14:55:26 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter had spent the night in his own apartment. But his mind was still a sea of chaos, uncertainty, and disgust. He was angry at The Ash and The Morrigan both. Angry at the Fae. At the stupid Veil. At everything that embodied the Fae. As he had awakened--he ate a bowl of birdseed (Yes, birdseed. He thought it was good eating! Plus it reminded him of the Roadrunner Cartoons), and drank a bottle of water and was now outside. He was in a more secluded section of the Apartment complex. Standing up on a higher level on a concrete floor, with his arms folded over the railing overlooking the city. He didn't care if people saw him--stared, glared or whatever. He was presently fed up living a lie with everyone he lived with. He knew the Morrigan was going to likely come after him for some answers, or the Ash was; at this point, he didn't care. Let come what may. He was ready for it. He wore no clothing--but he was wearing Penance's courage amulet, and her daggers were in holsters that he wore around his left thigh.

15:12:41 Delaney chose to go with Galen. It just felt like it was the right thing to do today. Though the jovial Succubus seemed almost oblivious of the previous nights events including the attack on her person. There was definitely something odd about her and yet it was pleasant in a manner, a welcome change. She appeared to be more agreeable to things Galen said and suggested, though if not a little irksome in her questions as they moved quietly through the City. “So, how is it you chose the dark side? If you didn’t want to be Light - could you not have chosen Neutral, like me?” Pause. “I mean, the Ash is your Father - he seems like someone I’d prefer to be around that The Morrigan.” paused. “The Morrigan did try to kill me, but soon enough it’ll be over. I’m going to fight her. Put an end to all of this.” Perhaps she hadn’t forgotten, but her actions were quite different than the previous occasions. “But there are certain weapons I need in order to win. Four of them.” She stopped, reaching a hand toward Galen, aiming to -15:13:24 [Delaney] aiming to take his wrist. “Will you help me Galen?” Delaney’s sultry hues rose to meet the man’s as her fingers would tighten around his arm, affectionately. “Please? And no, I’m not using my powers on you right now. This is legitimate. I know what I have to do. I dreamt about it last night. Now, I just need to put it all together and you’re suppose to help me. You and others. Others who want to help put a stop to all of this. Help me find the Four of 13. Have you heard of those before?” It would seem that during the night, in her waking dreams, the Succubus had had an epiphany - though the details still remained sketchy at best. "Where are we going, anyhow?" cocked brow..

15:15:45 [NPCs] The Ash did indeed with to speak with Peter and a messenger would be sent - typically Mortin or one of the others who would approach the Bird’s apartment. He wasn’t exactly difficult to find. Then again, The Ash had an eye on most, without actually being there. Foresight was often under appreciated. The messenger would say to meet at Trinity Manor, in two hours. There wasn’t an option to say no. So far, there was no word from the Morrigan on matters both yesterday and previously.

15:17:22 [Penance] If Peter could see Penance from where he stood, which would be at the Park, she was there virtually by herself. The jogging suit was gone, and she wore a long sleeved black gothic style t-shirt, with some baggy brown cargo pants, and boots. The woman had her hook swords out and was doing a meditation dance of sorts with her blades. An invisible foe was getting parried with her hook swords. The dance was pretty in a way- but anybody close to her would have quite a problem. For a human, she moved like she was enhanced, and truthfully she was. Something called Nanites were in her blood stream. Had she not over exerted herself over the last couple of days, Rath might of had a problem! The blade dance she did was faintly elfin, but not many of the Fae were around to remember some of those ways, let alone the people of Boston. Sweat trickled off of her and she decided to play a game with it- and slice it before it would hit the ground using her left side before going into a roll- that would of taken the legs off of15:19:03 [Penance] of a man and disembowled another on the way back up to her feet. There were areas where she could be working on being more graceful, but she was working with what some called an obsolete weapon as it was already. Finally she paused for a breather.

