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    Post by Guest 30th March 2016, 3:56 pm

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
    the destroyer of worlds
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    Marceline quietly plucked a paper off the job board and ran her eyes across the words that had been written upon it. It was a B rank job, but she knew if she could get someone to go along with her on the job, it would be totally allowed. However, there were very little people that she knew would go on a job with her, without degrading or belittling her. Plus, she didn't want to bother Raiza after having just recently gone on a job with him; she needed someone else to bother. Who could she bother though? Viktor was far too strange of an old man to try to pest, plus he kind of scared her. Dubhlainn. . . would he go on a job with her? Probably not. He seemed to disapprove of her when she had first joined. The woman sighed and plucked at the tall collar of her crimson cloak, then let her eyes wander over the guild hall.

    Afterward, the woman turned on her heels and walked over to the bartender, slapping the piece of paper down in front of them. "I want you to sign me up and whoever decides to come with me. Don't think so willy nilly either, that's an order!" she stated. With that being said, the woman spun back around on her heels and looked to the guild hall and the people within it. "Does anyone want to come on a job with me?" Marcy called out with that lilted, yet menacingly sweet voice. Now, she just had to wait to see if anyone would join her, if not. . . she'd just find another job to go on. As if that was easy to do though; it was a lot easier said than done, and she wasn't up to doing much work. Quietly, the mage would take a seat on one of the stools by the bar, resting her elbows on the counter top as she waited.
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    Dubhlainn

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    Post by Dubhlainn 30th March 2016, 8:28 pm

    It was one of those days that it seem like it was about to rain, the Captain of the Guards sat on his desk, signing papers for the new roster of mages and members of his security team. A few of his fellow guardsmen were getting promoted, not just by surviving Savage Skull but also proved to have some physical prowess when it comes to self-defense and weapons training.

    Of course nobody can train these soldiers like Dubhlainn can, he’s the only one with combat experience when it comes to war. There were a few like him that he could name but it was disappointing to know that most members of Savage Skull would either have joined because they have a grudge over the Magic Council or perhaps joined just for profit. If Lord Harrigan realizes the nature of Savage Skull, he too would have been disappointed and the only efficient way that these “Mediocrities” can be of use is that they would serve as Cannon fodder.

    Dubhlainn knew what his master thinks; he can always find uses for them. If Dubhlainn were part of his chess pieces on the side of the board, he’d be the rook. He finished some paperwork and all that’s left to do is to have the Guildmaster sign them. As soon as he left them on the desk, he precedes downstairs ordering simple apple juice, his favorite. The Crimson Scholar seems eager to apply for an assassination job it seems, by the looks of it, if nobody answers her request then she would be hell bent on doing it herself. Like Javel she’d go on to this job recklessly alone, facing a squadron of Rune Knights. “You don’t have to badger our bartender just for you to get what you want, besides if nobody would like to go on a job with you then that is unfortunate and as luck would have it, I’m idle.”

    He’s implying that he’s going to accompany her on this job, unlike how Javel would prefer to attack an outpost, this one is in the Capital City of Crocus and this seems very dangerous.

    “I won’t force you to take me with you but the choice is yours.” Even if she decided to say no, he would follow her regardless, making sure no harm comes to the new members, after all despite the fact that she failed to make a first impression, he still sees some potential in her to become an asset and Lord Harrigan would be pleased.

    Fate probably had them both meet in the bar, such scene similar to that of Noir.


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    Post by Guest 31st March 2016, 9:00 am

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
    the destroyer of worlds
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    Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. . . Marceline glanced up from viewing her nails, nonchalantly crossing a leg over the other. "Going to. . . berate me over the treatment of fleshy sacks of meat?" the woman inquired, eyeing the Dullahan. A sigh would escape the slender throat of the lady before she pushed herself to her feet and dusted off her cloak. "If no one wanted to go with me, then I would be happy to go on my own, but seeing as you're here and you just offered yourself to me. . ." She let the sentence trail off on a rather sexual note, then flipped her silken hair over her shoulder and looked him over. "I suppose I can take you along. . . knowing you though, you look like someone who would just tag along, uninvited." Her words were harsh, though considering their former interactions, he wasn't someone to easily piss off. . . or was he?

