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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 28, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature thin fingers clenched around the silken fabric of his robe, creating ridges and indents that stretched down the dark blue material. his eyebrows furrowed together, the single visible eye narrowing down at a book placed in the palm of one of his hands, the other currently being preoccupied with adjusting the fabric that cloaked his young form. he had been pouring through the ancient tomes within the temple library for well over eight hours now, only taking a break whenever his dearest dusknoir pulled him away for nourishment. these breaks only lasted five, maybe ten, minutes before he immersed himself in the worn, dusty books once more. he had poured through the parchment many times throughout his stay at the temple. he knew each and every book by heart. yet, why, oh why, did he have to busy himself with rereading them once more?
because he was frustrated.
ever since he had woken up from his deep slumber induced by elder death, he had been bombarded with confusion and anxiety to the supposed world he had woken into. he was forced to remain within the temple, never to leave without being accompanied by someone else. even then, it was only ever a slight visit to the city that had apparently been carved into a large tree, a tree much larger than any he had seen within the books of old. sunlight, clouds, pokemon he had never seen before--nothing made sense! he had read about some of these strange things within the books, yet not even the books could satisfy his curiosity, could calm his confusion.
there was a shrill caw from above, causing the one eyed boy to cringe. he glanced up, prying his eye away from the faded ink, in order to glare at the large crow. the honchkrow preened his feathers, happy to have redirected the boy's attention toward him. with a sigh, he closed the book, standing up and placing it on one of the many towers of books surrounding his leather chair. the bird hopped off as well, talons clicking against the stone flooring as he strode over to the door, waiting impatiently for his master to open it. as he did, the honchkrow took off in a flurry of feathers, crowing as he flew down the winding hallway. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Mar 28, 2015 18:08:28 GMT -5
A sack of random herbs and plants hung over Mirun's shoulder. He hummed softly as he walked back to his lab. The shop had exactly what he needed, even if Mirun swindled some things out of the shop. The herbs would be used in a new experiment to create a weapon that had multiple settings, using herbs as the main power source, of course. Poison, stun, sleep, kill, and Mirun's personal favorite, torture. A mixture of herbs he had used earlier during the testing phase worked wonderfully, but it killed the subject way too fast. That just wouldn't do. There were plenty of weapons, there was no need to make another; however, Mirun noticed that when he dangled a new weapon in front of his "bosses" they let him do whatever he pleased after.
Quietly walking behind him was Mozart. The Haxorus had his head down and kept a look out behind them, his eyes boring into the hallway. The dragon hated being here, but no matter what Mirun saw no problems. As long as he was left alone to do his own thing Mirun was more than content being here. Even if the land outside was rather depressing. Interesting, but depressing.
The sound of wings drew Mirun's attention and he turned around. Mozart had already moved closer to Mirun and stood in front of the man protectively, but refrained from making any noise. The scientist peered around Mozart at the bird. he should probably get out of the way, but eh, birds were supposed to be good at flying, right? Right. --Lord Duvainion |
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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 28, 2015 18:38:24 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature black feathers scattered with each flap of long wings, littering the ground here and there. the honchkrow really needed to stop leaving his feathers everywhere, but it was not his problem to deal with. one of the servants would come along and sweep them up eventually. the slate haired boy calmly walked down the hall, keeping an eye on the bird without much facial expression. the crow was known for flying ahead and finding whatever spot his master was heading towards, finding amusement in being a 'bad omen'. yet, the bird was not anticipating the sight of a strange man with blond hair and his pet dragon to get in his way. the large bird let out a heavy caw in warning, hoping they would be smart enough to get out of his way. sure, there was enough hallway for him to soar over their heads, but he preferred flying down the middle of the hallway. he wouldn't have it any other way.
