Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Aug 22, 2009 16:19:30 GMT -6
Cujo sat in the darkest corner of the rebel's hideout, only the glint of the silver embroidery on his black tunic in the candlelight hinting he was there. His hands were folded before him, his elbows propped on his knees.
His dark eyes searched the small group of his underlings that were milling around. They really were useless; they were hardly able to do what he told them to. All they did was complain, drink, and question what he said. "Why do we have to kill this family?" They'd ask in high-pitched, whiney voices. "Can't we let the children live? Surely they have committed no crime."
At lesat he had Kallen. Kallen would do as Cujo bid; most times, he was the only one that did anything right. Cujo found himself wondering why he needed the rest of them, anyway. 'I suppose I need them if I intend to take the capital soon,' he thought bitterly.
Cujo reclined in his chair, crossing his arms over his midsection and extending his legs before him. He'd been sitting down too long; he needed to stretch his legs, but all the underlings got nervous and jumpy when he walked among them. He'd have to stay where he was a little longer.
He surveyed his underlings, wondering what he could have them do tonight. If he didn't give them assignments nightly, they got restless. They wanted something to do now, not at the turn of the century. Many of them had a tankard filled with ale or mead in their hands; a few more sensible ones had barley water. One man, his cheeks rosy and speech slurred, staggered over to Cujo.
He had light hair and a slim build, with facial features that made Cujo think the man was rather young. He had claimed to be twenty when Cujo asked, though he doubted it. When the man started to speak, his tankard, half full, fell from his hand.
The crash of the tankard hitting the wooden dais silenced the group behind him; only the man was still speaking. His words were so slurred from the ale in his blood that it was nearly impossible to understand him.
The ale in his tankard splashed across the dais, sending golden liquid through the air. A few landed on the hem of Cujo's pants, the mark they left barely visible against the black fabric.
Cujo clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth, as the man realized what had happened and fell silent. Closing his eyes for the briefest of moments, Cujo folded his hands again, his lips set in a tight line.
He drew himself up so he was standing above the man, who now looked terrified as well as drunk. "Get out of here," Cujo said in the low, harsh, quiet voice he used when he was beyond mad. His tone scared the underlings more than yelling would have; a few of them even started backing up, as if they had been told to leave, too. "I never want to see you again. If you come back," Cujo continued, waving his hand. A deep, crimson stream flowed from his fingers and over the man's mouth, disappearing almost as quickly as it had appeared. "If you try to tell anyone about our little group, that curse will kill you."
When the man hesitated too long for Cujo's liking, he barked, "Leave!"
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Kallen
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Post by Kallen on Aug 23, 2009 20:36:38 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I sat at a small table set in the corner, a small wooden cup of Barley Water in hand. It tasted good; I didn't understand why people preferred the drinks that messed with your mind so much when this tasted better and had better effects on you. But whatever, I wasn't going to complain or anything. They could do whatever they wanted as long as the listened to Cujo, and they often did; he could be rather frightful when he was mad.
I watched a drunk guy wander up to where Cujo was, and crossed my fingers; with any luck, he'd try to pick a fight. I knew it was wrong to want someone to fight the demon that was Cujo, because they'd probably be killed, but I just thought it was rather fun to watch. And when Cujo used his magic, well, it made it all that much better. He was good with it, too; when he cursed someone, there was no way they were getting around it.
He dropped his tankard. Silence filled the area as everyone waited to see what Cujo would do. I grinned slightly as people started backing out; it was probably better that they did. They might suffer a little from Cujo's wrath, even if it wasn't directed at them. Cujo was not fun in a bad mood. I wandered closer to where he sat, curious to see what he'd do. If he cursed him... well, I loved to watch that. It was so interesting, to see him do something that was totally beyond anything physical I could do, beyond what alot of people could do. That was the thing that had brought me to the rebel side in the first place, aside from the fact that I agreed with his hatred of the Royal Family. Besides, he treated me well enough, better than I'd been treated my entire life.
