Xardius nodded. "We're going to eat our pancakes and then look around town. I don't expect to find anything." He shrugged, and began digging into the pancakes. OOC: Do you want to continue with Ravakov? Or shall we just eat our pancakes and then move on?
OOC: Oh, whoops, gotta go. I'll be back in approximately an hour. EDIT: I know, I know. I dumped everyone. Sorry. But I looked at the clock, and was like, yikes! So, anyway, I'm back.
Xardius came out of the kitchen with a plate full of pancakes. "Here," he said, setting the pancakes down. "Breakfast. I'll go get more plates." *** Tera Roth and Highwind's ship was pretty much unnoticed. But Ravakov's...wasn't. So they were able to follow it undetected. Yippee. Highwind sighed and rubbed his temples. Tera Roth laughed.
"Dark Atlantica sucks," Tera Roth groaned. "Ravakov's always sitting up in his stupid lab, and never kills anyone." "And that's bad!?" Highwind asked incredulously. "It means I can't kill him," Tera Roth said, smiling. Above statements commenced. The two Guardians exchanged glances, and moved out.
OOC: First day turns to first night.
OOC: Just a little mishap...
OOC: Thanks Nulix. OK, I promised to tell you guys what happened upstairs. But after this, we have to go to "bed." And wake up. Because it's been three days and we've haven't even gotten through the first day... BIC: "So what's the deal with your friends?" the hostess asked, unlocking his door. "We just had a good friend die," Xardius said after a moment, unsure of how much to tell her. The hostess gasped and looked stricken. "Oh, I'm sorry..." Xardius shook his head. "Meaningless apologies don't help anyone here. Tell me, how can I find the woman who's looking for me?" "Well, she looks like me," the hostess said, flicking her honey-brown hair. "Actually, if you hadn't noticed, all the girls do." "What?" Xardius asked, confused. "We were made to emulate her," the hostess said. "I was hoping you'd recognized me, so I could tell you she was looking for you, but you didn't." "Created?" Xardius asked, stunned. "Oh, well, not like that," the hostess said, laughing a little. "Avalanche has pretty advanced technology and Iceburg is the result. The head government is researching something, and for that, they needed similar people. So they gave us all a bit of one baby's cells, and formed us into slightly different people." "Weird..." Xardius said, confused again. "We're not the same," the hostess said. "But why? Let me..." Xardius reached a hand out and touched her. Instantly, he recognized the power inside her. "They're breeding an army, of course," Xardius growled. "You would have her power." "Whose?" the hostess asked, her brow furrowing. "Army?" "The woman whose cells reside in you is the woman who is undoubtedly looking for me, because I knew her nearly three hundred years ago." The hostess blinked. "What?" Xardius nodded. "The mystery deepens. Something is going on here that shouldn't be. I'll liberate you." He walked into his room and shut the door, leaving the hostess confused and pensive at the same time as she walked back down the stairs.
OOC: End of semester, weekend, and I'm so ready for it.
OOC: Vamping as in taking needed material from him, not vampire. It was an analogy... BIC: Xardius shrugged. "Well, I suppose we know there is one Brotherhood member here." He leaned close. "But that doesn't rule out Sybille. She could be a member not known about, or the person wanted to deny it, so we'd trust her more. We should be careful. I'm going to bed. You guys should too." He got the keys from the hostess, who walked up the stairs. Fifteen minutes later, she still hadn't come downstairs. When she did, she looked pensive and a little apprehensive. OOC: Tomorrow, what happened during those fifteen minutes. I'm heading out tonight as well.
"Ravakov is no longer Brotherhood," Scourge said. "Tell him so. Break it to him...the hard way." OOC: Scourge doesn't like vampers, XD. "She's not Brotherhood!" Marlene yelled, stomping her feet. "I'm Brotherhood! Me! Ha! And I didn't do it! Ha!" She stopped dancing, and started flushing. "They...er, probably heard that. I'd better leave." Grabbing her coat, she jumped out the window, clambered onto the roof, and ran like she meant it. *** Xardius was staring at the ceiling. "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?"
Xardius' eyes were boring into Sybille like twin anvils of fire, but didn't expect her to notice. *** Scourge set the phone down. "Take care of it, please. But don't die. I need you to finish our project. Plus, you're a good person, and I'd hate to see you as another casualty in this war." He smiled softly, then walked out of the room.