    "Would you care to know what the job is or not really?" Marcy asked shortly after the little scolding that she gave. Though it hadn't been much of a scolding, she still found that it was possible to have come off as rude to him. "I don't know what rank you are, let alone what jobs you have gone on already; so, it may just be a repeat of one you've done." She shrugged and let her gaze fall back to the paper that rested on the counter by the bartender, who stared at the two. "Well, anyway, it's an assassination contract. . . you seem like the kind of person fit for a job as such, so. . ." The woman whirled on her toes and faced back to the bartender, motioning to them to sign Dubhlainn and her up. "Next question! How would you like to travel to Crocus? Care to have a bit of fun with traveling by ash or no?"
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    Post by Dubhlainn 1st April 2016, 12:51 am

    Funny how she started to sound like a few women he knows way back in the day. There were a lot who talked like her, giving others the cold shoulder but perhaps its safe to assume that its a woman's flair? He wasn't good in understanding women of his generation but he can feel what their intention was. She wasn't familiar with Dubhlainn but the same would apply to him as well, other than guarding the walls, Dubhlainn spent much time outside doing various jobs and commissioning to underworld services....

    ...just to pay for the extra costs of purchasing weapons for storage but what exactly is he preparing for?

    "Unfortunately I have to, this man has done good service for the guild being a bartender, anyone who's still alive can still be of some use to the guild, even a powerless one would have its own purpose, let's say for instance... he can be cannon fodder if he ever fails to meet expectations." He stared at the bartender, to which his words told him that he wasn't defending him, rather he must adjust to whoever his customer is or there will be consequences.

    It was just left with a warning and no words needed to be spoken about the bartender's conduct.

    "You seemed hesitant, if you refuse to take me with you then I'm ok with it, I also happen to be the one of the few people distributing job advertisements for the guild. That job your taking... you're going to face not just a squadron of Rune Knights, you'll have to face the King's Guard as well and I wouldn't underestimate them if I were you. Insisting on doing this job alone is suicide no matter how stealthy your approach be. The point is, you're taking a gamble with your life here, but I guess its an occupational hazard."

    He grabbed a cup of Apple juice and drank it as he finished his sentence.
    It seems that Marceline had accepted his offer and assistance, perhaps she understood the gravity of this mission. Its easy to kill one man but one can't say the same for an squadron. Decent Assassins were hard to find these days, Dubhlainn however doesn't classify himself as one, rather he's just a simply a lowly mercenary in a dark wizard's guild.

    "Whatever fits you, I am fine either way."


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    Post by Guest 1st April 2016, 9:44 am

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
    the destroyer of worlds
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    The Dullahan was right, all men, women, and children, equally, were useful to the guild, whether it be for cannon fodder or not. To a mage like her though, to the embodiment of Death and Decay, all things were useless, as they were not mortal. Everything died in her eyes, and when they died, they became a useless sack of flesh, meat, and bones for her to decay. That was the life of this beauty; a life of slaughtering the dead or killing those who had yet to die, but needed to. As he answered her, the woman stared at him with her ill begotten eyes, their red eyes intently observing Dubhlainn. He could be right all he wanted, but in her sense, in her view, everything was as useless as a bag of bones. They were meant for ash and nothing more, and ash was her only means of travel, so she kept those bones on her at all times.

    "For Death, everything is useless. You want to know why? It's because all things die, not everything is immortal like I am," she retorted.

    All things could not live forever, unless they were husks of shells like she was, sustained on the life essence of those she killed. A living, breathing, walking corpse, only animated by the demon souls that were harbored inside of her by Death's means. Her eyes darted down to her right hand, which curled into a claw, allowing for a flame-like, white energy to appear. It swirled and sparked like fire, breathing in the oxygen that most beings needed in order to live on with their lives. After a moment of staring at it, the woman closed her fingers around it, creating a fist and snuffing out its life. Could this man before her die if he stepped into her aura, that's what she was most curious about at the time. Could something as dead as her, be taken of its life by means of her magic? Or would he be the only one able to surpass the deadliness?

    "I cannot die," Marceline returned in a matter-of-factual voice, her eyes shifting back to look into Dubhlainn's with seriousness.

    Her hand went back inside of her cloak to hide, though it was grasping hold of a pouch that rest on her right hip. "Those knights get near me and their lives will start to drain before they can even come close to touching me. I was designed to be a creature of avoidance, one that you can't get close enough to without earning yourself some kind of injury." She didn't want to go into the details of how her magic worked, mostly because she, herself, didn't quite understand. Perhaps, when she learned a bit more, Dubhlainn would care to know, he seemed like someone who loved learning new things. Maybe she was wrong though, it was hard to tell what this Dullahan liked and didn't like; hard to get a reading off him. Marcy frowned and her hand came out from her cloak again, blowing the ash into Dubhlainn's face, where it began swirling around him.

