Anthy/Athon session

<Sciencegar> Nexus is a city where almost anything in Creation can be bought and sold. The trick, as in all things, is knowing what you want, and knowing who to buy it from.



<Sciencegar> But even Nexus has some restrictions on sales. Not the bans of other cities, only restrictions, given by the ruling Council through the ever-changing Civilities. Often these almost-laws change daily, or even hourly, as councillors countermand each other in the name of bribes or other influences.



<Sciencegar> One such restriction is that some items can only be sold after nightfall (Something specified to be sold 'outside the suns light' will instead be sold in the underground sections of the city during all hours of the day).



<Sciencegar> And to buy such items, a person must go to the Night Market, on the edge of the wealthy Nexus district, right before the Cinnibar District and its great parks. One of the nicer parts of the city, to be frank. Not that this makes it any more welcoming.



<Sciencegar> The canal front is crowded with stalls, tents, carts and other ways to sell, and the citys mercanery guards watch for pickpockets and the odd altercation. Underneath the shadow of a First Age building which stands tall over the proceedings, a young man makes his way into the crowd.



<Anthy> He drifts between the people in the crowd, staying to the edge to keep an eye on the stalls trying not to stay too still and gawk at the varieties of many knick knacks and such.



<Anthy> His red cloak flows along with the passing people, half of his face covered while he looks over for something of the small part like variety, or possibly materials, which ever comes first...



<Sciencegar> "Drugs! Drugs all the way from the Bayou of Endless Regret!!" "Monster Bones! Monster Gizzards!!" "Firewands!!" "Hey buddy, want to buy a Kraken?" "Red Jewels from the South!" "Black Mushrooms!"



<Sciencegar> The market is less crammed that the day Markets he's visited, but no less hard to get through, as the merchants vie for his attention.



<Anthy> The man with the half dark tanned half mask covered face tries to walk away without causing problems, trying to be at least somewhat polite in this rushtown of an area "I need something more metal..." he mutters.



<Sciencegar> The man looks around and spots what looks like the glitter of metals other than gold, and heads over to the stall.



<Anthy> He stares down at the metals, crouching down to take a look at the metalic bits



<Sciencegar> The old man at the stall looks him over, working a cog made of a lustrous bronze-colored metal around on his fingers like a coin. "Well now, a collector of trinkets like m'self, sir?"



<Sciencegar> "Or be ye seekin' something of more value?"



<Anthy> "Not so much collecting as, looking for parts..."



<Sciencegar> "PArts? For what, pray tell? I have many parts, but I don't know where all of them go."



<Anthy> He examines the parts closely, pondering if any of them would work for the first age sextant he has, and as the old man asks he reaches into his sack, pulling out what looks like a disfigured and aged sextant with several bits and pieces missing. "It's, something special to me."



<Sciencegar> The old mans eyes light up at the sight of the thing. "Ah, thats a nice little heirloom that sir has. Yes, yes, I can see you'd want that prettied up, maybe take it to a master in Lookshy, if ye have the silver..."



<Anthy> "I'm working on it myself, it's something of my master's..."



<Sciencegar> "A'right, a'right. But as for what I can do you for...I might have something from somethin' similar."



<Sciencegar> "T'city is old, older'n even the Red Empress, and there be a lot still t' be found in the deeper ways." He goes scrounging through a bag, spilling odd pieces of unknown things onto the ground.



<Anthy> He nods "Yes, it does have quite a bit of history...and I see you have quite a bit collected there."



<Sciencegar> "A device for deciphr'n the stars, it is. I know that much, a Nexus man would. And a knowledgable fella knows, that for the old things, the devices they used to make when the city was called Hollow, back then there was a special thing for looking at the stars. That would be what you'd need for a t'hing like that."



<Sciencegar> He pulls out what looks like a small iron ring, about two fingers wide and a little finger thick. As he holds up to his lantern, however, the 'iron' seems to sparkle, in several different colors.



<Anthy> The man smiles, though half is hidden under the mask "This looks like it would work, what would you like for it?"



<Sciencegar> The old mans own pleasant smile seems to fade away. "One such as this...This metal has old magic in it. It would not be easy for me to find more. I am afraid that what is perfect for your instrument might be worth a bit."



<Anthy> He nods "I understand, but then I have already realized that this, won't be a simple fix, and I understand the price of it."



<Sciencegar> The two begin to haggle...



<Anthy> "Hmm...Is there anything I can do for you?"