15:28:05 [Peter_Xarhilm] Typically a normal person couldn't see Penance from where Peter stood and observed--but the phoenix's eyesight was on par with an eagle, so he could see for miles and with pinpoint clarity. So his beak was brought upwards in a pleasant smile as he watches Penance training in the park--however, the sounds of a pick-up truck pulling up--the door slamming and then footsteps coming up drew the bird's attention away as he glances over his shoulder. Expecting to see a person coming up the stairs. But instead he saw Mortin there. As the goblin walked up to him the phoenix blinked, "Mortin? What are you doing here?" Mortin shook his head, "Times are really bad when you're being used as a messenger--imagine that, ME! Mortin the Best Dealer in Used Arms and Armor everywhere in exports AND imports, being used as a simple messenger. Pfah! The indignity of it all. Anyway, here's the message." he reached into his pouches and withdrew a cheese sandwich. He blinked at it and grinned and put that one away, "Whoops! Wrong15:28:12 [Peter_Xarhilm] pouch." he now produced an envelope that seemed to 'glow' with a white light and handed it to Peter who took it into his clawed hand and glances at it and nods to Mortin, "Thanks. I gave the amulet you sold me to that human woman who was being harassed by an incubus." Mortin blinked and then he smiled and nodded. Patting Peter on the side, "I know why. And I understand. I gotta get back to my shop before Bruno thinks the grenades are gumdrops. See you around, Peter!" Peter nodded to the goblin as he wobbled off and then glances at the envelope. He sliced it open similar to the one The Lady Dark had given him and pulled out the letter and read it. He sighed and ignited both into flames in his hands turning it to ash (how ironic), "Of course. Everyone needs answers. Everyone always wants SOMETHING from us 'little folk'." he growled with exasperation. He wasn't certain if he was going to go or not--as he was still angry at his own people for all the deception and lies they did. He heard the truck pulling out and
15:28:19 [Peter_Xarhilm] driving off as he glances back down at Penance--looking with admiration. ~Heaven help me...I think I've fallen for an Angel.~ He smiled as he watches the woman train--a dance of blades that he found oddly attractive.


15:31:06 Galen had to get away from the Cork and it's influential music as well as find a place that would be safe, however, he didn't think he would be leaving with Delaney. Maybe he should have insisted on leaving her back at the Cork, it was neutral and she'd be safe there, then again, was anywhere really safe anymore? For as many answers as she wanted, he ad his own but right now they were moving through the streets, his eyes constantly moving to judge everyone who dared walk by them. As she began to speak, he turned his head to look over his shoulder. "I guess you could say it chose me. I've always had a dark streak inside of me and by the time I was ready to pledge to one side or the other, the Dark already within me was much more than the light. Ironic, I know, considering who my Father is." And that was the other thing, his Father had helped him last night, the others too and somehow he'd been healed and now he found he had a stronger bond with his Father than he ever had before. That didn't sit well with him. 15:31:22 [Galen] He was Dark, not Light. When she mentioned killing the Morrigan, he stopped moving altogether, turning around to look at her square on. "No! You will not go off on some vendetta and try to kill her, Delaney. DO you hear me? She's powerful." Even taking her form last night, he'd felt darker in doing so, had it not been for his Father, he could have been dead or wishing he were dead. She went on about the items that she would need and he shook his head. "DOn't! That's probably all lies anyway. A dream, like you said." Yes he'd heard of such times but there was no way he was going to support something he hardly believed in, mostly didn't believe in. He did look skeptical though, "I'm suppose to help you? I doubt that very much. I don't believe it, none of it." ANd that for the Prophecy too. If people wanted to fix things then they should go about it logically, not because something was said in myth so many years ago.-15:31:57 [Galen] Now was the time to switch topics and he gladly jumped on the chance, painfully aware of her hand on his wrist as he tugged her along. "First I have to check on a place that may be safe to lay low for awhile." He looked over at her again he insisted they keep walking. "I'm glad you aren't using your ability on me because that has got to stop. If you truly want my help, ask for it without anything behind it. Makes it easier." There was an old lot, the building above in shambles but below it was well secured, and it had the basics still intact, or so he hoped.-e-