He spoke quietly, and I knew it sent chills up most of the men's spines. Me, I wasn't very frightened. I obeyed him because he offered me good benefits, besides the fact that I liked what he believed, what he was working for. The world would be a better place with him in charge, I knew that much.
I slunk in the shadows, drawing even with Cujo as the man left. I sat in the shadows next to him, watching the crowd shift uneasily. After Cujo's temper, they were almost afraid to talk to loudly, for fear that he'd curse them as well. I could almost laugh at their fear. Almost. But I knew all too well some kinds of fear, and it wasn't funny after you'd lived through it enough times.
"What else is on the agenda for the night?" I asked quietly, simply because I wished to remain unoticed, as I was now. The rest of the men didn't care for me much; I had too much of Cujo's favor for them to like me. Like royalty's pet, only I was so much better and worse dressed than them. But I was a little restless; I didn't like going too long without doing something, not when there were so many things that I could be doing to get back at the people who had left me to die. I could do most things that Cujo asked me to, and then I felt better when I went to bed. Sometimes I dreamed of the people I killed, but that was rare, and after the hundreth or so, it didn't affect you as much as it used to.
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Aug 27, 2009 16:15:03 GMT -6
Cujo didn't even blink as Kallen appeared next to him, asking what they were doing tonight. Cujo himself wasn't sure; what could he do to create some form of havok that would allow him to keep his rebellion a secret?
A riot, perhaps? No... Too large. It would bring too much attention to the Lower City, and possibly to one of his underlings, if they got uncontrollable. A protest? No... Not enough violence. Kidnapping? No... Kids were annoying. Arson? Hm... That was a possibility. Thievery was too common; the bloody Rogue handled that aspect of crime.
"Arson," he answered quietly. Now all they needed was a building to torch. What would send a good example, but still not seem like a rebellion? "Any building suggestions?"
'I need to learn more about this freakin' city,' Cujo thought angrily. At least Kallen had grown up here; he knew what buildings would be missed if they were burned. They couldn't burn something important, like a bank. They'd need the coin when they took the capital.
'This was going to be more difficult than I thought.'
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Kallen
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Post by Kallen on Aug 31, 2009 18:35:42 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I considered for a moment before answering. “Did you have any preferences?” I wondered, my voice barely a whisper in the darkness, much the way I liked it. ”There are several influential homes far enough from the area to shun suspicion.” Cujo’s suggestion created within me a slight disappointment; fire was not his thing, nor did he like it. I didn’t like the light it casted, the deep shadows that were illuminated without warning from bright flames. But I wouldn’t disobey Cujo for a mere dislike. Who was I, if not dependable? I did my job well, and I was treated well. I wouldn’t suffer to be treated like those idiots that called themselves rebels under him. If I didn’t have a place here, I’d have to find a better one elsewhere, and that would be rare. Few granted me the luxuries that Cujo did.
I watched the remaining fools blunder around Cujo, underlings, as he called them. They were nervous, anxious, shifting uneasily around. As soon as I had a group of them out, they’d feel better, I was sure; they’d realize they weren’t about to be punished for the man’s blunder, and they’d start drinking and talking too loudly again. I was glad I would be there when they started that. I hated being around the obnoxious group when they thought they’d just escaped the noose. I scooted slightly farther into the shadows, uncomfortable in the front of the room, where anyone with brains could see me. Of course, drunk as they were, I was sure they wouldn’t notice, but it wasn’t in my nature to be where attention was often brought.