<Sciencegar> "Mayhap. Are you able to locate other trinkets? Other bits of magic? These are what I sell. Things like that would appeal, and I can drop my price."



<Anthy> "I do have an eye for them, though yes they are rare..."



<Anthy> He looks through his bag for anything that could be classified as a more completed trinket or metals.



<Anthy> "I, really don't know if I have much on hand in the way of actual materials or trinkets, but I probably can find some in the future..."



<Anthy> "Hmm..."



<Anthy> His eyes glance over the parts infront of him right now, something clicking in his mind "I, could make something out of what you own right here and now for you, instead of leaving it disassembled... "



<Sciencegar> "Oh? A full trinket, for me to sell? Why, that would be quite the display of artistry, if you could."



* Anthy nods, looking over the pieces for a bit, his arms raising up from under the cloak, cracking his fingers a bit...



<Sciencegar> "This intruiges me, this boy who carries old things and sees pieces going together into full devices."



<Sciencegar> "Ok, I will let you work here, maybe, while I watch. In the Night Market, the Hooded Executioners watch everything, so you will not be taking my things and keeping your hands."



<Sciencegar> "If you can make me something before the sun comes up, we will do business."



<Anthy> He stares down at the pieces, his hands working quickly as they move back and forth across the table, initally he collects up what looks like will go together, and then clears off the center, pushing the rest softly to the side in case of later needs.  His fingers trace over a few parts, soon piecing several together, he works quite fast for a man with no tools and with these seemingly...



<Anthy> ...random parts...



<Sciencegar> The old man deals with his other customers, always keeping an eye on the masked man incase he palms something, and seems rather amazed at the work.



<Anthy> His hands continue to slide between the pile he collected and the small lump of gears and cogs, slowly growing, soon the pile he has dimishes into nothing, and the combination of the parts looks so compact, each part fitting close to another as he looks over the other parts, soon finding a casing, a face, and several hands to finish off this well detailed clock, along with the hours,...



<Anthy> ...minutes, and second hands, it has a hand on a small circle that directs itself to the season, went properly wound and set of course, the watch filling the man's hand, "Would you have a small circular piece of glass or such?..."



<Sciencegar> The old man dithers a moment, then fishes out a circle of glass aroudn the right size, and cleans it before handing it to the masked man.



<Sciencegar> "Is this a time-telling machine? May the river wash me away, you're an impressive young man."



<Anthy> The man remains silent as he takes the circle of glass and places it in, putting a small cover onto the front, on a little latch to protect it, and takes a chain and attaches it to it, creating a very detailed pocket watch of several silver and grey metals.



<Sciencegar> The old man looks very impressed. "Very good, very good. I have only see two or three of this kind working in all my years."



<Sciencegar> "You have magic hands, my young friend, so maybe you deserve a little magic, huh? In exchange for this machine and a few obols, we will give you your ring."



<Anthy> He smiles warmly, rubbing over his hands a bit before lowering them back under his cloak "Thank you sir, it's kinda a passion of mine to create and make things like this." he bows to the man before pulling out some obols to pay for the special small iron ring.



<Sciencegar> The masked man is happy, the old man is happy, everyone seems happy. Isn't commerce a wonderful thing?



<Anthy> He stands back up and puts the item into his bag, and walks back into the crowds, looking for more items



<Sciencegar> Its as he passes between some tents, looking for a way around a performing troupe of some kind, that the young man finds himself pushed from behind, sending him into an alley



<Anthy> "Guh" he grunts as he's pushed into an alleyway, just able to keep himself onto his feet.



<Sciencegar> The alleyway is blocked by a tall, lean man, his frame in shadow against the backdrop of the market.



<Sciencegar> "I think we need to talk, Maker."



<Anthy> "Hmm, I will talk then, what is it that you wish to know?" he keeps his arms down, looking up to the man.



<Sciencegar> "Where you aware that people are looking for gifted individuals like yourself?"



<Anthy> "I was not aware, I have only been adventuring for a personal reason."



<Sciencegar> The tall man pauses a moment. "...Unfortunate. I'm afraid you're caught up in bigger things now, however. Personal whims don't matter in such games."



<Sciencegar> "Old and powerful people want you. Resisting them is fruitless."



<Anthy> "May I ask what kind of 'old' and 'powerful' people they are?..."



<Sciencegar> A shrug. "Animals. Dead things. Its not the kind of thing that matters. Either way, you're a foal to them, something to mount on their wall."