15:40:22 [Delaney] Continued to walk with him, moving faster due to the fact his legs were longer, his stride covering more distance then her own. If he wished to deter her by telling her NOT to face The Morrigan, it didn’t work. “You don’t understand, Galen. This isn’t something I have a choice in.” She paused in a matter-of-fact manner, mulling his words. “I know how to end this. And honestly, its either her or I and I’d much rather the old witch be dead. Look at what she’s done. For all we know, she is the one selling HER blood killing humans. Pinning it on me. I know how to stop it. Well sort of.” Delaney paused once more as they crossed the street, her eyes going to the warehouse ahead, catching his thoughts. Not that she could read minds, it was just instinctive of him to think the warehouse would be a place to hang out. “Myth or not.. Before I found out what I was, I didn’t believe in ANY of this. I never had any idea I was part of a World I belived was myth. Stories I read as a child! Galen, I’m part of this---15:40:38 [Delaney] World now, so don’t you tell me you don’t believe in things, stories, because I’m sure as hell LIVING proof that things do happen. Just like you thought you’d never choose the Dark because of what fate was to hand you and yet, here you are.” Maybe it was a moot point. Maybe he was too stubborn, but once they got settled somewhere, she’d speak of her dream. “And yes, you are to help me. Along with others. Some will come, knowing what I seek and offer their advice. Others will be less willing and I’ll have to seek them out. Or something like that. I can’t remember it all right now.” But that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Delaney felt, for the first time since she’d arrived in Boston she had a sense of purpose, though she was unaware it was a prophetic one that would effect all their lives. “And really, what’s so bad about my powers. I thought you liked it.. I mean, in the dream the other night you were quite interested to see what I could do..” She grinned near impishly..

15:46:47 [NPCs] Aware that the message had been sent, The Ash stood before a large hearth, a fire glowing within though the heat was not necessary. It was, however the atmosphere he enjoyed. In the background, Handel’s water music which was soothing and calm. His eyes peered at the flames, the way the lit, flickered and changed a myriad of colors while he was lost in his thoughts. Morrigan was getting out of hand. Even those of her own Clan were starting to realize, to see how the cracks were becoming bigger. The assassin was just the icing on the cake, nearly destroying all the Fae had worked up toward in one single night. However, if things were true and prophecies were to be well read and acknowledged, then all that would be coming to an end regardless. He was frustrated for he understood change, knew it was necessary, though deep down the Light would remain truthful, honorable, believing in justice, in love. Peter’s actions could come to try in the Court of Light. Especially if he didn’t show to the requested meeting--15:47:02 [NPCs] A Warrant would be placed upon his name, banishment would be the result. The ultimate price for any found negligent of keeping Fae laws.

15:50:05 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter wanted to go and visit Penance before he departed--maybe tell her more about himself and his world. But deep down, Peter wanted answers himself--he wanted answers from Morrigan and Ash both. He brings up his feet and clenches his toes around the railing bar as he crouches on the railing--leaning his body out of underneath the apartments' awning as he glances down at Penance, "See you again soon, I hope." he said--mostly to himself--as he kicks off the railing bar and flaps his wings as he takes flight! He took off towards where the Manor was located. Closing his eyes as he lets the air wash over his body, enjoying the way it felt--the one time he actually felt 'free' was when he was airborne. Letting the wind blow through his feathers. Opening his eyes, he began to descend as he flaps his wings--dropping down in front of the Manor. Two hours? Yeah. He wasn't waiting two hours to find out the truth. Folding his wings behind his back as he pads up towards the building and taps his talons against the door.

15:51:18 [Penance] The prattle between Delaney and Galen went unheard by Penance as she was just too far away to notice them. The woman slid back her shirt slightly and tapped the blade to her left shoulder and the hookswords vanished. All and all, with her being a human, she seemed comfortable living amongst the fae and handling some of the magic and weaponry that was crafted by them, yet didn't have a drop of magic in her blood. After her little show she started off towards Peter's apartment knowing of a coffee house not far away. With the coffee being as good as it was, she had a different motive in mind however, and that was finding out which parts of Boston were damaged and how severely. The news reports had signs out of the Bible appearing out of nowhere, and running rampant. Incidents of demonic activity weren't new to the woman. She was a little more aware then most, but yet, not a hunter. Some of the coolest beings she'd ever met were demons. Some of the worst she'd met were angels. It was good to be out.

