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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 13:05:56 GMT -5
...something's not right here. You screamed, I begged. What's that you said? Your clouded head's telling you lies now, You hear my voice, you make some noise, You stole my choice, it's over." ~ Something's Not Right Here- One Republic
The thief's eyes narrowed as he stared into the darkness of the beginning of one of Tia's tunnels. The whole place was a maze (or so he'd heard) and was bound to muck up his abilities if he needed them. After all there was only so much he could do in cramped spaces. He prayed she at least made the ceilings high.
And then there was Thanthero. Tyvra heaved a sigh just thinking about his old friend. Why was it that when Charon sent him on a mission these days it always had to be something that would certainly end unpleasantly? The old bastard loved torment.
Then again this wasn't exactly official mission-wise. He smirked- a gesture that was unnaturally changed by his exposed jawbone. The skin around it had long since contorted and left the bone bleached by the sun. The mark of Charon of course was the most noticeable part. And that's what he needed to talk to Thanthero about.
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Post by Venus on Jun 18, 2011 13:24:12 GMT -5
Deep in the bowels of the Earth, Tiamat was weaving magic. The dragoness moved fluidly along the expansive walls of shelving; the crowds of scrolls rustled in a manner reminiscent of excited children as she passed. Claws crooked, she gathered a few sealed spells and left them to float along in her wake, tail plume drifting easily through the dust-free air. She'd never been more grateful for that cleaning spell in her long, long life.
The warmth of her weaving room was infectious, sinking deep into her skin and leaving her comfortable, humming quietly beneath her breath.
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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 13:30:15 GMT -5
He sneaked forward, taking the risk. His purple body lowered close to the ground and he made his way into the tunnel. Tyvra cursed under his breath when his collar jingled. He paused and with a hissing breath muttered some crude spell to silence the metal hiding in its pouches. The last thing he needed was for Thanthero to think he was losing his touch.
Tyvra's mind was racing. For all the time and effort he invested in trying to dull down his senses to simple reactions he still never got it down right. He had no choice. Charon's exact words had been "if you think you can then I dare you to try" accompanied by that venomous cobra smile of his. But would he really be able to steal a spell from under Tia's nose? Or rather more importantly- because he was sure the assassin would be around- Thanthero's?
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Post by Venus on Jun 18, 2011 13:51:06 GMT -5
Tia paused in mid-reach, eyes swinging towards the entrance of her workroom and the tunnel leading upwards towards the surface. The air seemed to shudder as the security spells registered movement and reported back to their caster. Wary, Tia padded slowly into the tunnel. She was deep below the ground, nearly in the heart of the labyrinthine tunnel system. Any potential intruder had to be on the edges... or she could be wrong.
Eyes narrowing, Tia decided to take a risk. The seeker spell was the work of a thought, its incantation so ingrained by now that there was no need to speak it. Wisps of magic materialised, disappearing along the various different tunnel passages.
Tia sat back and waited. Hopefully the seeker magic would be more efficient than activating the entire magic array which comprised her security system; after all, if it was a friend, there was no need to overreact.
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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 14:01:05 GMT -5
Unfortunately the thief wasn't so thorough with his use of magic. He knew there was bound to be some kind of security but he didn't know how to override it. He was more of a 'fight in, grab the goods, fight out' kind of guy.
A little effort didn't hurt though. He diverted a little of his silencing spell's energy and wrapped it around himself. Hopefully it would at least blur his presence to confuse anyone trying to find him.
"Oi ye just had to make things difficult didn't ye?" he mumbled.
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Post by Venus on Jun 18, 2011 14:08:31 GMT -5
Tia felt one of her seeker spells ping; but the response was muffled, almost as if it had hit a clump of earth instead of a potential intruder. Raising her head slightly, she sent a silent apology to Thanthero as she grasped for her own modified version of his transportation spell. The dragoness shifted from the tunnel outside her workroom in a bloom of sea-green light, reappearing in one of the lesser used corridors nearer the surface.
Immediately on guard, Tia extended her senses and waited.
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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 14:13:31 GMT -5
Meanwhile Tyvra continued to sneak his way along the tunnel until he found a wider room. He looked from option to option. The place really was a maze. Just great. He suppressed the urge to groan and opted for a quick landmark instead. He reached into one of his pouches, drew out a long, silver throwing needle, and drove it into the earth. At least now he had something to tell him where to backtrack if need-be.