I was glad of Nealan’s coming, mewing quietly from beside me. I picked him up and stroked him, listening to his quiet frustrations. He didn’t like the noise and the idiocy of the rest of the rebels anymore than I did, but I put up with it because Cujo appreciated it. Otherwise I’d kill them all quickly from behind, a knife slitting the throat. But then we wouldn’t have a cause, and that would draw attention, besides. It made more sense to keep the babbling band and appear stronger than we were when the time came. Nealan, after he’d finally finished his complaining, stretched quickly and mewed, telling me we were safe for the night; no one was coming. I nodded and scratched his head, his quiet purring comforting me, before relaying the information to Cujo. ”We’re clear for the night. No one suspects us.” That was always valuable information to know, especially when you didn’t know when someone would happen to stumble upon us. Knights had an annoying way of stumbling into things that they had no business stumbling into. [/size]
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Sept 5, 2009 10:53:44 GMT -6
Cujo nodded absentmindedly as Kallen said there were a few influential people's homes they could burn. That could work, but only if they were careful about it. They'd have to make it appear like it wasn't arson.
The Rebellion couldn't being suspicion to themselves, not yet. Not this early in their plotting. Cujo narrowed his eyes as he considered what Kallen had said. Since his accomplice hadn't given him any specific places, he couldn't really say where they'd set the fire. Cujo hated being so dependent upon another person; it made him feel weak. "I want the fire to look like it was accidental," Cujo said, deciding to at least share that part of his plan. He had yet to develop the rest of it.
Silence surrounded them as Cujo considered to plot, lost in his own demonic thoughts of death, destruction, murder, and arson. When a quiet mewling pulled Cujo from his thoughts, he turned to Kallen. Knowing it was Nealan, Kallen's cat, Cujo waited for his accomplice's comment.
The cat had proved quiet useful; it prowled around outside, seeing if there were any humans poking around where they shouldn't be. If there was ever anyone (which had only happened once, right when they had started revamping the Diamond) around, Nealan told Kallen, and Kallen told him. Then Cujo took care of it. Or told Kallen to take care of it, depending on his mood.
Cujo sighed silently, fingering the amber-colored eardrop in his left lobe, leaning heavily to the side. Kallen had told him all was clear; things could proceed as soon as their agenda was set. "Are any of these 'influential people' in the Upper City? I'd love to see one of them burn," Cujo said, a bloodthirsty light showing in his gray eyes.
Reaching to his left, he picked up the tankard that was sitting on the small table set next to his chair. The tankard was still full; he hadn't drank anything yet tonight. He sipped the ale, a smirk on his lips as he set the cup down. "If there is a place in the Upper City, perhaps on the East side, we could start a riot as well as the fire. Surely these fools can manage that." He gestured to the underlings that were now submersed in their drinks again.
Tonight was going to be fun. [/size]
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Kallen
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Post by Kallen on Sept 7, 2009 20:44:40 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I nodded at Cujo's question. There are several in the Upper City." There were more in the Upper City than in the Lower City, as a matter of fact. Few of the persons that would be the most beneficial in torment lived in the Upper City. They thought it was safer. How wrong they were.
I patted Nealan's head absently, running quickly through the different spots close by. There was a noble in particular that was an important knight, and his family lived right on the East Side. He was annoying, and I disliked him more than most. He had this annoying habit of taking peasant women from the Lower City and having his way with them. That irked me more than anything, that they thought he could get away with things like that. It wasn't right. They wouldn't do that if they knew that someone would find out. They wouldn't do it if they didn't think they were more important than everyone else. And what about the women, and their families? Didn't they deserve the same respect that the Upper City scum recieved?
"I know one in the East Side." I growled. My thoughts had angered me more than I thought, and my voice was full of raw emotion. I hit myself mentally. I should have controlled myself before I spoke. It wasn't like me, but men like that made me so mad... I couldn't stand to keep it inside. My fingers curled into fists at my side. Neal mewed his protest, and I realized I'd grabbed a hank of his hair. I apologized to him under my breath, petting the fur back into place. He gave me a fierce look before he resumed his purring. I apologized several more times, then closed my eyes before I spoke again. I needed control of myself. I didn't want Cujo questioning my ability to serve him right. I could do it. In fact, I'd be more than glad to do it. I couldn't wish that someone in his family got hurt, but I almost could. I almost hated him enough that I didn't care if they were innocent. But they were innocent, and they didn't deserve to get hurt because he was a jerk.
