Post by Rhew on Jul 12, 2011 23:48:29 GMT -6
As the man leaned toward the window, he got the feeling that he wasn't alone. He hurriedly finished picking the lock, and surrounded himself in shadows the way he was taught, granting him the most invisibility of anyone else in his trade.
As he made his way through the room, he realized almost all at once that he wasn't alone and that the person with him was someone that was just as skilled as himself. He immediately jumped to the rafters using his abilities, and he drew on his magical talent again, and forced the darkness to thicken around him further, sucking it from the rest of the room, and making it so that he could see his pursuer.
The figure moved around the edge of the room, looking for his target, unaware that his abilities were being drained. He stepped out into the moonlight thinking he wouldn't be seen, but he was very wrong. As the man stepped back into the shadows, his footsteps weren't muffled by his talents. He noticed this, then looked at himself, and cursed.
The man in the rafters dropped down on top of him just as he cursed, crushing his legs, and muffling the thump of his body, but not killing him. He gagged him so he couldn't scream from pain, and then turned the man over.
"What's your name, mystery man...?" He muttered sinisterly as he held a dagger up to the man's throat, and waited patiently for the man to respond.
"My name doesn't matter, my friend..." The pinned man spat sarcastically. "What does matter, though, is that you have reason to do this job, which you don't yet, Mr. Kylar."
Kylar visibly tensed. "How do you know my name?!" He pushed the blade against his neck again...harder this time. The man flinched at the pressure, and started sputtering as he struggled to speak. Kylar eased up a little, and let him breathe.
"The society that I work for knows everything about you, or at least they think they do. After you ambushed me, I knew there was more to you than just your abilities. Please...let me help you against them. My oaths will be hard to overcome, but I am willing to try in order to help you maintain your peace in life."
Kylar held him down, wondering in the back of his mind, weighing his options. He kept the dagger at the man's throat, and asked, "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't betray me to the organization...?" He made his point clear with the point of the blade digging into the mans skin, drawing a small bead of blood.
The man whimpered helplessly, saying franticly, "I promise! I promise! On my honor and desire to keep living! I promise under penalty of punishment beyond death!"
Satisfied, Kylar eased up on the pressure of his blade. "Look at your neck. I never actually hurt you. That's the difference between me and everyone else. I can create and hold illusions with the greatest of ease, with no way to tell if its an illusion. I create the pain, the sensation, everything. It's flawless. Never undersetimate me again." He walked off quietly, dissapearing into the house without so much as a whisper, leaving the man to follow him unhindered while he did his work.
When he saw Kylar again, he was perplexed at how calm the man looked, in a state of wonder as the man walked out of the house, again not so much as a whisper of wind as he passed, none of the normal boards creeking in the house. The man looked into the next bedroom, and saw that there were two figures laying on the bed, neither moving. Then he saw the blood soaking into the white sheets. He turned and wretched outside the door.
When he was done, the man followed Kylar as quickly and quietly as he could, which was pitiful compaired to how quickly Kylar moved with no sound. As they rounded the corner of the next market street, Kylar jumped up onto a house and kept moving, only quicker now. The man tried to follow, but was too slow to get up on the roof before Kylar jumped 30 feet into the air using his talent, and then back down onto the next building which was double that distance.
Kylar landed with little more than a soft thud thanks to his boots. He looked back at his...compainion?...and asked, "You coming?"
Without a second glance back, he kept going, moving like he hadnt just jumped at all, not in the least bit winded.
The follower paused. "Brogan...Brogan Roemer. That's my name, if you are interested," he called to Kylar.
As he made his way through the room, he realized almost all at once that he wasn't alone and that the person with him was someone that was just as skilled as himself. He immediately jumped to the rafters using his abilities, and he drew on his magical talent again, and forced the darkness to thicken around him further, sucking it from the rest of the room, and making it so that he could see his pursuer.
The figure moved around the edge of the room, looking for his target, unaware that his abilities were being drained. He stepped out into the moonlight thinking he wouldn't be seen, but he was very wrong. As the man stepped back into the shadows, his footsteps weren't muffled by his talents. He noticed this, then looked at himself, and cursed.
The man in the rafters dropped down on top of him just as he cursed, crushing his legs, and muffling the thump of his body, but not killing him. He gagged him so he couldn't scream from pain, and then turned the man over.
"What's your name, mystery man...?" He muttered sinisterly as he held a dagger up to the man's throat, and waited patiently for the man to respond.
"My name doesn't matter, my friend..." The pinned man spat sarcastically. "What does matter, though, is that you have reason to do this job, which you don't yet, Mr. Kylar."
Kylar visibly tensed. "How do you know my name?!" He pushed the blade against his neck again...harder this time. The man flinched at the pressure, and started sputtering as he struggled to speak. Kylar eased up a little, and let him breathe.
"The society that I work for knows everything about you, or at least they think they do. After you ambushed me, I knew there was more to you than just your abilities. Please...let me help you against them. My oaths will be hard to overcome, but I am willing to try in order to help you maintain your peace in life."
Kylar held him down, wondering in the back of his mind, weighing his options. He kept the dagger at the man's throat, and asked, "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't betray me to the organization...?" He made his point clear with the point of the blade digging into the mans skin, drawing a small bead of blood.
The man whimpered helplessly, saying franticly, "I promise! I promise! On my honor and desire to keep living! I promise under penalty of punishment beyond death!"
Satisfied, Kylar eased up on the pressure of his blade. "Look at your neck. I never actually hurt you. That's the difference between me and everyone else. I can create and hold illusions with the greatest of ease, with no way to tell if its an illusion. I create the pain, the sensation, everything. It's flawless. Never undersetimate me again." He walked off quietly, dissapearing into the house without so much as a whisper, leaving the man to follow him unhindered while he did his work.
When he saw Kylar again, he was perplexed at how calm the man looked, in a state of wonder as the man walked out of the house, again not so much as a whisper of wind as he passed, none of the normal boards creeking in the house. The man looked into the next bedroom, and saw that there were two figures laying on the bed, neither moving. Then he saw the blood soaking into the white sheets. He turned and wretched outside the door.
When he was done, the man followed Kylar as quickly and quietly as he could, which was pitiful compaired to how quickly Kylar moved with no sound. As they rounded the corner of the next market street, Kylar jumped up onto a house and kept moving, only quicker now. The man tried to follow, but was too slow to get up on the roof before Kylar jumped 30 feet into the air using his talent, and then back down onto the next building which was double that distance.
Kylar landed with little more than a soft thud thanks to his boots. He looked back at his...compainion?...and asked, "You coming?"
Without a second glance back, he kept going, moving like he hadnt just jumped at all, not in the least bit winded.
The follower paused. "Brogan...Brogan Roemer. That's my name, if you are interested," he called to Kylar.