15:58:19 [NPCs] A young man answered the door with an icy pallor, an elemental it seemed who was working for The Ash at the Manor. “This way.” He didn’t question who the Phoenix was, nor was he surprised to see him early. “He’ll see you now.” was his response, spoken in a monotone manner. He lead they way through the beautiful Hall - the foyer of marble, art, beauty, statures adorning the walls, and a large circular staircase that seemed to never end. Peter was guided through the hall toward the back where a full glass conservatory welcomed the evening sky, allowing stars overhead to appear much as if in a planetarium. The Ash stood, awaiting - dressed in white, the negro male so very dark. “Welcome Peter. I won’t keep you long. However, I do want an explanation of just what you were doing last night.”
16:02:25 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter didn't reply to the elemental, he merely entered after him and padded after him. He glances around at the various pieces around him, but eventually came to the Ash's room. He glances up at the sky past the Ash and then glances at the Ash, "A contract. I was contracted to kill the Succubi." he crosses his arms over his chest. Despite his anger, Peter felt most guilt at himself--things shouldn't have gotten as bad as they did. Seventy-three people died last night because he wasn't able to control his inner rage--nobody could have controlled that. It was part of being a Phoenix. And it always had to be taken into account, "I thought it was going to be just like any other job I've been given--take out one person, give the exact location of where she was--possible allies. Guards. Permission granted to do whatever it takes to make it done--from the highest authority in my clan." he uncrosses his arms and glances at Ash's face directly, "The Lady Dark. I think you know who I'm talking about."

16:20:20 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter avoided looking the Ash directly in the face as the man approached and placed a hand on his feathered shoulder. Even to this clan Leader, the Phoenix's body was rather warm--warmer than a typical creature should have been. Peter needed answers. He wanted Answers; he glances at the Ash now, "I need to know if the Morrigan knew that I was going to explode last night. I need to know if she wanted me to detonate like that--you and I both know that wouldn't have killed me, but it would have killed hundreds if not tens of thousands of lives, all at once. I'm...glad Mortin stopped me. The fiery man that I fought last night tried to stop it too--I could sense him about to shoot flames at me, but that...would have only accelerated the process. First time that I've ever gotten that close to...a Supernova." he shook his head and reaches up to take the Ash's hand and remove it from his shoulder. Then he went to pad towards the glass wall that overlooked the planets in the sky as he places his hands upon it--his16:20:47 [Peter_Xarhilm] sapphire eyes narrowing as he stares into the depths of the abyss, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. I'm not even certain if I'm proud to be a Fae anymore. It's like I'm living a lie. I have to hide myself like a coward from everyone I know around me--humans, fae; alike, they know me for what I am--and they don't seem to care." at the question about the girl... "The Morrigan doesn't take it lightly when her assassins fail. She'll likely have another assassin come to take me out--or kill me herself, I don't know. Or she might not--a Phoenix is a symbol of rebirth, renewal and immortality. And as for the Succubi? I don't really care about her anymore. I only have two options--wait for The Morrigan to cast me out for failing or whatever, or kill the girl." he narrowed his eyes. Feeling a bit of agitation at this whole situation and it was showing as his body was beginning to distend the air around himself.

16:22:04 Rath took a few steps forward, bringing himself to the edge of Lilium's bed. He wore what he usually wore, hands in the pockets of his tattered jeans. Some of his bangs fell lazily over one eye, concealing it partially from view. He smiled, watching her in silence. Rath had been standing there for some time now, head now and again canting from one side to the other. He licked his lips, wetting them. Last night's events puzzled him; the phoenix, he knew, worked for The Morrigan. As was Rath aligned with the Dark. Why would this Fae, then, put his neck out to protect a human girl? Was he going soft? Rath looked back down towards Lilium, biting down softly on his lower lip. Was he himself going soft?

16:27:30 [Delaney] Galen was so defensive around her. Why would he just not give in to her charms - even when she was genuinely being kind and caring he seemed to put up a brick wall. Which at times made him a challenge. The more he’d fight her, it was in her nature to try harder. It irked her to be honest and she wished he’d just give in and let things be. Though there were other matters at hand, that being safety. Understanding his apartment was in shambles, she wasn’t sure why HE was choosing to hide out. The fact he’d pretended to be The Morrigan had been missed by the girl, who at the time had been kissing the face of a Cop in order to try and heal. As he gave the instructions, she nodded, thinking he was doing this all for her. “Don’t you think this is a bit.. Much?” She questioned. “I mean, underground? Abandoned warehouses. I’ve already told you I’m going to stand up to the Queen. I’m not going to be afraid of her.” Her eyes narrowed as she neared him, allowing his help down the ladder that spun the side of--16:28:12 [Delaney] spun the side of the wall until her feet touched the ground, though she turned around as she did, literally landing in his arms. Her own immediately sliding around his neck once more as if to hold him in place. Without trying she was oozing with sexual essence, predominantly because the man was trying to evade her on the whole. “Don’t Galen.. I realize you may not like who I am. What I am, but it is everything am I. I can’t help the dream you had, any more than I can help the way I make you feel. Why fight it? Would you rather not just give in to it? You and I both know how it feels when you do.” She paused, her breathing slightly heavier, her chest heaving with the undertones of lust, her legs squirming as she was inclined to push against him. “Please - we don’t have to like each other, but we can like what we do to each other.” The words were spoken, the tone implied - her eyes, magic, hypnotic as she gazed deep within, seeing beyond the man, into the animal he truly was. “I know you are here to help me.--
16:28:30 [Delaney] I know you will help me. This is just the beginning and no matter what, The Morrigan will pay for everything and you’ll be free of her and of the things she’s asked you to do.”