"How do you plan to start a riot?" I asked quietly. I could see the fire, and hiding it so they wouldn't be found, but I couldn't see how we were going to incoorporate a riot into it as well. But Cujo knew what he wanted, and what he was talking about, so I trusted him. I'd follow him to the death until I found someone I liked better. [/size]
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Sept 7, 2009 21:29:12 GMT -6
Cujo's eyebrow raised almost imperceptibly, wondering where Kallen's sudden anger had come from. 'There must be something particularily bad about the noble in question,' Cujo thought not sure if he was pleased that he would be dealing with a noble causing trouble in Corus.
But maybe the trouble wasn't with other nobles. Either way, there were too many questions he'd have to ask to get it all sorted out. He didn't care enough. As long as the person was relatively important and would be missed, he didn't care. He didn't care if he had a family; they could die with him, for all Cujo cared. He'd enjoy hearing them scream, actually. If there was a way to make his family die before him, that would be better than just killing the guy. Make him watch his family scream in pain while he was forced to look.
The thought made Cujo's lips pull into a dark, sinister smile. A few of his underlings that had looked over at him edged away uneasily, the murderous look on his face frightening them. The next time Kallen spoke he seemed to have managed to control his anger. "Who said I was starting the riot?" he replied, his voice borderline haughty. He set his elbows on the arms of his "throne" and folded his hands before him.
"Though that isn't saying I won't be attending," he muttered, more to himself than to Kallen. "Does our target have children?" [/size][/color]
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Kallen
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Post by Kallen on Sept 12, 2009 20:21:35 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I grinned. Cujo expected anyone else to start the riot, of course. I thought briefly. ”Will a few whispered words to the crowd come to watch the fire suffice?” I asked, thinking thoughtfully. I’d love to be in the thick of the crowd, helping to start the fighting. I’d enjoy beating a few people, a few of those haughty nobles could do with a black eye or a slash with my knife. And Neal would enjoy exercising his claws a bit. But Cujo would be attending, so it’d have to be done well, and thoroughly. Not that every other time wasn’t done well and thorough, it just usually wasn’t done to the best of my ability. I saw no need to waste all my energy when the task would take just a fraction.
I started mentally at Cujo’s mention of the children, but didn’t let it show. I’d already shown too much preference this night. ”Yes. Five, two boys and three girls. They’re all very young.” ’And they don’t know what their father’s done.’ I added mentally. I didn’t particularly care to hurt the children, nor the mother, but I’d do it. He really did deserve it, that… I cursed him quietly, under my breath. Of course, I could probably have one of the idiots that came to it. Then I’d have clean hands still, and yet, the job would get done. I nodded. That would work. I could live with that.
All thought of the anger I had experience before I shoved to the back of my mind. I’d have to be clear headed to do this. I always had to be clear headed, but that seemed exceedingly hard at the moment. But I managed to get rid of the feeling, and I sank back into my usual calm. The shadows swallowed me again, and Neal purred quietly, reading my success in taming my emotions.
”When did you want us to head out?” I asked Cujo, mentally deciding who I’d take with me. Only the best of the idiots. I needed it to be good, because fires were always unpredictable, and I needed people who decently knew what they were doing and how to follow orders. Of course, if Cujo asked someone else to go, I’d relent, because I could do with only a few people who knew what they were doing. I wanted to go soon. I wanted to make sure it was good and done by the time it got too bright out. I hated being out when there weren’t enough shadows to hide in. You were just altogether too noticeable then. [/size]
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Sept 12, 2009 22:16:44 GMT -6
Cujo nodded, his gaze set on the wall across the room, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. A few whispered words would do well, he suspected. If they were chosen carefully and put into the right ears, it would go quite nicely. A bloody riot was just what he was in the mood for; he had sat out of a lot of the mischif-making; tonight he would--no, could not. He needed to do something beneficial to their cause.
