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Tomer listened to the question, and followed up with an answer he know would be right " I would ask him would taking a life be worth it? Make him think instead of actions and remind him that his action would only led him to pain "tomer said to the fox as he rested " action to save the child would make him act on gut and emotion to act which they regret for the rest of his life and reminding him that there's always a better way.... however " tomer said as he fixed his robes " if the man has thought this out and had planned and wanted to kill as part of his nature which by the time i asked it maybe already too late. Then there nothing I can do except ask him to take my life instead , to switch his target to me which then once he has. I can act to defend myself . With the hopes of ending it swiftly without any more damage "
Tomer sighted "violence forgets violence as anyone can fall so far from actions alone. A man who acts but does not think is not to blame as they are driven by fear and emotion , things that can't be controlled without a clear mind , a man who thinks not acts is driven by logic and will be careful but are too careful to fully live life ...... a man who is driven by both who is able to balance his emotions and his mind will always be a true man to himself and everyone around him" he added as he waited for the fox to see if he agreed with the given answer
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 8, 2017 6:58:39 GMT
“You’d be willing to give your life in the child’s place?” he asked again, for clarification, even though he was sure he had understood what the man said. “How very noble of you,” he added a moment later. Nodding to himself, Lasair decided that this man would be an interesting addition to the guild, provided that he could find his way to the headquarters. He hadn’t gotten perfect confirmation that the man was actually an ander, but there were spells in place to protect the building in case he were human.
Pointing to the side, he spoke up again. “One hundred paces that way. Then turn left. You may see a building; wait outside there. If you can’t find it, you might as well go home…if you can.” Chuckling to himself, the man in the fox mask turned and disappeared into the trees, heading out to roam the forest once more.
Tomer listened as the fox commicated the location of another place , was this another trial? he didnt get the chance to ask the fox as it ran off somewhere , tomer sighed "well looks like its onwards into the unknown " he said as he closed his eyes and started to count his steps as he kept an open mind, he didn't need to trust his eyes for this if the man was telling the truth , he only needed to keep his ears open and take notice to every sound around him. by the 50th step he could he the wind blowing as he stopped to check around him for a minute before continuing , at a 100 he turned left and moved forward another 100 steps . if he hit something , then he would open his eyes , if not he would open eyes anyway
Post by Thomas "Tomcat" Thompson on Feb 8, 2017 20:48:16 GMT
Rumors were only rumors, but Tom had spent enough time in the shadows to know that whispers often held subtle truths abreast the falsehoods. It almost sounded like the ghastly rituals written of spirits and hauntings - how to lure the creatures out, step by step. Time, eight o'clock, evening. Where, 100 yards exactly within the forests of the border. How, unarmed, and on your own. Luckily, unarmed and alone was the only way Tom came packaged. And luckily, if the rumors were only dedicated lies by thieves or killers... Well... He was a better at both these pasttimes unarmed than most were with a weapon at their side. At least, that's what he believed. It was habit for him to keep beneath the cool darkness the trees cast when entering the forest, but the cold, winter moths dragged nighttime further into the hours of day, creating a canvas of shadow in which Tom could easily blend. He breathed a puff of heat onto his palms as he held them to his face, the warmth condensing and slipping out between his fingers, twirling like smoke through the air, before shoving his hands back into his pockets, his shoulders lax, but his stance, held with strength. His abrupt stop was silent, as was the movement prior, even with the scattered gravel and fallen sticks underfoot. This was it. 100 yards. The tree nearest to him proved to be the perfect post in which to lean, and he produced a half a loaf of bread from his pocket as he rested against the bark, pulling at the soft, fluffy flesh of his dinner and popping the piece he had tore into his mouth. His eyebrows were raised high and his good eye shined with confidence, a bit of a smile having been tugging at his lips throughout the span of the hike.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 8, 2017 21:58:37 GMT
Lasair hadn’t noticed the second person wander into the woods right away. Perhaps that was because of his stealth, or perhaps it was because the fox man was still wrapped up in contemplation over the monk he had just given permission to find the guild. Either way, he heard the faint motion of fabric moving against skin; the sound of breathing too. Upon looking for the source, he found a single glowing eye shining in the distance. Feline ander.