Having no idea where the spells were kept held many disadvantages... so he chose the tunnel on the left and started downward. Or rather what he hoped was downward considering he was lost by this point.
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Post by Venus on Jun 18, 2011 14:21:57 GMT -5
Tia's eyes snapped open as she felt something foreign disrupting the natural field of magic which had saturated her home over the course of many years. Darting along the tunnel and through one of the side chambers, she moved quickly towards the source of the object.
Calling up magic to freeze and lock and leaving it to sit on her clawtips and in her fur, she stepped out into the tunnel a few metres ahead of Tyvra. The spell obscuring his presence caught her for a moment, but her spell-sight eventually saw through it. One eye-ridge raised itself as she spoke, tone mild.
"And who would you be, hmm? You should know that it's rude not to knock."
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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 14:26:46 GMT -5
Tyvra stopped in his tracks. His face went from calm to an expression of some one who'd gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He recovered fairly fast though. "None of yer business," he shot back with a cold tone.
Damn my luck... Should've known ye'd be caught sooner or later. I was expecting Thanthero before her though. he thought.
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Post by Venus on Jun 18, 2011 14:32:33 GMT -5
Tiamat snorted, upping the power behind the spells enough to make them crackle quietly.
"I believe it is certainly my business when you sneak into my home without an invitation. Especially since I wasn't expecting any guests; now, what do you want? Why are you here?" The dragoness hummed, eyes drifting over the thief and taking in his apparatus - and the mark of Charon. Her relaxed demeanour dropped, immediately becoming serious.
"And what business does death's ferryman have with little old me?"
'Than, you said you'd taken that guy down... that you had an 'arrangement'. What's he up to?'
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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 14:40:34 GMT -5
Tyvra snarled. Of course she had to be observant and notice that damned mark. Good thing all he had to do was get a simple spell scroll and Charon would be forced to come through with a promise to remove it. Either that or he'd default to his secondary plan and quite unofficially get Thanthero to do it.
"Trust me Tiamat, it really isn't. Yer better off not knowing." He paused and his gaze slipped to the tunnel behind her. "Now stand aside and let me continue with my job."
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Post by Venus on Jun 18, 2011 14:46:00 GMT -5
Tiamat's other eye-ridge joined the first as she regarded Tyvra, the few moments of silence dropping like stones.
"You clearly haven't heard much about me if you expect me to stand aside so easily when you refuse to reveal your intentions and wear the mark of an agent of Charon." Her eyes flickered to a dark teal, curls of her aura unfurling from her skin until the tunnel began to fill with the unnerving power of the shamaness, shimmering in shades of blue and purple.
"Now then. Either you give me some information, or you find out exactly why it's not a good idea to trifle with someone as old as I."
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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 14:56:54 GMT -5
Things were starting to get bad. He didn't need his thief instincts to tell him that. His scales started to prickle from her magical energy. Gods he hated magic when it started to build up like that. It was enough to make him sick just like when he and Thanthero used to teleport around for missions. He'd take flying any day.
"I'm sorry but I can't." He insisted. He tried to keep his voice level. Emotionless. Potentially intimidating.
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Post by Venus on Jun 18, 2011 15:04:24 GMT -5
Tia settled back on her heels, not bothering to check the magical energy swarming in the tunnel, now almost seeping out into the adjoining corridors.
"Why not... because of Charon? Highly likely. And as you don't appear to be an assassin or mercenary - don't have the same presence as the ones I've met, anyway, plus you aren't in a group - I'd take a guess that you're here either to spy or steal, potentially both. If you were spying, you would've done your job and been off by now... so thievery is probably your game. And what's worth stealing in this little home of mine aside from magical objects? So, what are you after?"
She tilted her head, considering Tyvra.
"Did you ever consider that you could just ask? If it's for the right reasons, I'm sure there would be something I could do to help. After all, you must've been quite desperate to even consider breaking in here."
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Post by Fury on Jun 18, 2011 15:07:22 GMT -5
It took most of his effort not to start scratching at his scales, particularly those around his neck where his collar rubbed. The magic agitated it. He growled. "If it was so easy as just asking I probably would've by now."
He paused and reached into his pouch, grabbing another needle. This one he tossed casually at her. If it hit at least it'd prove a decent distraction.
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