. That was rediculas... He looked up towards her face and was met by that smile she usually held. Had she noticed?... he hoped not...

She frowns at Cozens departure feeling it to be rude.
"My deepest apologies I do not know what has gotten into him"
Feyja then smiles charmingly.
"Our opening day is quickly appraoching,I guess that your.... majesty.... has made all of his plans set."
Shifting her gaze she locks eyes with her genreal for a meanigful momentthen shifts her gaze back to the main table.
"I also hope that no incedents will occur, We must put on a secure happy face. If they suspect that we have a weakness surely they will revolt against our rule. But they is no reason to cower Resipoz"
The insulting undertone in Feyja's voice is confused with her charrming attitude and flattering look.

At Feyja's last comment, Rolan turns to look at her. He opens his mouth and speaks with a dry, yet demanding tone. "We are all people of class in this room. There is no reason to lower ourselves to the level of petty name calling and cheap shots. We're here to discuss problems, not to start them."

"Pardon Sir but I have horrible news! More Cleyvex soldiers are destroying arsminic villages, as we speak Arsminic people are being killed and tortured by them, I am also being hunted for helping several of them to safety, so inevatably ive got a bounty on my head, also i beleive we need to proceed in a Arsminic rescue opperation, but these arnt outlawing soldiers, but noble knights of the cleyvex kings army themselves!

Tarox looked areound the room, seeing the entencity within them all. "Relax people... we are all equills here... dont be so quick to fight, I know we are all at odds... but it doesnt meen we have to be at each other's throats..." he sighed, rubbing his head with his hand, his Pyrogauntlets glistening as he did so. He had customized his armor to fit with the gauntlets, so it apearted to be all one peice. he liked having his weapons with him constantly... something he had gotten used to from being a warrior for such a long time.

Resipoz scoffs and puts on a compose look. He made no indictation to it, but he appreciated the defense offered by Roland. "I haven't do anything but defend myself, but I do assume there is something important to talk about for all of us to be here, or is that all your government has to say?"

"We can not be so certain.... they may drees and say that they are.... i will send more troops out to take care of the matter... simple as that. As for your life.... it is none of my concern. If I did have any mercy though i would tel you to take the matter to Resipoz. I must get going I have more important things to attend to.... more important then any life."

He snarls at the man and quickly exits the room with a slam of the door. He breathes in deep and slowly starts to walk down the long corridor, boots thumping as he walks. He hand begins to shake a bit and he quickly shoves it in his pocket. A sense of desperation can be seen in his eyes. Not because of the recent occurances but because of something.... hidden.... something that he was hiding. Finnally reaching his location he takes a deep long sigh, gets rid of the shake and slowly turns the knob of the immense door.

"My fellow nobles, I have returned. Sorry for that disturbance.... it was rather... tiresome. So what have we accomplished so far?"

"And we're certain that they are unaware of us?" the red haired Arsminic whispered to the man standing next to him. "Yes Jakain. Our spies are unable to tell for a hundred percent, but the King and the other Nobles havn't given any signs they are aware of our operations. They most likely think it's just a bunch of lowly trouble makers, not rebels." the arsminic named Jakain smiled and said "Good. Tell the other Village Captains to get ready. I want them to be ready to strike at the flick of a wrist. And make sure that we don't alert the villagers. We don't want them to alert Cozen or the other Nobles." the other man nodded and walked through the door of the ragged house.

Jakain glanced at him as he left, then shut the door. He turned around and glanced at the two cleyvexes dressed in villager clothing, a sharp contrast to the deep purple robes Jakain himself wore "You two, make sure noone enters. I need to sleep." as he walked into the back of the house. The two cleyvexes nodded to him as he walked by and took positions near the door and only window.

Tarox looked up and shook his head slightly. "we have accomplished nothing..." he set his arms before him, sitting back in the chair in a more postured look, but in reality he was stretching sligtly, yawning slightly with his mouth closed. he then folded his hands and gave watched his actions.

