Conall - The meeting with an arcane (9/5) (CoI)

[20:59] Conall Revels asks, "Khiii. What was that?"
[20:59] Rea Valenta says, "A trick."
[20:59] Conall Revels asks, "What kind of trick?"
[21:00] Rea Valenta asks, "Ahh, a bit of Arcane magic, yes? What brings you around these parts, Dryad?"
[21:00] Rea Valenta says, "Things do not bloom in here."
[21:02] "Arcane magic?" The dryad questioned, wooden nails moving to his hair, and pulling twigs from it, throwing a couple to the floor. The ends of his mouth curl upwards into a cruel smile and he bobs his head.

"Are of couple things bringing Conall here. Are of ores to be of collecting, are of Daemons to be of training. But of more then anything else?" His pupils dilate and he steps closer. "Is of looking for entertainment. Mainly in slavery or in duels.

Be showing Conall of how to do trick. Are becoming of interest."
(Conall Revels)
[21:05] "Sorry, but I've little desire to teach those that run through these caves. This place? It is only a realm that brings invitation to ruin. Besides, I've a question or two for you."

She rubs her chin, recalling a story from Frank.

"You do know that you're far from home, yes? And, are you the one around her taking people's arms?"

The magi quirks a brow, quite curious now if she hadn't been before.
(Rea Valenta)
[21:07] The ends of Conall's mouth curl upwards into a smile. The Dryad reaches into a sack at his side. The boney remains of a right hand are pulled out and shaken like a trophy, held out for her to see.

"Is of knowing is very far from home. Can not be of catching trophies in Gehenna. Can only be of catching trophies outside. And yes. Conall has of taken hands from these caves. Is speaking of the Oscuri, yes?"

He moves closer, eyes vibrating as they stared towards Rea.

"If is not of teaching, Conall can be of making teach. Would be preferring of getting trophy and lesson, yes."
(Conall Revels)
[21:08] Shiva asks, ". . .?"
[21:09] Erebus says, "<even the Archons don't know how to hunt>"
[21:10] Erebus says, "<we hunt this human>"
[21:10] Shiva says, "<best wise, watch self. Silencing lesser kin.>"
[21:10] Haku says, "<Holy shit it's a bat.>"
[21:10] Erebus sniffs his scent
(Erebus)
[21:12] "You are climbing up a mountain which bares little reward at the summit, Dryad. I will have you know, there will be no trophies to claim."

It is but a calm whisper, filled with not but truth as the chaos mage raises her chin.

Confidence is exuded from her person, nothing lackluster about the power which seeps from her person, ever pshing against the Dryad in a manner that'd suggest he backed away.

"Now, I will have you kneel for your idiocy, yes? You will be given the Valmasian welcome."
(Rea Valenta)
[21:14] "Khiii-hi-hi."

The Dryad's maw full of jagged teeth goes wide, pulling the staff on his back forward as the sound of swimming fills the caverns. Vines break through his earthy skin and the Dryad steps closer, spores already suffacting the air around him. Half-lidded eyes are now wide as he licks his lips.

"Is of Gehennan. Is not of kneeling. But just be of watching Valmasian. Conall is wanting to see your tricks. Conall is wanting your eyes on him."

It was clear, the intent to strike in the air as the first volley of spores flew towards the woman.
(Conall Revels)
[21:17] Neo says, "Yuh, yuh."
[21:27] In a moment, the lights flicker out, making it hard to see. The sound of rocks being thrown in the darkness echoes across the area. Illusions assault her mind, a flicker to her right or a shadow to her left, leaving her in a moment of confusion. Flowers rise from the earth, spores tossed to cover the armor of the Valmasian as Conall licked his lips.

"Such a pretty little thing."

A bark covered hand reaches out in the dark, placed onto Rea's shoulder. His hands violate her personal space without care, the touch sliding across her armor as mold and rot take ever so slightly to the metal. His gaze is upon her, lips liked with interest before being thrown away by the strong force under her command. But as soon as he was gone he comes running back, his style almost a dance of avoiding her blows and giving his own.