    Marceline's own body began to disintegrate into the same style of ash blown at her partner, until nothing was left of her, but a cloud of ash. This cloud of ash darted toward the doors of Savage Skull, slipping through the cracks, and out into the open air. From there, the ashes were swept up by the wind, tumbling and rolling through the sky as they were carried off to Crocus. Unfortunately, she already had a pretty bad reputation in Crocus, after the little incident job she had with Raiza. Hopefully, that house was restored by now and the woman had long since forgotten about her ever raping her. Or maybe she died from the sustained injuries her magic had given the woman, then she wouldn't have to worry at all. Then again, would anyone recognize her in that kingdom, considering that now, she was a woman rather than a man.

    Before long, they would arrive at a back alley, Marcy shifting back into her form as the ashes swirled together and dispersed.

    You don't suppose where he could be, do you? she thought to the voice in her head, looking for an answer.

    Just follow what your heart tells you, my dearest servant, and it will tell you where the living must die.
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    Post by Dubhlainn 2nd April 2016, 2:18 am

    “I cannot die.”

    Dubhlainn thought of that as the most unfortunate thing, mortals who were granted a long life span were doomed to madness from the very beginning, instead of meeting their ultimate future, they stagnated on that path of life and continued on living in a block of ice. He a certain old “Magus” that told him the same thing but he cannot die of age. He believed in every story the old magus told him, no matter how ridiculous it may sound, for someone like that “Old man” it doesn’t seem he would joke about these matters.

    It was a concept that can only be comprehended by the centurions (a term Mirai residents used for persons living more than a hundred years) themselves, their desire to go on living, not satisfied yet with what they have and stubbornly refused to take a step forward towards that stage of life. Perhaps they all seek out something very important, something more than what the average human life may obtain, for the Old Magus it was further knowledge, the beauty and splendor of what magic has to offer but for Marceline it was different, she’s starting to act as if she’s Mistress death herself in a personified form.

    Dubhlainn was convinced but of course not entirely.

    When Marceline explain the consequences then perhaps Dubhlainn would have been hinted of her curse, it was probably because of that that she has yet to meet someone like her, who cannot die of age or can be affected by what she can do regardless. She was an Eve… lost in the dark without her Adam and so he decided not to question such matter in order to respect her.

    At first, Dubhlainn had not truly understand what she meant by “Travel by Ash” but now it has become apparent that they were literally going to travel by ashes. His vision blurs as his being was trapped in the ashes of Marceline herself, a few images that doesn’t seem to be of his memories flashed before his eyes if so it was probably parts of Marceline’s past. He must not speak of what he saw during the journey in terms of the immortal it was just the same as peeking at someone who’s trying to undress themselves and he would earn her scorn.

    This wasn’t intended but its that’s probably going to be her reaction if she found out or rather she would be apathetic about it, either way he wish not to see the curse she had lived or he will feel sympathy. His stone faced demeanor has not changed and when they arrived, Dubhlainn couldn’t be but a bit disappointed that they left all of the sudden without getting the chance to acquire some of Dubhlainn’s weapons in the guild.

    He did have a weapons cache in Crocus but it lacked explosives.

    Dubhlainn could hear another voice but choose not to speak about it as his stone faced expression hid the fact that he had noticed. He walked outside to a street with citizens walking back and forth, they seemed to have ported near the plaza. “I’ll have to retrieve some of my arms here before we continue, if you’d allow it.”


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    Post by Guest 4th April 2016, 8:31 am

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    "You may do as you please," Marcy waved a hand at Dubhlainn willfully when he spoke, never looking to him. If he wanted to go to his arsenal, that was entirely all right with her because she wasn't one to keep people trapped at her side. She allowed them to freely roam if they wanted, and the less they were by her, the less potential of them dying. In fact, it made perfect sense for him to be able to go to his weapons; it was more time on her own and less by him. A hindrance of belief that he did not like her in the least bit, saw no potential in a creature such as herself. To her, he was a hard to please guy, but she wasn't there to impress, and by letting him go, she had a small set of freedom. "I'll be out in the city, awaiting your return before we begin this mission," she added after a short moment of silence.