"Yes, Cozen, it does seem that way. We have not gotten much done, and it is quickly becoming a waste of valuable time! Maybe if a certain royal wasn't late and then unhelpful, we'd accomplish something by now! Isn't that right, Resipoz? Lazy, overcontrolling waste of a King!" Feyja's face flushes in anger and she stands up, slamming her hands on the table and shooting Resipoz an accusing look.

"ENOUGH! Feyja hold your tongue! You know better then to speak to higher ranking officers! Its bad enough you talk back to men. This meeting is causing to much tension! This meeting will resume at a later period you are all dismissed!" he walks in and slowly looks over the members in the room. Then quickly resumes looking at Feyja with a sense of anger in his eyes. "Feyja... Stay here I need to have a word with you."

Tarox watched this happen, shaking his head again. This was getting insane... He stood slowly, looking to cozen if he wished him to stay as well, but then turned and made his way out as the others had. He couldnt belive just how childish Cozen could be...

When Feyja slam the table, Furaiken react by holding his rifle in a ready stance since her actions were toward Resipoz. But Cozen came in and called her off, making the situation seem under control and Furaiken return to an ease position.
"Everything came in a bad start but it could have been worst." he thought to himself as the meeting was called to a dismissed.
"The war of words, how ironic."

Resipoz doesn't respond to Feyja with anything more than a sneer. His guard take aim immediately, but fail to fire when Resipoz, after some long inner debate it seems, decides not to have her fired on. He rises, dusting his coat off. "Hah. I could expect that much from a woman, especially one as half-grown as you, child. I did not come here to be insulted by so-called royalty. My patience is finite, and those who cross me past my limits will find I am a very, very wrathful man. I suggest I'm shown some deserved class in our next meeting, unless you care to invoke my anger."

Straightening his outfit, he speaks cooly. "Cozen, if you wish to speak of real matters in the future, keep your bitch muzzled. Until then, good day." Turning his back to the Arsminics, he storms out with his entourage.

A small smirk fell upon his lips when Rolan heard Resipoz. He followed suit as they left and in the hallway when they were away from the others, he called to Resipoz. "My Lord. What do you make of this meeting? Why was it called and why was I notified late of it? With all due respect, King Resipoz, this meeting seemed to be called without any organization. Was Cozen trying to tell us something, do you figure? The nerve of the Queen too, speaking so out of line."

Resipoz waves his hand. "My friend, don't concern yourself. I shall make sure to be informed of all matters of importance. I shall just do so without that insipid riff-raff present. Your lateness in notification was simply because it conflicted with your assignment, which I expect a report on tonight. Though, I am sure things went flawlessly.

As for the queen, that's why I never got married."

Feyja scoffs and waves her hand. "You cannot tell me it's not true, Cozen. He is lazy." She grins, not troubled at all for her words. Under that grin, however, there is an increasing anger at being rebuked. Her temper begins to boil, which she mascarades-for now-in a cheery fashion. "Stuffy old Cleyvex. What right does he hold to call me a bitch?"

Akechi backs up to the door and begins listening on the conversation

Tarox looked to Cozen. "what the hell was that about?..." he made a motion to show he was asking about the clev's action. "Calling Feyja bitch and all..."

Furaiken can still hear the shouting down the hallway from the Arsminics as he walk by his king. They weren't happy of what has became of the meeting. From what he has seen so far, he considers the Arsminics to blame for bring all the tension among themselves. But as usual, it doesn't concern him.
Still, he has to keep alert knowing that a assassination attemp could happen when having his king in a place with angry Arsminics a few seconds ago.

Closing his eyes, he begins to raise his hands up to his head and slowly starts shaking his head. His lungs fill with air and he exhales in a deep long sigh. Walking over to Feyja he grabs his chair but does not sit, but to fiddle and play with it.