"You should surrender. Your power seems greatly better then where you come from suggests." A hand finds it's way underneath Rea's chin and stroking, demeaning as if she were more beast then human. "You're beautiful. And you will make a fine trophy. I want your eyes on me." He breathes, his tongue licking over his lips as he stared her down dauntingly.

"Surrender yourself to me, and it will all feel better."
(Conall Revels)
[21:28] Haku says, ". . ."
[21:29] Neo says, "Woah, damn."
[21:36] To play with one senses is cruel, though hardly unlike the blood which seeps from the wounds of those that allow her within reach. Ferocity is found within every spell tossed his way, and when it lands? She can feel it.

Though, her opponent is slippery, a little too quick on his feet for her to finish the deal, and such has left her within a predicament. One, that has been all too familiar since her awakening, since the time she has fully decided to indulge in the swelling power of Agartha.

Even now, as she stands, and his grip eases beneath her chin to raise her gaze, those eyes are filled with determination. Of detest swelling dangerously with Adrenaline.

Fascination, mixed with contempt.

"You've nothing for me, Savage..."

Her tone burns with passion, with the very energies which breathe such ferocious energies into her body. It speaks of a second coming. Of one where the Revels would not see the last of her.

Ethereal energies seek to shove him from her person, at least far enough for her to turn and catch her breath.

Perhaps the lack of harm was intentional, but it is her posture that speaks volumes. Even when sore, even when exhausted. She carries herself with bravado, despite the defeat that so viciously looms over her head.
(Rea Valenta)
[21:44] The Dryad shivers, the blood that runs from his eyes in thick streams becoming ever thicker. His mouth twists upwards into a smile and he shakes. His own fascination has appeared, not yet drawing away into the shadow of the cavern as his body shakes. His arms wrap around himself.

"Delightful. You are absolutely delightful."

His own tone holds passion and his eyes remain on her as the darkness seemed to surround him. His tongue lulls on his lips as the fish Daemon swam around his legs. His staff is gripped and he steps back towards the woman, shaking his head.

"You are wrong, Valmasian. I am everything for you. Surrender yourself and you will be pleased." From across the field he shivers, shakes in glee.

"I will show you the reason you should surrender. Grant me your name, and grant me your eyes. Look at me, trophy, and adore."

He once more draws closer, a crazed look in his eye.

"You belong to me."
(Conall Revels)
[21:45] Haku didn't really know much of what was going on, but he didn't really like the way it looked. With a womanizer trying to seduce someone of the opposite sex. It really uh..irked him a bit. Looking at the scene was a bit disgusting. What could he really do? Not stand and watch for sure. He hesitated for a bit before making the first step and continued on to stand in front of the two.

Clearing his throat first before speaking, he turned his attention to Conall. "What the fuck are you doing?" he questioned, looking quite perplexed. He wasn't expecting an honest answer. He's heard from his comrades about this man, so he wouldn't let most of his guard down.
(Haku)
[21:50] The young boy idly watches the very weird scene before him. Conall was really taking a liking to Rea, and it was creeping the child out. He'd push his self forward walking beside Haku.

"Yo, one on one. What's between them, is between them. Yuh." His speech was very lazy sounding. Almost a mumble even, though they were audible and that was all that mattered.

"Look, yuh. He is very uh... weird, but she can handle herself yuh. White knights don't make it far 'round here yah'mean?"

He didn't expect Haku to know what ' yah'mean ' meant. He didn't care either. "I am sure that she has this under control, maybe the last fight was a fluke, yuh."

He'd give both the older magi a curt nod. He was all about the fairness.
(Neo)
[21:53] Instead of rational thought, perhaps it is the mind that acts for the body. She is but a puzzle within the heat of the moment, pieced together by her own volatile teachings. This struggle, it is all that she has learned within these very caves, the dread which clings ever to the calm aura of an indomitable will.

"I... will not be had." She, would not be weak. It is dawning upon her how trivial this world is, and how fickle the might of another could be if one were to tug upon the strings just right.

The Dryad, has triggered something within her, "You will move, move..."

The answer, it is right there before her. Coupled with the wailing of Agartha as her power surges. The remnants of energy within her are called forth, tugging upon reality and ever distorting what little had remained visible from the dark luminescence of her occult aura.