Readjusting the hood and mask, he stepped forward to greet the stranger. It wasn’t the first time he had found someone snacking, but that would have to come to an end for now. “Stand up straight,” he instructed. “Feet apart, arms out, palms up.” Stepping forward to give the stranger a pat down, he hardly glanced at the missing eye from his face.
Finding no weapons on the man, he stepped back and regarded him with a flat face. “Who are you, why are you here.” The phrases sounded more like statements than questions.
Post by Thomas "Tomcat" Thompson on Feb 8, 2017 22:32:10 GMT
Tom's gaze slid to the side as a gold mask glistened nearby, coming ever closer. He raised an eyebrow and took another piece of bread between his fingers, popping it into his mouth. Well the rumors meant something, at least. What that something was, he was sure he'd find out soon. "Well, wasn't expecting a man in an mask. It looks nice though, it looks nice-" He started to say, but was cut off as the man approached, instructing him to hold his arms out, beginning to pat him down abruptly, giving him no choice but to obey the commands. It took all of his restraint not to instinctively grab the man's wrist as he touched him. "Aye, brother, you're not planning to stab me and rob me blind, are ya?" His grin grew wider as he teased, but there was, of course that possibility. A sigh escaped his lips, bringing the smokey tendrils to flutter through the air once again, as the patting-down stopped, and he regained his position, leaning against the tree. He slipped the bread into his pocket, as it seemed there would be no more time to eat until the situation dispersed. He gestured with one glove-less hand as he spoke, the other tucked away in his pocket. "Ah, but in typical introductions, names are exchanged, not given. I suppose I have no choice in the matter this time around, but I'd love to learn yours sometime." He snickered softly and shifted the weight from one foot to the other, then gave a two-fingered salute-like gesture, "Name's Tomcat." Pausing, he furrowed his brow in mock concern, and pursed his lips, "Now, you ask me why I'm here. The answer really depends on what yours would be to that same question. Aye, brother - if you are who whispers say you are, then you know why I'm here anyway, of course." He didn't seem to be looking at the man at all, at this moment, concentrating instead on readjusting his wrist strap, his eyebrows still slightly furrowed.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 9, 2017 6:37:46 GMT
The fox man listened carefully, taking in the man’s body language and tone. He seemed annoyed, but also a bit broken; beaten so to say. He had this air about him that said he was ready to accept whatever the fate right now may be. That kind of attitude only came from loss; Lasair knew that personally.
“I am here to approach wanderers and ask them who they are and why they’ve come.” He couldn’t resist letting his face curl up into a slight smile as he said as much. “However there is a good chance that you’ve heard rumors of a group of ander rebels. Nameless to the public, a myth to many, but the EIRAL swears they exist and would like to apprehend them. How do you feel about such a group?” He refrained from asking if mister Tomcat would like to join such a group, but perhaps the question was implied.
Post by Thomas "Tomcat" Thompson on Feb 9, 2017 7:08:03 GMT
Tom smirked knowingly. "Aye, if such a group did exist, I'd be in support of them. " He stood up straight again, confident. "In fact, I'd even say there is a high chance I'd want to join them. I have no fondness for the EIRAL. And I have no fondness for the current treatment of anderswelter - although, I'm sure that anybody who has mage blood running through their veins can attest to these horrible conditions." He paused, leaning back on one foot, the other resting on its heel. "Ah, tsk tsk," Tom continued, wagging a finger, scolding himself, "I've said too much, already. Who knows, you could be in leage with EIRAL itself." With that, he looked the masked-man down with a grin -almost sinister, but one that showed that he knew that EIRAL was not present in this interaction.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 9, 2017 7:20:26 GMT
Smirking now, the recruiter tilted his head as he looked to the man, deep blue eyes shining through his fox façade. “What could you even offer to such a group? And that’s assuming they even have positions available. You’re not the only one looking for a way to make a difference. By the way, do you fair well under pressure?” As soon as the words left the man’s mouth, magic laced forward and found anchor in Tom’s eye. Deceit magic, this time specialized to invoke a feeling of pressure weighing down on the feline. Mostly from above, but perhaps he would feel it from all side. The mind could interpret it differently than the intended cast, but he was certain it wouldn’t be a pleasant feeling for the wondering tomcat.