yet, the man and his dragon did not move. the honchkrow cawed and cawed again, taking a sharp u-turn so he wouldn't end up crashing into the bodies. he landed, dark feathers ruffling as he pointed his yellowed beak towards the roadblocks. he opened his beak to caw once more, only to be silenced as a pale hand pressed against the top of his beak, pushing it down and forcing the bird's head to follow. "how annoying," the boy muttered, having caught up easily with the bird as soon as he had landed. he cast a curious glanced towards the strangers, his blue eye flitting over the dragon before taking in the man's appearance. blond hair? definitely not of dark one origin. "who are you?" he caught sight of the herbs behind him, and his confusion only increased. he continued on without giving any time for the stranger to respond. "what are you? your hair is not like any seen in these lands; your ears are not pointed, so you couldn't possibly be an elf... are you one of those 'humans' the disciples have been whispering about?" |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Mar 28, 2015 18:53:19 GMT -5
Cawing. Mozart hated being cawed at. He hated it more than he hated disgusting fairy types. It took all the dragon had to not roar and and challenge the loud bird. A fight wouldn't be good, especially in a hallway. That and Mirun would probably wander off while Mozart worked out his anger and get lost again. It had happened before, Mirun wandering off, it was not something Mozart had the patience to deal with that day.
Mirun watched the bird and was already thinking of some ways to cook it into some nice soup. Ah, Mirun missed Ducklett soup, that was good. Sadly, it appeared the bird belonged to the kid. What ugly clothes, is that what the Dark Ones made their children wear? Did they even have kids? Mirun usually wasn't given any Dark Ones to experiment on, mostly just humans or elves, but maybe he could ask for a law breaker or something. He was curious about how Dark Ones worked.
"Curious aren't you?" Mirun hummed after the barrage of questions. "I'm Mirun, the scientist. I am a human. Don't know how much of one since humans have humanity and morality, I lost those a long time ago." He tilted his head to the side. "What's a kid doing wandering this far down in the tree? Are you lost?" Mirun himself was lost, but he knew he could find his way to his lab at some point. If not, he could just sleep in the middle of the hall until he felt like looking for the lab again. This tree was like a damn maze.--Lord Duvainion |
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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 28, 2015 19:06:57 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature kid?
he could feel his brow twitch in annoyance at the blatant disrespect. what was a human doing in the temple? better yet, what was a human doing in their territory at all? "you dare call the lord of this temple a mere child?" it took every ounce of self-control he had to keep himself from rolling his eye or snapping a quick command at the honchkrow for the human's head. if he did that, then he might lose his once in a lifetime opportunity to learn more about the humans than what he could find in the books. the only mentioned of them in the tomes were about how they overtook the land a few centuries ago, around the time he was born. after that, there was nothing. not even the slightest mention within the ink. he would have to request a more recent book from the disciples. perhaps they could find him better study material than books written centuries ago.
"i am duvainion, though you may refer to me as lord duvainion." there was a huff of annoyance following his words. "unlike a mere mortal like yourself, i am three hundred years old, and you should learn not to call someone a 'kid' around here. especially me." he removed his hand from the honchkrow's beak, and the bird was quick to ruffle his feathers and strike something close to a noble pose. he wasn't even going to bother introducing the crow. "i should be the one asking you whether you are lost. this temple is sacred territory and is not to be sullied by incompetent non-believers." if he was going to get any information about humans out of this man, he was going to need a better approach. oh well. it was this self-proclaimed scientist who brought it upon himself. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Mar 28, 2015 23:14:12 GMT -5
Mirun couldn't help but smile at the little outburst. Aww, this reminded him of that black haired kid in his dreams. A few events happened that, for some reason, Mirun felt like he was part of. One was a look a lot like that over something or another. He was still fuzzy on a lot of details. Either way, he liked this punk. His attitude was interesting and if anything a breath of fresh air from the other Dark Ones Mirun had to deal with on a daily basis. "A lord, eh? Well, I never heard of any lord that is three hundred. Your complexion looks great."