"That will work," he replied. A moment later Kallen answered his question about the children. Five? Who needed five squalling brats running undertoe and getting in the way? Only nobles were stupid enough to have more than two of the wretched things. Then again, nobles could care for more than two. 'Maybe that's why they have so many children,' Cujo mused. 'They need something to do with all their coin.'
"Kill all but one girl. I want her brought back to me. Leave something in the fire to resemble her remains; I don't care what you use. Make it appear like she burned or was crushed by a falling beam; it doesn't matter. But I want that girl," he said, shifting his gaze to Kallen's. His light grey eyes bored into his accomplice's, hoping the meaning of his words would stick.
He wasn't sure what he would do with her yet, but she may come in handy later. Children always made good bargaining tools; nobles fell head over heels when they heard of a noble child being endangered.
"Take whomever you wish with you; I'll follow you from a distance. No matter what happens, do not talk to me while we are outside of this building. If someone sees us conversing, they may have brains enough to figure out what we're planning." He paused, another thought leaping into his head.
"Or they'll think we're together. Though, honestly, I don't get why people in this gods-forsaken country would think like that; it's disgusting." Cujo's grimanced and tossed his head so his hair wasn't in his eyes.
He took another sip from his tankard before glancing down at Kallen. "We'll leave the moment you are ready," he told him, smiling that terrifying smile once again. [/size][/color] // 419 words (with codes, excluding this)...//
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Kallen
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Post by Kallen on Sept 14, 2009 20:24:30 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I nodded. I'd whisper a few words, send tingles up a few backs, and we'd have the bloody riot Cujo obviously craved. It shouldn't be too hard, with the fear and dislike of the war with Scanra already sitting in the back of their minds. Just a few words to sow hatred against each other and we'd have heads rolling. I almost looked forward to it... I'd probably be right in the thick of it tonight. I'd give Cujo his girl, for whatever he wanted her for, and then get right back in. Or I'd just set her somewhere and never leave... that would be ideal, but there'd be no way to be sure that she got to him... I'd have to think about it a little more, but I had a feeling that Cujo was getting a little impatient for the action.
"I can do that, easily." I answered quietly. I was good at making things look opposite what they were. It was something I picked up on the streets, so I wasn't blamed for things that I'd done. Much easier to put the blame on someone else and get off clean, so you can do it a couple more times. Of course, they start to get suspicious after you've done it a couple times, but usually a couple times was all that was necessary.
I stood quietly and surveyed the room, seeing who'd felt the need to appear tonight. I noticed immediately that one of my chief arsonists was missing; I'd have to find him later and make sure he knew that that wasn't an option anymore. I started down my list mentally, picking out his replacement and deciding on the few others that I would need to accompany me. One that could start the fire, one that could lay the materials, one to stand guard, one to watch the family... I picked out the heads one by one, going through each individual possibility, con and pro. It took me little time, and soon I'd turned to Cujo. "We'll leave as soon as I get my men ready. It shouldn't take long." I started calling out names, watching heads turn toward me as they realized what was going on. My, they were slow. "You'll be coming with me. Get your things." They'd know what they needed; I'd picked them for a reason, and they were aware of what they were good at. They'd grab what they knew they'd need for this without needing be told. At least I could count on them for that much.
I stepped quietly down the stairs and slid into a dark corner, picking up a dark cloak. It was all I'd need. That was what the others were for. I just needed to have a hood to cover my face. I threw it around my shoulders and pulled the hood down to cover my eyes before moving back up to my spot next to Cujo, waiting for the others to come back. For some reason I had a bad feeling about this specific task, but I couldn't pinpoint why, exactly. I shifted nervously, watching the newly-cloaked figures walk clumsily back in. Great, several of them were more than slightly drunk. It just added further to my feeling of forboding. They wouldn't be able to do it right... but I shifted that to the back of my mind. They could never do it right, so it wouldn't be much different. I'd just have to pick up the extra pieces, and I did that alot. Nothing special about tonight. I told myself that repeatedly as the figures assembled themselves in a line in front of me, glancing nervously at Cujo.