16:30:29 [Lilium ] Lilium slept soundly at the moment, covers snuggled close beneath her face as she rolled over with a yawn. Beneath the black fitted T-shirt set the charm that Petter gave her and as usual, she wore nothing but undies on her lower half, black bikini cut. This was her house and she could dress the way she wanted. On the table set a box of sea salt that she was going to use to line her house and windows, but she fell asleep before she had the time to use it. From being so close, she could feel the skin crawling affect that runs over her skin when Fae is near. Black lashes batted lightly as she awoke, staring at the wall before suddenly sitting up as she caught him out of the peripherals. "What the hell are you doing," she exclaimed in a question as she pulled the covers close to her chest upon sitting up.

16:35:46 Rath couldn't help but smile. Her reactions always brought at minimum a quiet species of glee. He watched her carefully, eyeing her almost as if he was looking through her. The classic thousand-yard stare, lost in thought. Though reality beckoned, and Rath blinked, seemingly clearing his vision. His tongue tasted his lips again, swallowing as his gaze focused upon hers. "Bon soire, ma coeur", he said. Softly, as if trying not to disturb the peace any more than it already was by his presence. "I see you've bought some salt. No doubt, the Phoenix and his friend were here. I can feel the remnants of their passing through. You wish to harm me? Kill me, perhaps? From where does this animosity towards me stem? Have I hurt you at all, Lilium?" His tone was calm, collected. Almost smug, but not quite.
16:36:17 [NPCs] “Well Peter, I think you already have the answers to your questions. You just chose not to acknowledge them.” The Ash paused, watching the male bird move toward the glass caught in a cage, it would seem. “The Morrigan is far smarter than what most give her credit for. But she also has tunnel vision when it comes to such things. What she says however is the true. While many feel her to be a liar. That she is not. Deceptive however, she is. Everything is twisted, manipulated to work for her.” The Ash paused. It was not his wish to get into a battle of who was the better person, but to point out to the creature that he had a choice. “Morrigan will hunt those who have failed her. You yourself have hunted many of them in the past, so you are aware of this. However - those who tried to stop you last night, could help you if you allow them.” The Ash followed Peter’s gaze out the glass, up toward the sky as the stars began to truly reveal their colors. “Think on this, Peter. Your powers are strong.--
16:36:29 [NPCs] But your nature - is more so. You grieve over those lost. it’s a burden you carry. Yet it wasn’t you who placed that burden upon your shoulders. You were doing as instructed.” There was a silence before he turned back to Peter with a smile that seemed to light up the darker man’s face, as if a glow. “There is always room for you in my Court. Here. Peter, if you decide. I will give you sanctuary. Peace. There are changes coming. The fabric is torn and I’m afraid it may never be fixed. Until then though, know you have a choice. Not a life or death, but of prison or freedom.”

16:39:50 [Penance] The coffee house was found. The Starbucks, she went into was also attatched to a Barnes and Noble store. Books on Fae were glanced at and she snickered at the occult section. Boy, were those books a little lacking! She just browsed around for a while before snagging a cheesy romance novel. "Christine FeeHan or Edgar Allan Poe?" The vampire romance was shoved back onto the shelf and she went around looking for the classics. A few guys watched her with a grin. One offered to buy her coffee. "No thanks man." she said with a grin. "Nice LOG t-shirt." The guys kind of laughed at the apparently bored metal chick. "Idiots..", was uttered under her breath before she snagged a Poe book, paid for the coffee and settled in to read for a while. Cafe Americano, and mint went well together. Her feet were propped under the table and on the chair next to her. "Never Bet the Devil Your Head", was partially read outloud. "It is not my design, therefore, to vituperate my deceased friend, Toby Dammit. He was a sad dog, it is >16:40:46 [Penance] t is true, and a dog's death it was that he died; but he himself was not to blame for his vices. They grew out of a personal defect in his mother. She did her best in the way of flogging him while an infant-for duties to her well-regulated mind were always pleasures, and babies, like tough steaks, or the modern Greek olive trees, are invariably the better for beating-but, poor woman! she had the misfortune to be left-handed, and a child flogged left-handedly had better be left unflogged. The world revolves from right to left. It will not do to whip a baby from left to right. If each blow in the proper direction drives an evil propensity out, it follows that every thump in an opposite one knocks its quota of wickedness in." She chuckled lightly at the mini crowd she'd drawn in and kept on reading. Now and then she sipped her coffee.