<Anthy> "Ah, so the kind I, wouldn't willing get involved with..." he brings a hand up and rubs his chin "Now may you answer this? Are you with them, or are you warning me of them?"



<Sciencegar> "I just deliver messages."



<Sciencegar> He points at the man with the mask. "And my message for you is that you come with me."



<Anthy> "Are you leading me to them?"



<Sciencegar> "If you'll follow. Otherwise its more 'taking'."



<Anthy> "Would you say, tell me where this trip may lead us?..."



<Sciencegar> "Physically, or ultimately?"



<Anthy> "Physically"



<Anthy> "Since you already told me what'll happen in the end, I don't mind that as much."



<Sciencegar> "Across the river. Southwest, across the plains and the hills of the old country. Then on to the promised land."



<Anthy> He crosses his arms and steps back a bit "I'm thinking this over, it sounds like quite a trip for him wanting me dead then I don't align myself to anyone..."



<Sciencegar> A shrug. "Don't you enjoy the thought of travel? Its a very nice part of the world to go through."



<Anthy> "True, but I heard the weather is dreadful this time of year." he takes another step back.



<Sciencegar> "We could get a boat to take us downstream, or even to sail down the coast, but I prefer to ride."


<Anthy> "I'm a person who prefers to go by foot, saves money and and takes in the sight, look at the details" Another step back


<Sciencegar> "Theres taking in the scenery and theres taking the piss."


<Sciencegar> "Listen...In the long run, you have to realise...certain things are inevitable."


<Anthy> "Yes but it takes quite a bit for something to be inevitable" one mooore step."


<Sciencegar> The man in shadow just stares at the other a while.


<Anthy> The half masked man stares back, holding his spot.


<Sciencegar> "....Listen, sir. It has been decreed where you are going to end up, by beings that transcend you utterly. Don't assume I have some malicious goal in mind for you. I don't. Like I said, I'm just a messenger. These aren't my words."


<Anthy> "Yes, but do you have to follow what the words say?"


<Anthy> "I am not one much for going, where you spoke of, I have a personal mission that I need to see through for one, and, going on a wall doesn't exactly sound that good."


<Sciencegar> "What kind of personal mission? Entertain me on this."


<Anthy> "Achieving what my master could not, finishing a first age artifact that a man with great skills could not finish as his life was taken by someone else, it was one of his last wishes, and being his only disciple I felt it necessary to finish."


<Sciencegar> "...Creating something..."


<Sciencegar> "They might let you do it. Sometimes we have free time. It might be possible."


<Sciencegar> "I wouldn't presume to hope, however."


<Anthy> "I have no room for might or maybe, I only have time for will. As with that, I will leave you now."


<Sciencegar> *I'd much rather you stayed. We still have things to discuss.*


<Anthy> "If this is more of that man who's words you have brought to me, I do not want to bother with it."


<Sciencegar> "Tch!.....Then we go from words to commands." The man begins to approach the one in the cloak.


<Anthy> The man reaches a hand up, grabbing the bottom tip of his mask, pulling it off to the side, revealing his burn scarred face, and the green emerald of an eye just squinting from the burns "Is that all?"