    Marceline bounced out of the alleyway and started striding down the sidewalk, but no matter where she strode, something crumbled before her wake. It was either the cement of the sidewalk that cracked and fell to pieces or it was the brick buildings that met their match. She had to watch it all unfold around her as she walked through the streets of Crocus, and be unable to do anything about it. The sadness, that had subsided when they arrived at the kingdom, returned to her and she pouted at the sight. What would she be able to touch when all that was around her simply decayed if she remotely happened to be in its presence? Perhaps, if she ever found a way to stop her aura from taking as it pleased, she wouldn't see herself as much of a burden anymore.

    I sense the sadness in you. . . what is it, my lovely, little servant? What is bothering the mind of Death, herself?

    The voice stopped her in her tracks and she stood there, the aura eating away at whatever it could get its wisps on. Death, herself? she repeated the spoken words in her head, blackened eyes staring into the space ahead of her. She had always viewed herself as lower than Death, and now he was calling her His name, which she found strange. Was her magic so life-consuming that even He now considered her Death? What did that mean for herself now? Her eyes darted downward and stared at the black that was beneath her, the essence of Death, itself residing on the ground. Marcy found that she could will herself no farther than the few feet that it had taken her to leave that alleyway. Nothing in this world could stop Death, not even the one who controlled it, and she was beginning to fear the worst.

    Of course. . . you have my powers, should I not consider you Death as well? You control ever living being's ability to live. . .

    "I know I do," Marceline whispered, her hands move to entangle their fingers together in a tight, scared hold. "But Master, I would much rather not be considered so highly; you are who gave me this magic, please don't call me such. . ." She could not fathom the idea that she would ever become the level of her own master when he still ordered her around. Was he seeing her differently now? Her eyes lit up and she glanced from the darkness at her feet to the living world again. "If they all simply stay away from me, then they will not have the issue of dying, no? Just keep them all away. I can live in solitude for the rest of my life, just as the ancient priest did all those centuries ago when your magic was first discovered. Is that possible, Master? Is it possible to keep everyone away from me by simply living in solitude somewhere else?"

    No matter where you walk, my lovely, little servant, you will be taking life wherever you step, it is the consequence of immortality.

    "But I do not wish to live forever! I was fine with dying from that illness, you have essentially ruined my life, Master!" she yelled. Some people had stopped and looked at her, and she cleared her throat out of embarrassment before wandering away to get out of the prying eyes. "See what you made me do? I do not wish to live forever, you had cursed me with your magic all those centuries ago. I simply want to be dead." That was her one wish in the world and if there was a genie to grant it, she'd be happy.

    It would be only a matter of moment before she rushed into someone, stumbling backward and hitting the ground. Marcy glanced upward from her place, noticing the guards standing there, and the one she bumped into, looking down upon her. She looked away angrily and stood to her feet, dusting herself off before her hand was grabbed by the guard.

    "Let me go, Fool!" she growled, twisting her hand around, so that it touched the armor of the guard and began decaying it. Malice was in her eyes and the guard could clearly see the ill intent she had, beginning to reach for his weapon. Marcy simply stared into his eyes, as if challenging him to take the weapon from its sheath and fight her.
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    Post by Dubhlainn 4th April 2016, 11:30 am

    “Are you not aware that what you’re doing could be dangerous Dubhlainn?” The Old Magus sat on his desks as Dubhlainn starts reading documents that contained information from a folder. “If they so happen to discover your activities they might see you as a traitor.”

    “Let them perceive what they want of me, it matters not.”

    “Being an instructor for a Rune Knight Trainee Corps is quite generous of you, course I can understand why you needed the extra money, you can always find a job here in Garan, I’m willing to pay you a good sum for it to.” The Old Magus draws his pipe and starts to smoke.

    “I rather have it those men who are going to fight to defend their country live up to their profession in terms of becoming warriors, some rely on anti-magical items to rival against mages but little did they know that their methods had long become predictable.” Dubhlainn closes a folder and proceeds to open and read the next as the Magus passes it down.

    “IF they were to find out, what would you do then?” Of course that won’t be happening to Dubhlainn anytime soon considering his solitary nature, Dubhlainn drew the piece of information he was looking for as he hand it to Merlin for a copy. “Then I will accept whatever is coming to me, all in all I never did any true acts of betrayal for the guild but if they believe so then I cannot persuade them nor can I choose to run away from them either.”

    The magus sighed as he starts working on making a copy of the document.

    You know Dubhlainn, you were back to where you once was, was it because of that “day”.

    That day….