"Done." I said under my breath, just loud enough for Cujo to hear. "With your leave...?" [/color]
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Sept 20, 2009 22:19:30 GMT -6
Cujo watched as Kallen called to the people he needed. None of his choices were horrible; perhaps not his first pick, but definitely ones he would consider. His favorite arsonist was gone; that disappointed Cujo. He'd have to tell the man when he saw him next. Maybe give him a little...Gift, too. ((Get it?!))
By the time everyone had reappeared, Cujo had drank half of the tankard. Sure, sixteen-year-old boys drinking wasn't entirely common, but he had been thirsty. The ale had been at hand, so he had drunk it. He knew Kallen was no fan of ale; his underlings, on the other hand... Obviously, they were.
Cujo stood when Kallen said they were ready, and he couldn't help but notice how everyone kept shooting him nervous glances. He smirked slightly; it was good to keep them afraid. If they were afraid of him, they would obey without questioning. If they weren't, they wouldn't listen.
"I'll follow you from a distance," Cujo said, his words just as quiet as his accomlice's had been. "Make sure these fools don't talk to one another and blurt out our plan," he said, the barest hint of contemt and anger creeping into his voice. He loathed idiots; they made him sick. Scanrans were supposed to be the stupid ones; at least, in this country they were.
From Cujo's point of view, they were much smarter than these people would ever be. [/color][/size]
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Kallen
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Post by Kallen on Sept 23, 2009 15:51:56 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I nodded. ”They won’t do anything that I don’t tell them to.” I could trust them to listen to me. Because they knew if they didn’t, Cujo would attend to it personally, if I didn’t. And neither would be pleasant for them. I turned back toward the men, who stood in their solitary line. I could tell they were nervous about Cujo sitting there, and that they’d be better once he was out of sight. Out of their sight, at least. I flicked my fingers slightly toward the door and they filed out, still glancing behind them to make sure that Cujo wasn’t going to strike them when they turned their backs. Not that he couldn’t. But I figured Cujo would rather see the pain that crossed their faces just before death, anyway.
I waited a moment for them to leave, just standing. I still couldn’t shake the feeling off that something was going to happen now, something bad. ’It’s not going to go as planned’ a voice whispered in the back of my head. But it wasn’t like I could back out now, even if I’d wanted to. Cujo was counting on me for this job, and besides, I wasn’t one to back off just because a little bit of danger presented itself. Heck, I’d done worse than start a fire and a riot to go with it.
I shook my head minutely at my nonsense and followed them out the door. They waited in a small circle; I had to lead them to wherever it was they were going, because I hadn’t told them. I gave them all a hard look. ”You know what we’re doing, get it done. Make sure all are killed but one girl.” Without any other words, I set off at a brisk pace ahead of them. They scatter behind me, each taking a slightly different route so we’d stay inconspicuous. My cloak billowed behind me, taking up twice my normal space, but I didn’t mind. Tonight I was part of the crowd, and being noticed wouldn’t be as big a deal. Though it rubbed against the grain to do this, it didn’t bug me much. I wasn’t going to be doing the dirty work tonight.
I saw a man walk down an alley that I crossed, hiding in shadows so deep that only those who knew he was there would see him. Those few and myself, of course. Few people could stay out of my sight, and those few I was sure to keep close tabs on. I knew this city like I knew the scars on my hands, every aspect of every one. They were keeping up. Good. I recognized this man as the replacement for my arsonist. He wasn’t bad at keeping to the shadows, I noted. We’d see how he did tonight on the fire, and if he did well, he could replace the one that was missing. That one was always getting himself seen, and even if he was a good actor, it was bad for people to know his face.