"I, will move you. You. Will. Budge"

Passion, coupled with contempt. The potential for loss is but one that causes the veins to swell when blood comes rushing through. This uneasy feeling...

How was one to describe it?

She grounds herself again, the answer? It would have to wait..
(Rea Valenta)
[22:06] Neo whispers something.
[22:10] "Come to me."

The words assault her senses in an illusionary haze. His shadow is cast, going to the Valmasian seeming to be to her right or her left in the darkness. The blows of the mandrakes, dozens and dozens of rocks, as well as the phantasmal assault make it difficult see where he is. Blood connects with him, as does telekinetic force, but every time he is forced into the shadows, he rises anew, spores choking air out of her.

"You will be had. You will be mine." He says from the darkness, flowers growing upon the shadowed floor. He waits with them there, allowing her to close the distance in an attempt to strike with water and force. And then the trap is sprung.

From the flowers, vines and vines with serrated thorns spring upwards, wrapping around Rea, enclosing her. The Dryad's hand soon therefore finds it's way back under her chin, holding her.

"You will not move me." He coos, leaning closer. His vine-like tongue leaves a maw of jagged shard-like teeth to caress her cheek just under her ear. "But I can hold you. I can do things to you that you couldn't even imagine." His hands hold her caress her frame.

"Come to me, surrender to me, indulge to me." He whispers, mouth moved against her neck and leaving behind a memory that would not soon be forgotten. Yet, before his mouth comes to reach hers, the appearance of two others brakes his focus. His teeth gnash.

"You will be had. You belong to me. Come to your master. You are something that interests me."

With the final touch upon her form, the Dryad steps away. A flicker of shadow before he vanishes, attempting to get away from the onlookers.
(Conall Revels)
[22:10] "Ayeee, nice scrap!"

There wasn't any serious damage, so there was no reason to be alarmed. Not like Neo cared much anyways. The two were amazing entertainment, the dryad being the winner.

His offense was very respectable, and his defense... Well it's unbreakable he's easily one of if not the most tough person Neo has ever seen. He's only fourteen so that may effect things.

"Yuh, daemons- they might jus' be the new wave~" He'd roll his eyes- Oh Conall's being weird again. Neo wasn't going to kill his vibe at all. Instead he took notes.

There was potential here. He was young, his 'game' was on the low end compared to everything else in his arsenal. "... Uh."
(Neo)
[22:14] Neo whispers something.
[22:26] At first, she had him. She could feel him within the ethereal grip that she imposes, yet it is time and time again that he slips away, that he is knocked away, and rises to impede upon the brutal intentions that she has in store for him.

Her weapon fires round after wound, yet the body refuses to crumple, refuses to stay down after the vicious energy is fired into his person.

Frustration is bred from the likes of such an adamant posture, cunning perhaps greater than what had been anticipated within the final moment. His thorned grip is fresh upon the dented armor, such serving as her only barrier between the caress of nature.

Ragged breaths pour forth beyond pursed lips, his strange anatomy free to curl over her alabaster complexion as her golden hues narrow. Teasing, taunting...

Frustrating.

Then, the distractions come, or perhaps her saviors, yet could one take advantage? If she could free but a single limb from the dryad's grasp, she'd be there to fall upon base instinct. Upon the storm of emotion that'd seek to ensure that he is brought closer for just a fraction of a second so that her own tiers could brush against his own.

Before the darkness steals away her challenger. This, would not be the last time, this would repeat in her mind countless times. Not until they fought again, and again.
(Rea Valenta)
[22:32] A cruel cackling was held within the maw of the Dryad, being watched as the two battled. Although he seemed not to mind onlookers, he also seemed wary of them. Thus when her limb slipped from of the hold of the vines, he did not notice until she clutched him. For the slightest of moments, his lips are pressed against hers, almost invitingly holding her close and his bark-like bloody hands would come, stroking the Valmasian's cheek, leaving behind the bloody stain, the mark that he had been there.

His last few words to her are whispered, hushed tones only for Rea. After that, he is gone, carried away until she might come across him again.
(Conall Revels)
[22:32] Conall Revels whispers: Come to me~.