"What could you possibly say to him which would cause him to storm off?.... As for you Tarox.... Today, in the world.... chivalry is dead.... maybe once a few hundred years back there was a glimpse of it. If you can't understand this then maybe you should be wearing the muzzle instead of Fey. Look, we are all tired, a quick end was in order. If i didn't have so many interruptions and everyone was on TIME then we would have be more productive. Let's just stay here for a bit and collect our thoughts. How does that sound???"

Finally he takes a seat, puts his feet on the table and leans back. His eyes seem to become darker as he gets lost in his thoughts and waits for a reply from the remaining members of the room. It seems that everytime he is bored, nervous or just doesn't have anything to do that he fiddles with anything possible. In this case he begins to fiddle with his hair then quickly starts polishing his sword.

Tarox glared slightly then shook his head. "Cozen... sorry for attempting to uphold some sort of honor from our roots and eldors..." he closed his eyes and rested his hands on the table then sighed slightly. "We accomplished nothing but cause squabaling between the three of us... That Clay is probably laughing his friggen Ass off becouse of us!" he slammed his fist onto the table, his gauntlets slowly starting to become hotter, heat billowing upwards from them. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, the heat slowly simmering away before he turned again, this time with a smirk on his face. "Fayja wear's a muzzle eh?" he chuckled, joking, trying to add a slight hint of laughter into the mix of all of the negativity that had happened this day.

Feyja takes a seat and cooly gazes at Tarox. "I don't get muzzled. By anyone." Feyja's voice carries an obvious dispargous tone to it. She looks at Cozen, the around at the other remaining members. A shuddering sigh runs through her body and she massages the back of her neck with a hand. "Damn it all, Cozen. Things aren't going especially well, you realize. Your rule has started all sorts of trouble in the commons. Farmers refuse to sell their crops unless they get lower taxes, people are starving, raiding the farms, and everywhere there's a stirring of a revolution. Then that idiot Resipoz and his kingdom is starting to bitch that we're being unjust. You really think that one sports game and some new technologic toy will solve the kingdom's problems?"

Feyja leans forward, closer to Cozen. Her low cut shirt hides little, and her aura stretches out to start playing with Cozen's. Cozen was Feyja's biggest challenge. His strong willed nature was deeply reflected in his aura, and it was difficult to gain a hold over his. Still, Feyja manages, and starts to spread her auraic (sp?) poison through his. Feyja is careful about how much control she exerts over Cozen, deeply rooted with the suspicion that he knows all about her controls. She reflects a smile at him and catches his eyes, working her hypnotic-like power over him. "But it doesn't have to be your fault, dear Cozen. We could take all the blame and lay it elsewhere." Standing on protocol, she waits for Cozen to acknowledge her to continue.

Akechi just hangs outside the door listening to everything when he notices a stationary langarm cannon, mistreated of course, unproperly welded he even doubted if the bullets were the right size and power, "I could get a job here" he thought but got back to listening in on the coversation while peeking through the door

After hearing Feyja's words he slowly begins to blink rapidly and sway back and forth as if he were dizzy. He feels a deep chill going through his spine and a feeling of being cold swept over him for a second. He grasps the chair and holds his head for a few seconds and starts dazing in and out of reality. Shaking his head he snaps out of it and take a deep breath. He thinks about what just happened and remebered Feyja's words. He looks at her and takes a quick glance down her shirt.

"Heh.... yes I do.... I have many things in store for my kingdom.... very...... *sigh.... yes......"

He smirks a bit as he thinks about this. It was very obvious that he was keeping something secret... something hidden... something he was not ready to let go of. He continues to look at Feyja and chuckles a bit.

The soldier behind Cozen's chair glanced at him and said "Sir? Are you ok? You look like your spaced out-" and as he said this, there was a muffled cracking and a voice from inside the guard's pocket started speaking in a slightly distorted voice "Maliex. This is Jakain. Report on the meeting at once.". The guard froze in his place and a look of fear replaced the casual look he had before. He reached into his pocket and there was a click and the voice shut off. The soldier stepped back away from Cozen, and started running towards one of the doors as quickly as he could, dodging between the other guards.