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<Sciencegar> <Anthy> "If this is more of that man who's words you have brought to me, I do not want to bother with it."
<Sciencegar> <Sciencegar> "Tch!.....Then we go from words to commands." The man begins to approach the one in the cloak.
<Sciencegar> <Anthy> The man reaches a hand up, grabbing the bottom tip of his mask, pulling it off to the side, revealing his burn scarred face, and the green emerald of an eye just squinting from the burns "Is that all?"
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<Anthy> He puts his mask away into his bag, staring at the man with his burn scarred face.
<Sciencegar> "Come with me willingly and you'll not only be spared the pain that the silver ones would put you through, but things will go easier for you with my master
<Sciencegar> ."
<Anthy> "Hmm, you're not selling this very well sir." he crosses his arms, still staring at him.
<Sciencegar> "I'm a messenger, not a salesman."
<Anthy> "I don't care what you are really, I just want you to leave me, you're not gonna lead me anywhere cause my path lies somewhere else." he points out a finger to the tall man, remaining silent.
<Sciencegar> The man grimaces at the defiance. He looks annoyed...and a little jealous.
<Anthy> He smirks, taking a step forward "Now if you get in my path, I may have to just go right by you, or through you if necessary." his eyes gaze into the tall man's
<Sciencegar> "I've seen far worse than you, burned man. And I doubt a Maker will have too many knives in his belt for the likes of me."
<Anthy> "Are you challenging me to a fight? Cause I don't have knives for you sir, though that cause I need no knives."
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<Sciencegar> "i'm challenging you to embrace your destiny. You have been marked by the gods for their own selfish purposes, to dance to their whims, but that will lead only to folly and ruin. Theres only one path that will lead you to the inevitable outcome of it all but still leave you with some dignity at the end."
<Sciencegar> "Come with me and you'll learn the true ending of all this petty nonsense."
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<Anthy> He steps back, gritting his teeth "You're not getting my point, but I guess I'll have to show instead of tell." he steps back forward, reaching his hands under his cloak, grabbing onto his hidden hatchets.
<Anthy> "So, it's time to show yourself strong or step back sir."
<Sciencegar> "Very well." The man seems almost relieved, and drops into a fighting stance.
<Athon> There is a rumbling noise akin to the rumbling of something heavy crashing down on metal. It is followed by a mewl and a second noise, akin to small claws against the floor.
<Athon> The source of the noise is nowhere to be seen. The alley seemed to be as empty as it was before.
<Anthy> He pays no mind to the small cat he saw, still gripping the handles of his hatchets...
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<Anthy> He raises his arms up out of his cloak, raising his hatchets out, the white jade and moon silver that make up the heads glint in the night, crossing over his chest before leaping to the side and kicking off of the alley wall towards the tall man, his hair blowing wildly with his speed, and his green eyes in a leer of violence.
<Anthy> He strikes into the air above the man, missing him by inches before landing behind him, jumping back in a twist, swpiining into a slash at the man's back
<Anthy> spinning*
<Sciencegar> The hatchet cuts into the mans cloack, but he himself seems unharmed
<Sciencegar> He flips into the air, away from the hatchets....and lands on a massive black horse, which seemingly forms out of the shadows themselves
<Sciencegar> A black mark appears on his brow, a circle surrounded by a ring. "...Too much."
<Sciencegar> "If you're not going to accept the message, then I think we'll need the direct approach. Lone Pillar!!"
<Sandwitches> The sound of something crashing to the ground echoes out through the alley from behind hatchet wielding exalt, and is followed by the sound of a weapon being drawn.  "..."
<Anthy> He remains still, between the man on a black horse with a black mark upon his head, and someone else behind him with a weapon "Either today is, or isn't a lucky day..."
<Sciencegar> "Pillar, I'm sorry to call you like this, but we need ot get this done."
<Sandwitches> "...  Sleep now."  A female voice calls out from behind as a the woman behind him Swings her weapon down towards the man's skull
<Anthy> He lurches forward, blood trickling from the back of his head, mixing in with his dark green hair, his body shaking a surprise he hasn't collapsed "G-Ggrh...You two were serious..." his breath growing harsher as it was a hard blow to his skull from behind.
<Sandwitches> "...  He's tougher than he looks."  the woman doesn't sound THAT surprised.
<Sciencegar> "I suppose he would have to be."
<Sciencegar> "Tell me Maker, are you more willing to ride with me now?"
<Anthy> "I'm not one for crude words or being impolite, so no thanks..."
<Anthy> He grits his teeth, holding the back of his head a bit "I am not going without a fight, and this isn't a fight till it is over."
<Sciencegar> "I wonder, would you have fought the Seneschals if they'd found you? Maybe you wouldn't...Maybe you'd have let them fawn over you, and use you like a gold tooth."
<Sciencegar> "At least this way you'll end up in the right place. You'll know what your real destiny is."