16:42:16 [Lilium ] She ignored what he said at first and pushed her covers off and stood. She figured he was not going to leave and she at least wanted some damn shorts. Lilium moved to the dresser behind him and retrieved a pair of dark crimson lounge shorts and put the on. "You have harmed me emotionally. You are nothing but a person bent on tricking and using women." Lilium walked to the kitchen, grabbing the salt and opening as she continued to talk. "I'm not going to fall for your tricks and thanks to Peter I wont," she huffed angrily while causally opening the salt in the kitchen. Her body turned to face the bedroom, unsure to how he would act to salt if she dumped it on him.

16:45:43 Galen She thought this was a bit much while he didn't think it was enough, he'd no doubt pissed of the very Queen of Darkness of whom he was suppose to be serving and it didn't help that she already likely believed he'd fallen for Delaney's charms. No, this wasn't nearly enough but it was buying him some time at least. When her hands went to his shoulders, he wanted to back away, to tell her to leave him alone but he couldn't quite put those thoughts into actions as he stared back and listened to her. The tone of his voice had at least changed, talking less harshly and a bit more quiet. "She'll come looking for me. I did something last night I shouldn't have done but for some reason, it seemed like the only thing I could do." He wanted to look away but he couldn't. "Why should I give into something that isn't real? You do this everyday of your life and you will continue to. You don't like me, you've used me and now what? You want sex?" Hell, he wanted sex but he held true to his reservations." -
16:46:00 [Galen] "The dream, that's all it was. Just a dream. It wasn't real, this isn't real." But he was immediately caught off guard when she spoke about him being free of things she's asked him to do. Did you know what had been asked of him? HOw could she? "Who says I want to be free? I chose this side, it's what I am. My Father helped those pledged to the LIght, and he helped me. I'm not them." And now he had an extra bond with him because of it. "You haven't pledged a side. I technically shouldn't even be helping you and yet here I am." But why? At first it had been about answers, he'd got those already and now he wanted to clear her name but what did it matter? She'd end up dead by someone's hand, even if it wasn't his own. "You seem so sure of things." His hands had been placed back on her waist, pulling her closer as he confessed something to her. "I use to be so sure of things in my life. I knew where I stood, I knew who I was and now I don't know either of those things anymore." He shook his head, pulling his -16:46:20 [Galen] hands away from her waist. "I just can't."-e-

16:46:36 Rath stood still, facing the bed as she moved past him to the dresser to retrieve her shorts. He didn't want to frighten her, or make her think that he was here to hurt her in any way. The truth was, he wasn't. Though in all likelihood, he didn't think she'd believe that. Not for long, anyway. When she finished dressing, he followed her to the kitchen, leaning against the frame of the doorway. His gaze fell upon the salt, though it was only a momentary distraction. She'd be able to tell he didn't look too concerned about what she had in her hand. "Peter, eh? Kind of an anticlimactic name for a phoenix." Rath shrugged. "So, what do you think that salt is going to do to me? What if it kills me, and all your questions go unanswered? Perhaps you ought to be cautious about whether or not you're going to wield such a deadly weapon."