Feyja immeditatly forgets about Cozen. "Stop him!" She screams, pointing at the gaurds. "Stop him immediatly! Traitor!" Feyja's face is flushed in anger. She reaches out and smacks the nearest gaurd, leaving five red lines streaking across his face. "Fools!"

Tarox takes off after him, clasping his hands together, the energy of firte burning wqithin, then gathered the energy within his ahnds, still running. He stopped for a moment, and launched a rather large fireball at the tritor, before taking off after him again, unsheathing his short sword and holding it in an inverse manner.

Cozen's face turns red and launches his pistol. The fire blast races past the guard and hits the door's handles causing them to melt and glow red. He then races forward with immense speed and grabs the guard by the collar and shoving him to the wall.

"FEYJA! TAROX! LOCK THE ****ing DOORS! YOU BASTARD!"

He throws the guard across the room causing him to break a chair on the way.

"Tie him up! We're gonna find out where this ass came from!"

Feyja leaps to Cozen's command, locking shut the doors. Made of heavy steel, the doors were bolted with a heavy lock. Feyja, snarling, prowls back to Melix and roughly shoves him into a chair. "We need rope." She snarls at one of the other gaurds and grabs the handcuffs on him, snapping them onto Melix, then to the chair. She then proceeds to punch him across the face.

Maliex grimaced at Feyja's punch. He glared at her in contempt and malice and said "Little bitch.." then spit out a bit of blood onto the floor.


Jakain sighed loudly and said "Alert the squads. We have a problem. AND SOMEONE GET A REPORT ON WHAT HAPPEN TO MALIEX!!"

"HES WIRED! Guards secure the area! Who are you working for? TELL ME NOW OR DIE!"

He takes the communicator and listens for a bit. First nothing could be heard but static but soon thereafter he could he orders to alert squads. He punches the guard and unarms him, taking anything that could be used against Cozen and the other members.

Feyja slaps him hard, digging her nails into his skin. Flesh rips open in a zig-zagging red line near his eye. "Dirty traitor. Tell us who you are working for, and what you're doing spying on us!"

Maliex growled at Cozen and Feyja, then lowered his eyes "..Hetrox Galivan." he smiled to himself. He might be able to use this to his advantage. Dieing wouldn't be so bad if he threw Cozen off first.

"That's all I need..... "

He rips the guard out of the chair casuing it to break. Propping him up he faces the guard towards Feyja and Tarox.

"Hey Tarox get your shot in before I dispose of him Now!"

Tarox walked up to him, looking the man in the eyes and shook his head. "So sad..." He gave a long sigh, searchin the man's eyes, looking for something. There was an inner smile, something that could be seen as content... nobody who had truelly broken would show this. His brow lowered and ge gave a slight chuckle. "I entarogate alot kid..." he spoke directly to the traitor, seaming to forget the others were in the room. "And i know a friggen lier when i see one..." he stepped closer, and slowly opened his palm, a small fireball forming within and he lowered it slightly. "So... tell me the truth, and i wont hurt you... lie to me again... and i'll burn your testicles off..."

Maliex just grinned and said "I've said all I'll say. Kill me if you want." and spit at Tarox.

Tarox gave a small half sided grin, wiping the spit from his face with one hand, the other still there. "I never said i'd kill you... where did you get that idea?..." he made the firte erupt in his hand, causing an extreme amount of heat to hit him there, but no fire yet. The smile faided and he held a look of grim seriousness. "I didnt say i'd kill you... i said i was going to burn you ****in balls off..." His glare increased as he stared deaply into the other's eyes. "Now please... I dont think you would like to have such a thing happen, the smell of burnt flesh, the mess it would make, the screaming, you know, it would be so great if we could get passed all of that..." His glare was peircing, entense. "But I've seen worse inb my life... i've done worse to others... and i can do more to you... now give me what i want to know before i have to get creative..."