He slung the back of herbs over his other shoulder. "I am so not lost. My lab is in this general direction. At any rate, if you look like a kid and act... you don't seem like the kind of person to act like a kid. You don't look like you even know how to play catch. Have you even had a childhood, Lord Three Hundred Years?" Where was he going with this? Oh yeah... "Now which way is my lab? Feel free to come along." Mirun followed Mozart, the dragon finally having enough of watching Mirun wander around lost. They made their way down the hallway, Mirun humming softly to himself again. Ah, life was pretty good. --Lord Duvainion |
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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 28, 2015 23:29:32 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature he was getting nowhere with this man. were all humans like this? completely idiotic and a waste of breath? perhaps he should take notes... observe this--no, this was probably the wrong human to observe and study. he should try asking the disciples to bring him in a test subject. or, well, he could just ask them to explain the whole human thing to him, as well as the concept of sunlight and whatnot. he has still yet to ask them what his new companions truly are since he only had the dusknoir and a few other pokemon who wandered the depths of the caverns.
"I've had enough of a childhood, whatever that is, and it's Lord Duvainion," he let out a groan after correcting the man, already knowing that he was doing so in vain. There wouldn't be any use it trying to reason with this blond. the dragon already seemed to be done with him, walking off down the hall with mirun beginning to follow after him. the slate haired boy nudged the side of his honchkrow's head, pushing the bird down the hall. with a caw, the crow took flight, begrudgingly soaring over the dragon's and man's heads and landing, turning around and spreading his wings to block the path. the boy only took a single step before speaking, projecting his voice so mirun could hear. "if you plan on leaving the temple to go anywhere, you will need to leave the way you came. down the hall is strictly off limits to visitors, and the only exit is the entrance." |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Mar 29, 2015 0:00:30 GMT -5
The herbs were going to get bad if Mirun didn't put them in a cold place soon. He cared more about that than the bird, really. Or the kid. Mozart, on the other hand, gave a snort at the bird and walked right up to it, giving a glare down at the feathered beast. "Really? Says the one that doesn't know what a childhood is? Pity." Mirun shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if you know where you are, then why don't you take me back to my labs?" A low growl from Mozart told Mirun to shut up, but of course Mirun wouldn't listen. "But whatever you say, m'lord, since you obviously know so much."
Attitude was something Mirun had problems with, mostly because he had an attitude himself. There was just something about being told off by someone that looked like a little kid that rubbed him the wrong way. It made Mirun feel like he should be giving a lecture but he hadn't done that in a very long time. "Mozart, back down, we need to crush these herbs and get to work on the plans." The dragon gave a snort and turned on his claws before following Mirun back down the other way. "And leave our "lord" to his boring business." Mirun patted the dragon's stomach and gave a chuckle, Mozart just letting out a sigh. --Lord Duvainion |
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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 29, 2015 10:00:28 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature "Well, excuse me for living for centuries without knowing the exact span of my 'childhood'." with how he looked, he could easily pass as someone who was still a child, much to his distaste. pale hands moved to rest on his hips, bunching up the silk robes he wore. now that he thought about it, he should probably change clothes now that he knew random strangers would be walking around the temple unannounced... No, no, no. the servants picked out his outfit for the day, and he wasn't going to make them feel any less than they already do by blatantly changing what they had already picked out for him. hell, he didn't even know how to dress himself. they always helped. oh, wait, um... never mind about that.
"i do not know where your... lab is; however, i can escort you to the door. you are on your own from there." he reached up with one of his hands, adjusting the eye patch over his right eye so it was more comfortable, turning his head away as he did so. "dulin," he barked, causing the honchkrow to cease trying to appear more intimidating towards the dragon. the large bird cawed, purposefully in the face of the haxorus, and curved his wings forward. he stepped forwards in an attempt to reroute the man and his dragon to follow the boy. duvainion didn't even bother to make sure they were coming, already turning around to head down the other direction of the hallway. they would need to pass by the sanctuary to get to the entrance. hopefully none of the servants or the disciples saw him with the human... no, actually, he hoped that they ran into one of the disciples. he wanted to ask them a few questions, like why there was a human in the temple.
ooc: when you have to go to your tracker to remember your pokemon's name. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Mar 29, 2015 10:43:26 GMT -5
"I sense an attitude," Mirun said with a sing-song voice. "Speaking of attitudes, I could go for some crow stew, what about you?" Mirun arched his head back to look at Mozart. The dragon gave a snort and rolled his eyes. Mirun was just being antagonistic now. "You don't sound like you believe me about the lab, but either way, you're welcome to go in there and mess around. You look like you need some fun in your life." Mirun felt Mozart poke him in the back. "Ah, just don't touch anything dangerous yadda-yadda."