About this time, her phone rang. Jumping, cracking her head on the bed above her, falling out of bed, and picking up the phone, Marlene Stewart rubbed her head and asked, "Hello?" "Orders in," Scourge said. "Are they there yet?" "They're here, but there's this weird girl here who says Bellatrix is dead," Marlene said, frowning prettily, though Scourge couldn't see. There was a pause. "Is it true?" "Of course not," Marlene snapped. "Well, I don't think so. But it doesn't matter. Xardius doesn't seem convinced." "Keep a low profile," Scourge said. "I'll keep in touch. Eclipse should be there soon." "Right, right," Marlene said. "I have three days right?" "That's right," Scourge said with a touch of amusement. "Three days."
Xardius went back to the hostess, ignoring the others. "Sorry, you were saying," he said, leaning back down. "Oh, your friend's food is ready, but that's not what I was going to say," the hostess said, handing him a plate. Xardius handed it to Nulix, then returned. "There was someone who said that if a man named Darius Lionheart, tall, red-haired, handsome," she smiled again. "Anyway, if this Darius came through here, we'd notify them and give him whatever he wanted." "Someone called me tall, red-haired, and handsome, and you assumed it was me," Xardius asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's not very descriptive." "Actually, she gave me a picture," the hostess laughed. Xardius rolled his eyes, and walked back to the others. She, hmm?
Xardius rolled her eyes. "Sybille. The girl downstairs. I did mention that but you were probably overcome with grief. Now start crying, or screaming, or something, because we're running out of air in here." He dropped the air bubble, and walked past Nulix.
OOC: OK, my computer stopped fuzzing out and decided to live for a while longer. BIC: Xardius held up a hand, and moved forward down the hall a bit. He shrugged, and turned back to Nulix, doing the same air bubble he did before with Xane. "Three days," Xardius said. "That was the limit. More like two days actually, considering. I sent a message out. Within half an hour of sending the message out for everybody to regroup, Sybille showed up and told us Bellatrix was dead. What no one knows is that I'm connected to every single one of you through a small conduit of my power that I leave attached to your souls." He shrugged. "Through that, I can tell your general welfare and your location. I know for example, that you were severely injured by a bomb while in the Sora System, undoubtedly during the riots against Lexx that you started. Bellatrix is roughly that way," he said, pointing down, back and to the right. "She's bruised but not severely hurt. I'm giving her three days to bust out of wherever she is before we go get her." "So no, she's not dead, but I said that in case Sybille was listening," Xardius shrugged again. "So act shocked, heartbroken, and maybe shed a tear or two until we can figure out what's wrong with this planet. Because something is going on." OOC: Xardius' cell phone gives him world news. And video.
"Nulix, Bellatrix is dead," Xardius said. "Oh, whoops. Sorry. I meant to break it to you a little...ah, it doesn't really matter now does it. Get the story from Sybille if you want. The girl at the table. I just kind of felt...something weird for a second..."
OOC: Problems with computer = ... BIC: Xardius took a step back, to give Nulix some room. "You hungry? This place has pretty good food, actually. But, buddy, I got some bad news...But maybe we'll wait until later, huh? Have a seat. I'll get some food." Xardius walked back up to the hostess who smiled at him and nodded, gesturing at a waiter, who ducked into the kitchen. She leaned close. "Listen, you're Darius Lionheart, right?" the hostess whispered, the smile still on her face. Xardius was rather surprised when he realized that it wasn't fake. "Yes, that's me," he said. "Who's asking?" The hostess laughed. "I am, of course! But, I'm asking because..." Xardius' eyes widened and he turned quickly, staring upwards at the ceiling, near the entrance of the door. "Hold that thought," he said quietly, and walked up the nearby stairs.
OOC: OK, I'll be a little more online then. You two were really the ones I was waiting for anyway. BIC: Xardius pushed more potatoes in his mouth, then stood and turned...
OOC: I'm back. Even if I'm offline, stick around for a few minutes, and I'll show back up. Got nothing better to do while I do my final bit of homework for the semester... FYI, Xardius is waiting for Xane's reply, and all the other characters are on standby until this plot is finished, so don't expect much out of me. I want to do something here, but I won't be able to until we're all back together again.
OOC: See ya Hidden. And my extensive edit on the last post should clear any confusion between posts. :) Actually, I'm "compiling" homework right now. It's kind of annoying, because it's spread out everywhere...