We arrived at the house soon enough, and I leaned against a house, feigning an interest in a non-existent spot in my cloak. I flashed a glance at the house, and my men knew immediately which one it was. Then I walked into a bar across the street and sat in a table, ordering a Barley Water. I watched the shadows around the house out of the corner of my eye. They were moving fast. Good. Maybe this night would get over sooner than I’d thought. I was glad of that; I still couldn’t seem to shake the bad feeling. Someone set my drink in front of me, and I lifted it to my lips, sniffing it quickly to make sure there was nothing unwanted in it. I took a long draft and focused on pushing the feeling of dread to the back of my mind. It took me longer than I’d thought it would, but I got it done easily enough. I finished off the drink and laid a coin on the table, walking swiftly out as a blaze caught my gaze. It had started. Here went nothing. [/size]
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Cujo
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Post by Cujo on Sept 23, 2009 21:42:50 GMT -6
Cujo watched, bemused, as the underlings proceeded Kallen out of the Diamond. They all looked terrified; something he took great pride in. He had worked hard to make the men decades older than him afraid of what he could do, and it hadn't been that easy of a task.
As soon as Kallen disappeared through the door, Cujo stepped down. "You clods all stay here," he said, just loud enough for all of them to hear. He knew they'd listen; they would be too afriad to disobey him.
He followed the crowd, only spotting them every once in a while. It was easy enough to predict where they would be, though; Cujo had told them how to leave discreet, unnoticeable signs. Little gouges in wooden beams that were too deep to be worn spots, a scuff in the dirt that was out of the way so others wouldn't muss it up. (Of course, Cujo deliberately messed up all the signs they left behind; who knew what sort of people could be following him?)
It didn't take long for them to reach their destination; Cujo had turned a street before the others and was soon able to see flames rising above the rooftops.
He could hear startled screams from the people witnessing the fire; now he just had to wait until he heard angry shouts instead of distressed ones. [/size][/color]
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Kallen
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Post by Kallen on Sept 27, 2009 19:01:47 GMT -6
[Kallen:]
I smirked slightly. This guy was definitely my new favorite arsonist. The other guy might be... well, put to other uses. Like food for Neal. He would appreciate that... but I had a feeling that Cujo would disapprove slightly. Oh well, Neal would have to go hunting. He was particularly good at that, though, so he wouldn't suffer any. In fact, he liked to brag about what he caught. He did so often.
I walked into the already large crowd, acting the part of the surprised traveler. No one knew me here, I was sure; it was hard to keep tabs on someone like me. Most of the people that had known me when I was young thought I'd died a long time ago. I'd been careful to make sure my appearance changed after I'd decided to die. Now I was just another one of them. I grinned slightly, but hid it beneath the hood of my cloak. People were so easy to fool.
'What's happened?' 'I know them!' 'Look! A house is on fire!' The originality of these people amazed me. I ducked between some people to get closer, watching intently. They weren't coming out. I knew they hadn't come out already, because they'd be careful making sure it was done properly. Otherwise Cujo wouldn't suffer them to live, I knew. The shadows were flying around the house, but I watched them intently, anyway. That was where they'd be escaping, because they had no wits about them. They would attempt it because it was the least likely they'd be seen, even if it wasn't true. The shadows could and would jump at any time, exposing them. But they weren't smart enough to realize that. Of course they weren't. I hadn't actually trained them in anything, and I wasn't about to.
There they were. And I could see the girl with them. They looked around quickly, wondering what to do. 'You morons, bring them back to the Diamond!' my thoughts should have been loud enough for them to hear from miles away, but apparently they were deaf. They saw me and started toward me. How idiotic could they get? Bringing a hostage into the middle of the crowd!?!? I shook my head slightly and gestured in the direction of the Diamond, holding three fingers to show that they didn't all need to go, as, apparently, they would have thought otherwise. I watched them turn into a huddle to decide. Honestly, was it that hard to send three people back and the rest of them to make themselves blend with the crowd?! I shook my head and cleared it. I couldn't afford to be distracted. This needed to be done right.