Mozart rolled his eyes again and silently followed, keeping his eyes on the child. He didn't trust the small creature at the same time, he didn't trust this place in general. There was always a strange feeling about the place. In all honesty, if Mozart had his way, he would have gotten Mirun off of the damn Region but no, the human just had to stay. Mozart knew he was going to die due to stress, and because of Mirun. "Are you really three hundred years old? What did you do all that time?" He was curious. The oldest person Mirun met was, well, Thornfield and Mr. M all those years ago. How the hell did this kid remain so young looking? --Lord Duvainion |
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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 29, 2015 13:46:19 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature he lost his self-control just a little bit, allowing himself to roll his eyes, ignoring the strange feeling he received underneath his eye patch. he hated wearing the patch strapped around his head, but it was the only way to keep people from gawking at him. he absolutely hated the attention that came with his eye. yet the attention from your title is fine? oh, shut up, brain. "if you harm my bird, i will have you executed." his pace slowed down by a tad, not wanting to get too far ahead and have to raise his voice. it was far too much of a hassle, and he did not want to disturb anyone at the temple with a purpose. this human did not have a purpose to be here, so he was willing to annoy him all he wanted. this included throwing around promises that had a tendency to fly over the bond's head.
"i will not be attending you to your laboratory. there is little point to doing so, and you might end up kidnapping me or doing something else you may end up regretting." the slate haired boy rounded a corner, pausing his steps to make certain that mirun and the dragon were still following him. if they tried sneaking off anywhere or pausing their own steps, dulin would make certain that they returned to their course. "unlike humans, we live to be centuries old. we cease our aging at various points in our early life. most end up looking like adults while some, like myself, retain our youthful appearances." he continued walking down the hall, turning another corner... and another... they should probably put up signs for... certain people who wander in and get lost. "there is plenty to do in the temple. i, for one, use my time to study the world," even though he was running out of study material, "and to... interpret the thoughts of our elder." he really did not know how to explain his job. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Mar 29, 2015 14:09:26 GMT -5
He had to laugh. This kid was hilarious. Of course, Mirun knew he should listen when told something--especially here, his employers made that very clear to him. That didn't mean Mirun did it. he was miserable enough as it was, if anything, getting himself killed would be doing him a favor. He couldn't do it thanks to his coward blood but that was another story. "Killing me would be doing me a favor. I urge you to do it. Preferably with as much pain as possible." Mirun chuckled, glancing back at the bird. Ah, just one attack and he could be out of this damn place and with those two kids he felt protective over in his dreams. Mozart would have none of the ideas and began to ignore Mirun, in case there were any orders. "The only thing I regret is agreeing to work for the jackasses that hired me to enhance this place's science program," he sighed, "it does come with perks. Like meeting little bundles of joy like yourself."
How far did he wander into this so-called temple? Goodness he was already lost. Eh, he trusted the kid. If they did get lost, there was always a bird to eat. "Really? Well, if there is ever one of your kind you are tired of, send them to my lab so I can test things on them." Ah, testing, it made Mirun nearly purr. He handed the bag of herbs to Mozart, the dragon taking them and carefully holding the bag in his claws so he didn't rip it. "Study the world down here? Why not go outside and study it? A little bit of sun would do you good. And if you mean that Elder Death-whatever, isn't he sleeping?" Mirun was told about Elder Death and everything else but that didn't mean he listened.
"Well, you interpret the thoughts of the sleeping legend, and I make weapons. No wonder you don't know about the lab. Always being down here." Poor kid, did he even know what a blade of grass looked like? "Must get boring and lonely." Mozart gave a growl. Mirun was babbling again.