"Burn and rot you bastard." Maliex growled and then closed his eyes.


Jakain sighed and looked over at the Arsminics standing next to him "You know what to do Aklaine.." and then glanced out a window. Aklaine nodded and quickly made his way out of the house, pulling a mask down over his face.

Feyja snarls and shoves Tarox away. "This is getting us nowhere. Let me." Feyja grabs a hold of Maliex by the back of his head and locks eyes with him. Her hypnotic eyes search his, her pupils growing and contracting in an entrancing gaze. Her aura reaches out to smother Maliex's. Inwardly, she grins. Maliex was no Cozen, and his will shouldn't be so hard to bend. "Don't overdo it," she warns herself. "I cannot risk Cozen catching on." "Tell me who you are working for. You won't get hurt anymore. It is pointless to resist us..." She prays freverntly that Cozen assumes she is just messing with his mind through her strange eyes, something that she knew he was aware of. "Answer our questions." Feyja's aura has almost completly encompassed Maliex's. There was no hope for him.

After hearing the racket, Akechi pulled out his pistol
HE tried the door, but it was locked, so he tried to pick it, he almost gave up on it but finnaly *tick* it oppened he oppened the door and saw what was going on (After a bunch of gaurds were lookin at him) he said "oops my bad, I got the door" he went inside, closed the door and locked it, and pulled his sword out to keep steady,

just in case

Maliex stared at Feyja and started stammering slightly "I..I work for-" he started to say, when there the was sound of breaking glass and one of the windows shattered in the room. Before that could be investigated however, the floor beneath Maliex began to break slightly, and a small, thin mound of earth shot up, completely slicing Maliex in half, killing him nigh instantly.

Outside the castle, Aklaine relaxed his fingers and sighed "So long, Maliex." as he let his arms dangle at his side for a moment, then crawled back into the small tunnel that lay hidden in the bushes outside the window that cracked.

Feyja leaps back, advoiding the spray of Maliex and screams a long round of curses. She whirls on Cozen, her eyes wild with anger. "How could you let a spy get in!"

Cozen falls backwards and lands hard on the floor. His eyes widen form what he has just seen but quickly snaps out of it. He jumps up and races towards the window but fails to see anything. He begins to yell many expletives and thrashes out violently at the walls.

"It was not my fault! I guarantee if I was in chrage of securing the area there wouldn't have been any intruders! I had a feeling he wold do that though... when i though him against the wall earlier and shoved my gun in his face he had something in his eyes...."

"I would too if I had a gun shoved in my face!" Feyja hisses. She kicks a chair, splintering its legs. "Now what are we going to do? A damn spy, and we have no idea who sent it! I just bet you that Cleyvex sent it! Double crossing bastard!" She snarls and paces the floor restlessly.

Aklaine walked back into the house that Jakain was in, where he then sat down in a chair beside the door. "I intervened. Maliex won't speak about our works again." he said as he glanced at Jakain "...Sir..Was it really needed? Our plans are so far along that even if they did know, they couldn't have stopped us.."

Jakain sighed and looked at Aklaine "It was absolutely necesarry. If they had found out, they would have wasted no time in trying to stop us. Far along as they may be, we can still be stopped cold at any time. Remember also that Maliex offered us his life to obtain the information we needed. He fufilled himself. And I am glad for it. We can go on with our plans now, quicker if needed." and then shrugged and said "And now we wait for a while." and leaned back in his chair and smiled.

Tarox shook his head. "he wasnt afraid of anything... he knew he was going to die if he did as much as mutter a word..." he looked to fayja and his eyes narrowed. "He changed though... whatever the hell you were doing... his eyes changed, he was relaxed..." he siad no more shaking his head, looking towards her face. what the hell was that?...

"I'm just persuasive. My eyes do that whole hypno-thing." Her voice is cold, standoffish. "It doesn't matter. He died before we could figure out what we needed to know, and now we have to deal with the consquences." She turns her gaze to Cozen. "What do you suggest we do now? We cannot linger here all day."