<Athon> The hustling came back and from the shadows of the alley, a stunningly beautiful woman rose, her red hair gleaming even in the dark. Her sharp green eyes staring at the man in horseback. The clicking noise of her feet against the floor way louder then it should be, as if she was trying to call the attention for herself. "Teaming up to beat at a fallen person? This is what you find just?"
<Sciencegar> "....."
<Sciencegar> "Justice is something we don't traffic in anymore, silver one."
<Sandwitches> The Woman standing behind the injured solar Looks to the red haired woman, and takes a step forward, revealing herself.  She is a tall, thin Albino skinned woman wiht Purple eyes and long white hair.  She is dressed in a Black metal breastplate and the rest of her body other than her head is wrapped in bandages while a black hammer rests in her right hand.  "...  Should I take care of it?"
<Sciencegar> "Now now, the master gave me a message for them, if we were to meet."
<Sciencegar> "If she'll listen. Which is a different matter."
<Sandwitches> The womans free hand clentches.
<Athon> "Even so, one would imagine you guys wouldn't gang up on a guy."
<Anthy> He leans up against a wall, nursing his wound as the new woman along with the dark duo chat "G...ggrh.."
<Sandwitches> "She's just a stupid animal...  Why would such a thing even bother listening to you?"
<Athon> Without as much as a sparing glance to the woman, she kept her eyes trained at the man. "He has his reasons to listen to what I have to say."
<Sciencegar> "I wonder about that..."
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<Athon> "Your memories... they sure are there, aren't they? You can see the past when you look at me, can't you?"
<Athon> The green eyes kept staring at him, like a hawk observing his prey. "You are part of me as much as I am part of you, isn't it right? Can't you see yourself in the past when you look at me?"
<Sciencegar> "...I'm afraid I haven't met you before, my dear. Unless you appeared as someone else then. And I'm well travelled and have met many."
<Sciencegar> "So trust me, I have no biases, I exist only to pass on my masters messages. And I have one for you and your ilk."
<Sciencegar> *I trust you will be polite and listen.*
<Athon> She makes a clicking noise with her mouth. "Sure, I'll hear you out. But I promise no more."
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<Sciencegar> Darkness seems to seep out of the man, and the mark on his head turns jet black and spills blood down his face. He doesn't seem inconvenienced by this.
<Sciencegar> "The Lords of Thorns and of The Ebon Spires of Pyrron have proclaimed that all lands from Thorns to Denandsor, forth to the Yanaze river, will be guarded by them from the predations of the Sun Kings and their Stewards. Within that span, none of Sol or Lunas children will be premitted save by their leave."
<Sciencegar> north to the Yanaze River*
<Sciencegar> "These dread masters will suffer your presence only so long, before considering ye their personal enemies and hunting thee down. All those of Sol will be pressed into service, and all of Luna shall flee their sight or be slain."
<Sciencegar> "This is the declaration of those who herald Oblivion."
<Athon> She just keeps staring defiantly.
<Sciencegar> The man indicates to his partner to pick up the man half-unconscious on the alley floor. "Deliver this decree to the Sun King Seneschals. Let them know the desires of our masters, and the consequences for defiance. Collect the rest of your pack and go to them, if you know what is best for you."
<Sciencegar> "It has been a while since I hunted rather than simply rode, but if I have to deliver this message again it will be at the end of a spear."
<Sciencegar> With this, he makes to leave.
<Athon> "Now, I was pretty content in listening to your rumblings, but I don't think I can let you take that guy away."
<Sandwitches> The white haired woman nods and slings the fallen solar over her sholder, and moves to follow her companion.
<Athon> "If you guys want no Solars there... then why are you taking one?"
<Sciencegar> The man looks over his shoulder, the darkness of the alley seeming like midnight compared to that surrounding him.
<Sciencegar> "Because our masters wish it. Thats....really the only reason I need."
<Sciencegar> "Thats the only reason anyone should need. They will get what they wish for. It is a simple inevitability."
<Sciencegar> "Now, are you going to run off, or are you going to insist on trouble?"
<Athon> "Sure, you can go. There's nothing much I can do here, there is?"
<Sciencegar> "You're learning."
<Sciencegar> "Goodbye. Pray I don't see you again. I'm bad luck."
<Athon> "Oh my, how sad."
<Sciencegar> "....Yes." He leads the horse down the alleyway, into the dark ways of the city.
<Athon> And almost as soon as he is out of view, the girl takes the form of a beautiful black and red hawk, quickly reaching the skies.
<Sciencegar> The dark pair leads the hawk through Nexus district, heading in the directions of Nighthammer Pool and the city docks.
<Sciencegar> They dont seem to notice their pursuer, even though she's the only bird in the sky....Why would that be
<Sciencegar> ?
<Sciencegar> Oh, it must be because of the smog cloud surrounding the docks!! Curse those forges and their air pollution!
<Sciencegar> The hawk flies into a cloud of ash which sears its tiny lung, and it loses its breath and its sense of direction
<Sciencegar> And by the time the coughing hawk (does that happen?) gets ahold of itself, it finds itself plummeting down towards the docks at frightening speed.....
<Sciencegar> [[CLIFFHANGER!!!]]