    That day when Dubhlainn’s Captain, the one who treated him as a friend, and equal and was more accepting than others had long deceased due to a fatal mistake, and that Captain’s fate was met at his hands. His own two hands were stained by her blood.

    “….. You’re probably right but that doesn’t mean I have stagnated Wise man, that dangerous poison is out there somewhere and I must find it before anyone does and destroys it.”

    “Whoever ingests that poison will rewrite one’s neurological systems and will come under the control of whoever administer that poison, even the will and spirit of the person will change drastically, the most dangerous part about it is that there cannot be any natural anti-bodies produced against it” Merlin stated.

    “Was Crawford part of your scheme Dubhlainn?”

    “No.. his case was different, I owe him a huge debt of gratitude and swore that I would serve him till the day he has realized his ambitions. While at that I shall search for that monstrousity of a poison and eliminate it before he or anyone finds out the existence of such powerful poison.”

    “Mm.. indeed not even magic can dispel it because it has anti-magical properties to which not even I can cure but other than that Dubhlainn… you may know what I’m about to say but I’ll say it anyways… continue down this road and death might embrace you for it.”




    Dubhlainn headed down to the Plaza, underneath one of the stones was a chest full of weapons that he had kept. An assault rifle, a Standard Rune Knight Blade, A crossbow and a sniper rifle, these were weapons reserved in this city in order to carry out an assassination but now it was needed and the day for its use has finally arrived. It was disappointing that he did not have any explosives at the time.

    Dubhlainn all in all didn’t consider himself to be a mage and in order to prove that, his method of work goes without the use of it, with the exception of preventing archive mages to read any kind of information on him. Among all those were mages, he mocked the idea and was a disgrace to all mages everywhere and would simply kill and fight one without the use of magic, only the sheer experience from his previous battles, his raw power and human capability alone marked him as a threat not to be overlooked.

    Dubhlainn grabbed his weapon of choice and returns to where Marceline would wait. He wasn’t surprised that the Rune Knights would make their daily patrols here but the amout of security was too damn heavy and it was just as he predicted, Marceline picked a job that might cost her life.

    Then again, Dubhlainn has forgotten that she cannot die but she can be “Sealed” and if death was too good for her, long slumber would completely devoid whatever remains of her humanity. The patrolling guards were already more than trouble enough.

    “I-Instructor Dubhlainn!” One of the Rune Knight guards called out to him, he was a former member of the trainee corps. “I see you’ve been assigned to this city.” Dubhlainn muttered.

    “Well yeah, thanks to your training I was able to pass the exams with flying colors and now, I get to serve by the King.” His student was one of the newest members of the Royal Guard, though Dubhlainn was supposed to be credited for being a good instructor, he refrains from doing so as he is contracted to a Dark Guild. Should they find out, he’d be deemed an enemy.

    In fact it’s funny that if either faction finds out, the consequences of his actions would make him both an enemy of the Azeron alliance and the Rune knights.

    “That’s good to hear” Dubhlain said.

    “By the way, what brings you to Crocus sir?” That was the question he wished not to be asked.

    “I’m trying to look for a suitable place, a land claim here in the capital, fortunately I was able to earn enough for it.”

    “I think you’d prefer the area beyond the plaza, up on the hills, from there you can see the Mercurius and the Dominus Flau. I hear they just liberated the area in order for more residents to come to the capital.” Any further conversation would likely to give Marceline the wrong impression about him leaving her in the dust.

    So he broke off and told his student that he must be on his way and waved goodbye to each other as he left.

    How troublesome that he had to bump into one of them. When he was on his way back, he found two Rune Knights heading down the alley after hearing a scream, judging from the pads they were ranked as squadron commanders.

    This is not good… Marceline drew attention to herself; Dubhlainn had to act fast before their cover is blown. He isn’t equipped with his tranquilizer that was the most unfortunate thing so he had no choice but to consort to measures that he did not favor himself. He put off his gloves and walked towards the two men with their backs turned.

    With his magic, they cannot feel him coming…

    This doesn’t conceal his appearance but it was good enough just for him to do this…

    He grabbed the napes of both the Squadron Commander’s necks and inserted and shot down magic into their nervous system, shutting them down completely… for awhile. In the old military days, there was a thing called the “Sleeper’s hold” which requires one to prevent the target from moving, they are to put pressure on one of the major veins of the target’s nervous system and put them to shock, shutting them down and putting them in an unconscious state.