Persuasive My ass... Tarox shook his head slightly then figurewd it didnt matter at the moment any more. "Either way... things are getting interesting." he walked to the window and looked out, shaking his head. "Either we make peace with the Leys, or we go to war with them, but this lingering in between, bickering and complaining is rather childish..." He shook his head again. Fayja's right, we cant just stand here... we have to take some sort of action.

Blood came up and splattered Akechi in the face, "Dang it!" Akechi said "Now im all dirty again, I hate takin baths" Akechi mumbled under his breath as he put away his sword, staring at Cozen, he said "Their right, wuts the plan of action sir?"

"Let's not be to eager to point fingers Feyja.... We obviously know that this region is not safe. I will call some soldiers to secure the place. As for us we should leave as soon as possible. If you see anything out of order.... run...."

He sighs a bit and takes one last look at the bloody mess on the floor. He then starts walking out the door with pistol in hand.

Tarox looked to Fayja and watched Cozen go. "This is getting insane..." he chuckled slightly, bringing his hand to his face. He stopped chuckling after a bit then looked to Fayja. "whats with you?... your acting weird recently..."

"My kingdom begins to crumble at my feet, and you expect me to laugh and sing." Feyja shakes her head and strolls to a window, looking down at the expansive city. "He's too suspicious. I'll need to derail him before long." She smiles and glances back at Tarox. "I guess I'm just stressed. You won't tell anybody, I don't need to have anybody hounding me." It wasn't a question.

He shook his head then brought his hand and brushed it through his hair, shaking his head, looking out the window. "I wasn't hounding you... and I wont tell anyone, it's not my business to gossip..." he closed his eyes and turned, leaning against the wall, looking to her. "I'm getting stressed too..."

After seeing what happened, Akechi sighed, quickly saw feyja and another person talking to each other, "Well, Im confused! But since we need to take action, and Feyja is a leading officer compared to me, Feyja, please, what action should we take to this matter?"

Feyja sighs, shrugs, and glides to the door. "I don't know yet. We'll rest on it for today. You two may take your leave now. I want to pay a certain king a visit." Feyja's lack of which king she plans to visit arouses no suspicions. It was a generally well known fact, at least among the Arsminics, of what she thought of Resipoz, so even if she was going to see him, (which she was) there was no need to suspect her of any foul play. "I suggest you two go and rest, or see if you can publicate the sports game any." With that, she takes her leave.

Heading down the corridor, Feyja reflects on the days events. An unsettling feeling in her stomach told her that days like this were yet to come, and the grim foreshadowing left her feeling irritable. She quickens her pace and ignores the gaurds she passes, heading towards Resipoz and the Cleyvexes.

Akechi stood in the room and investegated the glass, without any tools his autopsy will be just theory, but theory will all be needed with whats weired things that have been going on. Akechi took out his knife, (To not touch the evidence) when he noticed the molten on some of the glass, the glass had exploded, due to an elemental bullet fired, some one knew what was going on out here, and knew how to distract us...

Tarox watched Feyja (yes...Feyja...XD) go and shook his head. That girl was sure differnt... definitly the types of girls he hung out with... they were usually rather good looking... but not like her... he shook his head She was sure different...

His mind went back to the meeting with the other nobles that he was once in, just several minutes ago, before the assiniation, before everything. She had done something... he couldnt tell what... he just couldnt tell... but he saw her look at him, and the others, and he read a difference upon their faces... as well as his own. What was it?... what... Even thinking about it messed with his head... he shook his head again. No... nothing was wrong... it was a coincidence... she was just a very beautiful woman... very... very...beautiful...

Akechi got up from his research, Walked over to Tarox, and began to ask "Watcha thinkin about, You look like your about to go into a daze! Is it Cozen, what just happened, my awesome pistols, or maybe, is it FeyJa?"