They finally decided who was to go where, and I watched them disperse impatiently. I couldn’t start this until I knew Cujo would get what he wanted. And I wanted to start it now. I didn’t want to wait any longer. My bad feeling wasn’t improving as this went well. This needed to get done. I watched as they dispersed themselves to the crowd, amazingly unbeknownst to them. I was amazed that anything could be more stupid than the idiots that adored the rebellion so. But apparently, it wasn’t unheard of.
I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for the opportune moment. It had to be timed perfectly… and there. They were all in place. I slipped closer to the person next to me, as silently as Neal. ”I heard that he’s on a rampage, he’ll burn everyone’s homes until he’s stopped.” I whispered. I left ‘who’ for him to figure out. I just needed him to attack someone else. After that, it really wasn’t important. I stepped back as he processed this, and then he jumped at the man in front of him. I grinned in the deep shadow of my cloak. This was going to be too easy. I pushed the uneasy feeling to the back of my mind. How could anything go wrong when it was this easy to mess with people’s feelings?
I shoved the guy next to me into someone else, and immediately a fight ensued. This was way too easy. One of the men behind us drew his knife and jumped at someone else, and I knew immediately it was one of mine. Good. They understood. Maybe I could slip away unnoticed, get out of her before anything really dangerous happened. Then I wouldn’t even have to think about the feeling earlier. I must have just eaten something wrong or something. Obviously it wasn’t based on any kind of fact.
I turned around and started sliding between people who were so intent on hurting something that they didn’t notice me. That and I was as quiet and graceful as a cat. Neal had taught me a lot in the arts of going unnoticed. Blood splattered on my face suddenly, and I glanced at the source. This was going to be more bloody than I could have foretold, if it was already splattering people that were ‘uninvolved’. That was always a good thing. It meant that it was actually going to mean something to those idiots who thought they were better than the lower class. That was what I was going for all the time.
I heard a knife unsheathe behind me but thought nothing of it, because of all the things going on around here. No one would notice me right now. I was good at that. But I felt the wind rushing past me as the knife slid by, and I jumped out of the way just before I would have received a substantial slash to my right arm, which could have proved harmful. I glared at my attacker. It caught me off guard when I looked into the face of my new favorite arsonist. It was twisted in rage, and I drew my knife instantly. I wasn’t going to suffer from this. He was going to die. I wouldn’t put up with a rebel in my group.
”Don’t try it.” I growled, and he started a moment before he growled in response. Then he lunged at me, and I parried his attack. I hated to kill this guy. He was going to be good, but after the first attack, I wasn’t going to let him live. I wasn’t going to put up with it. [/color][/size]
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Cujo
Rebel
Leader of the Rebellion
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Post by Cujo on Oct 1, 2009 21:38:40 GMT -6
Cujo sighed as he watched from the alleyway he'd slipped into as the rebels under Kallen's command all but walked into the crowd with the girl. She would be considered cute by many, with her soft brown curls. Cujo didn't think she was, however; he just saw a bargainig tool and the terrified face of a child. 'Good; if she's scared, she won't fight.'
A deathly smirk crossed Cujo's lips briefly; it was one of the smirks that made his underlings shy away from him in fear. When the underlings had finally dispatched three of their own to take the girl back to the Diamond, Cujo watched the ones left intently. They caught on to what Kallen was doing, starting fights and whispering to people as they passed silently by.
The arsonist caught Cujo's gaze as he neared on Kallen; surely he wouldn't be so stupid as to approach him? Then he saw the glint of steel in the arsonist's hand. He would die for that mistake, Cujo knew; he wouldn't even have to do anything about it. Kallen could handle himself; aside from that, he'd wanted to see his accomplice in a fight for a while now. This seemed the perfect opprotunity to do so.
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