Post by Thomas "Tomcat" Thompson on Feb 9, 2017 7:49:52 GMT
"Ah, these are fair points - but any such group would be strengthened by a large amount if they were add me to their ranks. My strengths lay mainly in stealth and quick, precise atta-" And that's when it hit him, as if the ocean itself grew around him, and he was stuck in the depths. Tom gasped for air, an instinct, and fell to his knees, on all fours. After a few moments, he pulled himself up, if only by a little bit, and regained a small amount of his balance. He snickered, but was wincing. It was clear he was in pain. The bastard. Adrenaline surged and he tried - and failed, for the most part, to get back on his feet as his mind spun. His claws dug into the dirt as his own magic began surging from his palms. He couldn't use it here. What else could he do but continue? "I'm - a thief. Professional - I'm the best - there is. Never been caught once. Never been seen." a sputter left his lips, a cough, as the world of pressure suppressed his voice. He looked up, caught the masked man in his gaze, looked him straight in the eye. "Got magic too. - Deceit, for a matter of fact." This bastard. Leaving him so vulnerable like this. Bastard. Damned bastard. Tomcat's grin remained, although it was a struggle to keep it up, but his eye swirled with resentment, disdain. "How's that - for you, brother?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 9, 2017 8:02:52 GMT
The fox man merely stood there as Tom fell to the ground, yet still fought to speak his piece. The determination was admirable. And the points he made were intriguing. Thievery was usually reserved for the rogues; perhaps the CAEsALs too (they already had to sneak for killing anyhow). But someone of that talent could prove to be quite valuable to MI. Yes, if he passed through the wards around MI, Lasair would be pleased to welcome him.
As he looked up at the fox, the fox turned, careful to avoid eye contact now. “Impressive,” he commented idly, estimating in his head how much longer the effects would last. It shouldn’t be much longer, in fact, Tom should be feline-fine, ahem, feeling fine about now.
“If you’re still adamant to chase after this mysterious group, then pick yourself up and head that way through the woods.” He chuckled lightly as he gestured which way to go. “Head about fifty paces, then turn left. You might see a big building. If you do, wait outside. But be warned.” He paused, making sure to draw his attention. “If you can’t find it, you’ll never be one of us.” And with that, the fox faded back into the trees, the gold mask glowing faintly until it, too, faded from view.
Post by Thomas "Tomcat" Thompson on Feb 9, 2017 18:03:33 GMT
Tom felt release as the spell dissipated, and he gasped for air, as if he had been holding his breath for a long time. Damned bastard. He brought himself to his feet, breathing heavily, and with a wince, spun around in the direction in which the fox man had disappeared, where he proceeded to do finger guns and clicked with the side of his mouth. "Got it!" His smile faded as he turned in the direction he had been instructed to go, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I guess this is it, then," he said, coming upon a large building in about the area the bastard had described. He raised an eyebrow as he looked it over. It didn't seem nearly as impressive as he thought it would be - but there was a sort of magic behind it. Something he appreciated greatly.
Tomer had bumped into something as he opened his eyes , it was a house alreight as he tapped it with his staff " this must be the place?" He said as he walked around to the front of the house , the building looked old but well maintained as tomer only guessed at if it was a half way house or was it their main place of work?. He stabbed his staff into the ground , sat down and crossed his legs as he started to madiate as he waited , keeping his mind clear incase anyone came.
Post by Thomas "Tomcat" Thompson on Feb 10, 2017 16:52:15 GMT
Tom saw a splash of bright colors from the corner of his eye, and looked to see a man sitting near the building, dressed in robes, a staff in hand. Well well, this was interesting. Likely another recruit, but there was only one way to be sure... He walked closer, wearing a grin, and called out, "Oi, brother! What're you doing all the way out here, huh?"
He hadn’t intended to come back. At least, not so soon. Cracking his shoulder slightly, Sayvahn sighed as he entered the forest, making sure to avoid the area where was bound to be. It was about the right time for the recruitment to start, and probably, the best time for him to go inside and sneak out with much fuss. Or, it would have been, if it wasn’t for the fact that there were already people waiting out front. Cursing lightly, Sayvahn wondered if it was better to turn back— he really didn’t need what he had come for— a simple book he had left behind (a sketchbook of sorts). Though, it was better to not let it lie, lest the others find it. So, with head down, Sayvahn quickly rushed forward, trying to ignore the two as he headed toward the building.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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