Tarox xhuxkled and shook his head, crossing his arms. "I'm thinking of alot of things... FeyJa's merely one of those things." He walked over to the window and where the markings from the attack had happened. "This was a precise shot... the sniper knew what he was doing..." he looked down towards the shot had hit and closed his eyes.

The scene happened once again ebfore his eyes, the man was standing their, Feyja was doing her thing... then suddenly... he was hit... hit on the left temple...

He opened his eyes and looked up towards the window, seeing the trajectory within his head. "Have your men search that crevise within the rock outcropping... you may find evidence there..." he pointed towards the general direction of the outcropping.

"Im on the case, by the way how di- well, its not my buisness, here take this walky, ill contact you derectly when something comes up, well Im off" At this Akechi turned aroun d and began his walk toward the area, hoping to get some evidence on who in the world is infltrating the meeting.

"Resipoz!" Feyja calls out, hurrying to catch up with the Cleyvex king as he starts to exit the castle. "Resipoz! I need to speak with you. It is of the most urgent news." Feyja is slightly out of breath, but remains calm and composed in front of the Cleyvexes and their king. She flips her hair over her shoulders, then gestures at a small room back the way they had come. "We can talk in there. You will find the accomadations much more comfortable than this hallway."

Upon seeing the approaching queen, the guards raise their weapons. Resipoz seems somewhat annoyed and waves a hand. "She can't do anything, lower your weapons."

He turns around, haulting the march and faces Feyja. "Is something wrong that concerns me? I was under the impression I was unwelcome." Resipoz gave the queen a cold, wall of a stare. The look of one who has grown both weary and more like stone after many long years.

Tarox walked out the door and down the hall, seeing Feyja speaking to the King. He stopped for a second and raised his eye brow then shook his head. It was her business... she was the Queann anyways... He entered a small doorway that led to his quarters. He entered in and sighed, walking over to the stand where he left his armor usually. Unstrapping his armor he slowly stripped it off, and placed it upon the rack, taking the Pyroguantlets off and setting them upon a simialr rack. he stood, shirtless, his rather chissled upper body somewhat shining as the setting sun beat down upon him through the open window. He walked forth and leaned upon the window sill, looking out towards the setting sun and shook his head.

he knew he wasnt like most people... of either race. he was rather different, seaming to have a different personality of most. He was always like this... ever since he was young. People couldnt understand how he and Cozen were even friends... and yet they always had been... He was rather the counter to Cozen's agressive nature, rather passive in most respects... untill it came to fighting... that was when people understood why Cozen and he were such friends... they had once taken down a whole army on their own, just the two of them and their weapons... that was an amazing battle...

He turned and rested his hands still on the sill, his back to the window now, and looked in towards his room. Now he stood, as Cozen's most trusted Captain, the Comander of the Cozminics, Cozen's private army. They were the best of the best when it came to fighters, strategists, assassins... everything. They were his personal squad of men, to get done what he wanted done, as quickly and efficiently as possible. He was their captain...

"It is out of your personal wellbeing that I seek you out, your Majesty." Feyja leads him into the room. and gestures at a chair. She herself remains standing. Clasping her hands behind her back, she looses the political tone. "Listen, Resipoz. Cozen and I just uncovered a spy, an Arsminic spy. He was posing as a guard during our meeting. When a radio he had on his body went off, he bolted. Cozen captured him and we had interrogated little information out of him before he was executed, presumably by his fellows. Do you know anything about this?" Her tone is accusing and sharp, and her eyes sparkle with rage.

Its really troubling for Furaiken and the other guards again to stand down by the order of the king as the women starts to aggravate the king some more. Furaiken grip tighter to his rifle when Feyja again gave a harsh tone against Resipoz.
"Whats her problem?" He whispered to the guard next to him in a lower voice as possible. So not to be heard by Resipoz and Feyja as they argue.
The guard replied with a shrug. "Beats me. Maybe she is racist toward us."