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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 29, 2015 17:42:02 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature so, humans were depressive and willing to allow another to take their life, huh? interesting. he would have to take note of this for later. he doubted there would be a later, however, considering this was the first human he had seen since waking up. or, rather, this was the first human he had ever seen. so far, he was not liking what he was seeing. some man with herbs with no respect for authority who... he threw a glare over his shoulder at the language that emitted from the man's mouth. "you best behave yourself, scientist. you are on sacred ground; such language is prohibited." he turned his head forward once more, his body growing rigid with each step. "there is nothing keeping you tied to the dark lands. you can either head on over to your human settlements or let the beasts of the slums carve out your insides." there was a caw from behind as the honchkrow decided to chime in, willing to join in on the slum actions.
lord duvainion fell silent as the outside world was brought up. he slipped his hands into his long sleeves, crossing them tightly over his abdomen. he refused to answer such a stupid question. he even kept his lips sealed about the elder, not wanting to give some random human any information about the deity. he rounded another corner, slowing his pace down once more. "it's perfectly fine in the temple. there are plenty of books to read, halls to roam, and servants to pester," though three hundred years of that grew old after the first ten years. as long as he had his pokemon, however, he would be fine with anything. another caw brought him out of his thoughts, and he put on the brakes before he missed a large door carved out of stone with various designs etched on its surface.
"uial," he spoke, his voice solid and firm as he turned around. a dark form materialized out of thin air, manifesting into a dusknoir. the ghost held a stoic gaze as she held out her hands, forcing the heavy stone door open with ease. how the human got into the temple was beyond him, unless he accidentally followed in one of the servants or worshipers. opening the door revealed a large staircase and a path heading off into another direction. the dusknoir moved to hover beside the slate haired boy, and the honchkrow soon followed, letting out another grating caw. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Mar 30, 2015 14:44:31 GMT -5
A bundle of joy this kid was. Mirun was sure that this kid alone could scare even a Darkrai back into the shadows--that was something to think about. This child--err, three hundred year old lord--was obviously a bundle of sunshine and Mareep. "Actually, I'm tied here by, well, let's say a contract. I can't leave these lands until my job is done. But at least your goons feed me. They are your goons, right? You being a three hundred year old lord and all?" Mirun shrugged and gave Mozart a look. The dragon rolled his eyes in response. As interesting as all this was, Mirun was ready to get back to his lab and continue his job. There was something special in making random scientific things. Mirun didn't even know what he was doing half the time anyway. He just knew the laws of science and physics. Nothing else mattered.
"Still, nothing beats being outside," Mirun sighed dreamily, "only bad part about working here, yah? Everything is so closed off." He stopped when the kid did and waited patiently, humming to himself. Not a bad Dusknoir. Mirun couldn't help but think his old Sugar Fly would take care of that thing quickly, but alas, she was gone. "So do I go up the stairs or down the path? You're the expert, Bookworm." Mozart gave a sort of growling groan. Mirun was a brave bastard, that much was clear, and a ball of energy that caused the dragon so much stress. It was surprising Mozart hadn't developed a stomach ulcer.
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Post by Lord Duvainion on Mar 30, 2015 18:46:59 GMT -5
acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature "if you plan on following through with your 'contract', you better learn your place and quickly." his single blue eyed gaze focused on the blond form coming forward, narrowing with intense heat. red pooled into blue, turning the ocean to blood. "the disciples are my caretakers and a revered council of leadership to my people. do not bite the hands that feed you, sir, or else you will find your world darkening as you are dragged into an abyss until your last breath has left your body." his eye continued to maintain its bleeding red color, refusing to leave until the boy calmed down. there was even a faint glimmer peeking out from underneath his eye patch, giving off a slightly violet hue. he could even feel the agitation of his dusknoir next to him, catching the ghost stiffening beside him. the honchkrow, however, seemed oblivious, more interested in preening his feathers than reading the situation.
the lord's pale hand lifted, pointing out the gaping doorway. "if your station is underground, then head down the path. if not, take the stairs and fall down them once you reach the top." without another word, the slate haired boy turned on his heels, walking down the hall with feigned calm. he was fuming, fed up with the blunt disrespect given off by the human. he was going to assume that all humans were like this, and he decided right then and there that he hated humans. perhaps he could order for their complete execution from the land... place a bounty on the heads of humans who dared to step foot into their territory... |
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