16:48:26 [Peter_Xarhilm] "Death will never come for me." Peter said to The Ash, "You know this, I know this--whenever I die, I'll just re-emerge from it anew. True immortality." he listened intently to the Ash as the man spoke, "And why would they seek to help me? I almost killed the Dark Prince last night, I think he took my initial Ash Sphere pretty hardcore--the guy's tougher than most Fae, I'll give him that. Most fae who get near my Ash Sphere tend to...turn to Ash." he closed his eyes and bowed his head, "Yes. I grieve over the death I caused. Seventy-three people died from my rage. I almost shattered the Veil--do I care? Probably not. I'd join your Court, but until certain things are changed I think I may switch my allegiance to neutral. I'm tired of hiding from the Humans--they're going to find out, sooner or later. I'd rather it be sooner than later--and without explosions involved." he opens his eyes and lifted his head--growling as he forces his anger back, "My nature...is violent. Like a storm rolling over the plains 16:48:40 [Peter_Xarhilm] during the Monsoon. I'm...feeling guilt. Alot of it. The humans, the majority of them, have done nothing to make me hate them. I realized that last night. I wanted to kill Delaney so badly...I was so convinced she's been selling the blood for the Spellbound." that drug played a deep and painful part of Peter's past--hence the reason he left Arizona and came to Boston--he tried to start anew, "I'm a killer, there's no gentle way to go about it--I was designed to kill, to hunt, to force renewal. It's the way of the Phoenix, of a Bird of Prey. Two things;" he pushes off and away from the glass as he turns around to look at the Ash, "I am planning to attone for my actions. And...how did Mortin know I was about to go Supernova? He normally doesn't keep tabs on me, it's not in his nature to interfere in the lives of his clients other than giving them their products and severing ties."

16:52:52 [Lilium ] Lilium stopped and set the salt on the counter, hands on her hips, and walked angrily to him. "I could care less if my questions go unanswered. At least I will have rid myself off you." Those grey/blue looked up to his face as she stood about five inches away from him. Her right hand rose, index finger pressing against his chest. "You could melt, burn away, explode, or what the fuck ever. But I am tired of these games, the Fae, and all your tricks." Lilium turned away from him and moved back to the counter, facing it and the salt, back to him.
16:56:10 Rath paused as she moved up to him, starting slightly as she pressed her finger to his chest. As quick as she turned around, he regained his composure, smiling once more. He shrugged, though she probably didn't see it. "If that is your wish, Lilium." He stepped closer to her, returning to the 5-inch gap between them, hands hanging loosely at his sides. He chuckled softly, just under his breath. "My games.. and my tricks? Lilium, you're being awfully civil for someone who wants me dead. In fact, I might even go so far as to say you want me here."

17:00:26 [Delaney] Sex. Of course she wanted sex. She was a succubus. There was no beating around the bush. However was it just because she’d essentially chosen to be her mate for that purpose alone, or was the more. Delaney believed there was something further tying the two explicitly together. Galen had just admitted as much until he moved away. He kept denying her. Putting her off but she knew deep down he wanted her on some level. Something deeper than sex, though it had been a long time since Del had put her heart on the line for anyone. The last person she did, had died because of her and by her. Allowing a purse of air to flow from her lips, she moved away from the ladder, already pacing in the small room, feeling closed in. In all sense of the word, they were. “I’m sure The Morrigan will understand why you did whatever you did. And at any rate, I doubt she could truly harm you because of who your Father is. No doubt you’ve got some pull with having Royal blood.” She waved her hand dismissively, her back turned to him ==17:00:48 [Delaney] as she gaze up toward the hole she had just moments ago climbed down. “In the dream I had. I was back.. It felt like home, but it wasn’t any place I’d been before. Although that isn’t true either. I felt I’d been there before. Like.. Déjà vu. “ She paused, fingers reaching to the rung, playing with the rusted iron, focusing on it instead of Galen. It seemed to help. “I was shown a Fountain that was sprinkling water, but water I couldn’t touch. It was for those who were not eternal, I was told. Beyond that, was a large tree - biggest tree I have ever seen, but I was told again, I could not touch, for it was for those lacking knowledge. Then finally, I met an old woman. A crone.” Delaney shivered. “But she called me Daughter. I’m certain it wasn’t my mother though, even though I don’t know who she is.” A slight laugh was given, followed by a shrug. “Anyhow, she told me you’d fight me. But in time, you’d see what the truth is. And you’d come to support me. And that without you, I’d have no way of--
17:01:15 [Delaney] , I’d have no way of defeating The Dark One.” Del glanced over her shoulders toward the male just briefly. “As long as you keep thinking I’m using you, we’ll never get passed this stage. I’m not, Galen. I could leave right now and you’d never see me again. If that is what you truly want, say the word.” A pause, then in closing. “However, I will not allow the Morrigan to continue to do what she is to both Human’s and Fae alike. And I will not stop until she is stopped. Or unless I die trying.” She gave just a moment before she began to crawl back up the ladder, hand over hand as she moved away.