Resipoz sneers out of disgust, whether it be for her tone, or the fact that his life was previously in danger. "You supply mediocre security and point your fingers at me? Do you think I'm some fool who'd risk war with spies, spies that aren't even of my race? I have been insulted time and time again as your guest, and it's beginning to annoy me. I don't know a damn thing, so I suggest you stop blindly blaming others and do some actual investigating."

Feyja's charm turns on. She reaches out and smoothes and softens Resipoz's aura, smiling at him. "Forgive me for my rash words, they were inspired by fear and stress. Surely you understand the demands of ruling a kingdom. And your kingdom has been peaceful for so long under your judicious rule." Harmless flattery never failed. "Things are just so rough...and now we are spied on! Resipoz, most loyal and close ally, who would do this? Who would betray our trust so?" She catches Resipoz's eye, holds him enthralled in her unbreakable gaze as her aura plays and persuases his.

(OK were going to be moving along pretty soon so wrap it up in the castle fairly quickly.)

".... Interesting....." After walking for a long while in darkness he could be seen sitting in a chair surrounded by televisions and keyboards. Two doors were on either side of him and a headset layed firmly on his slicked black hair. A red glow gleamed and filled the room casting a shadow on Cozen's eyes. He quickly clicked at the keyboard and said a few words. The screens blinked and confirmed the password.

"Now lets see whats going on in the castle.... see if they actually listened to me..... COMPUTER.... Castle Now!... Request accepted..."

He leans back in the chair and chuckles a bit. Different colors flashing on his face from the giant screens which give off a low light buzzing sound from the gears and fans moving within them. Finally the screen blinked once more and hundreds of windows pop up on the screens. Guards, soldiers, hallways, table, chairs.... everything could be seen.

"What is Feyja doing?..... she better no-- What the hell?...."

He quickly jumps out of his sit to get a closer look at one of the screens. His eyes widen a bit and quickly starts typing. The window that he was currently looking at takes up the whole screen and begins to zoom in. A picture of outside of the castle could be seen and out on the horizon something was flickering. Soon after it had disappeared.

"...Im gonna have to look into this.... but right now.... COMPUTER.... Camera-Feyja NOW!"

Normally Resipoz would of remained harsh and cold, but something about her eyes that he couldn't place, something intoxicating that silently took hold. "...I speak the truth when I say I don't know anything about it. I can't think of an enemy who'd be so bold..."

A sad looks appears in her fruity green eyes that seems to enhance her beauty. She sighs softly, whimsically. "I had hoped...with our close alligeance, our countries would be at peace. I am not a woman of war. I do not treasure seeing my husband ride into battle, knowing I may never see him again. Yet it seems to bring more turmoil to our lands. Our races need...something to unify over. Resipoz, you need to step down. Let Cozen rule over both our countries, for then they shall be unified! No more wars, no more lost sons and husbands. You will, of course, still be in a high place of power...I can assure of that..." Her aura smoothes and smothers his as she uses all of her ability to try and coax the Cleyvex into the idea.

Kentad wandered to the castle's gates, aware of some heightened urgency in the castle, but not overly caring. He'd left when Cozen had ordered the others out, not particulary caring for any further 'political banter'. If Kentad had ever felt the need to give his opinion, he'd have politely inferred that the King may be a little... unstable but he was sure that Cozen was a fine man once you'd got to know him.
He was a soldier first and foremost, and the present seditious atmosphere was unsettling him some what. Not the rebellions per se, but rather the fact that he and his Cley counterpart were ordered to crush the rebel cells. Even as a man who'd been fighting for centuries, this struck him as fundamentally the wrong way to go about it. But, again, politics wasn't his thing. If the King wanted pointless bloodshed to continue, so be it.

To this Feyja's influence breaks, and she is met with narrowed eyes. "How dare you try to justify stripping me of power with the salvation of lives. The Cleyvex will not be ruled by another race, one hardly grown at that. Don't insult me with such an idea again."