    In terms of magic the same principle applies but with magic its more efficient.

    As the two Squadron Commanders fall down on the ground unconscious, Dubhlainn gives Marceline a penetrating stare. He grabbed her wrist and started to pull her through blocks past the Rune Knight Patrols and came into an area were Rune Knights would have already finished patrolling.

    “I’m willing to listen to why you’re acting on your own accord.”

    Gladly, there was no reason to fight off the Rune Knights just yet and it was fortunate for Dubhlainn to get her out of that situation, should he not have accompanied Marceline, she would have been sealed and imprisoned, given that she’s somehow deathless.


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    Marceline watched as the man went rigid, his hand stiffening on her wrist before relaxing and letting her go. The two squadron commanders fell unconscious to the ground and in their place stood Dubhlainn, who roughly grabbed her wrist. She was pulled along by the man, beyond the fallen guards, to a place where the Rune Knights would have already patrolled. He asked of her why she was acting on her own accord and she was taken aback by his abrasive nature toward it. Was she not her own being? Did he, too, simply see her as someone he could command around at his own free will? Shame filled her grayed cheeks with a red hue and she looked down to the cobblestone ground, yanking her wrist free. Marcy did not answer Dubhlainn at first, lightly rubbing her wrist that had now been abused by two strong men.

    "Stay away from me," she ordered, not wanting him to be within the confines of her life-eating aura right now. "Go back to your weapons and find something or someone else to bother; I can do this on my own. . . I'm not a weakling like you're making me out to be." A grimace appeared on her face as she looked up and dead in the eyes of the Dullahan, red optics glittering like fire. Her words did not answer the question he had asked of her, but she did not know the true answer to that. She did not act on her own accord, she acted on the accord of what Death wanted her to do, and sometimes, she made mistakes. The woman dropped her hands to her sides and glared at Dubhlainn for a moment longer before turning away. "Let's just find Gregor Cassel and kill him off; I don't want to be here any longer than you want to be here."

    It was more than likely that Gregor would be in the town square, especially if he was a politician who wanted the love of his people. Clearing her throat, the mage began walking in the opposite direction they had run from, heading toward the city center. "Gregor's a politician, so he's either going to be in the town square, trying to gain the love of his followers, or at the town hall." This was her instinct telling her where to go, just as Death had told her to follow where her heart wanted to lead her. Well, she didn't have a heart on that matter, at least not one that was beating, so she had to follow the next best thing. She was not an assassin of any sort, but the job description said it could be quite a loud kill if she wanted it to be. So, that was her plan, to draw as much attention as possible in order to reclaim the name of Savage Skull.

    Of all things though, what would Dubhlainn plan to do? Would he try to help her out or just sit on the sidelines and make sure she didn't die? She was really coming to despise this man beside her, when discovering he was mostly only helpful in getting her out of bad situations. For instance, she could have easily taken on those two squadron commanders if he hadn't been as quick as he had been. A frown appeared on her lips again and she looked around the city, the walls of buildings lining with the white tendrils of her aura. Stealth was not an option for her, unless she could learn how to kill people in her ash form, but she didn't. "You can do as you please, I guess, nothing's stopping you from doing otherwise; I just need to plan out how I'm going to get his head." Yes, she wanted Gregor Cassel's head on a pike and she would do anything in the world to make sure it happened.
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    Post by Dubhlainn 14th April 2016, 3:00 am

    He felt it.

    Although he wasn’t certain, his natural ability kicked in and her life eating aura didn’t seem to have taken full effect. She was troublesome; perhaps he was right in choosing to accompany her because she’s acting irrationally. “You aren’t aware what they are capable of Marceline, despite the fact that you cannot die, there’s always one more method they can try to punish you.” Eternity is a curse, death is bliss and when you stagnate from age, unable to move to the cycle of life, then it’s a fate much horrible than death.



    If death is a part of the cycle of life, anyone can be born again and whatever is left of their soul is forged into another to create a new one. If a soul cannot return to this cycle, they are prone to meet the “End”. To meet the end doesn’t mean when something dies, they can comeback as another person, to meet the end doesn’t mean when a limb is cut off from something, it will grow back, to meet the end doesn’t mean that a curse cannot be broken.

    Anything that exists has its beginnings and will definitely have an end.


    “Then all I can tell you is this, there’s no coming back for that woman once her existence starts to fade, not just the body. The soul will be lost and gone forever, not even my ability to defy death can surpass it, its absolution in its finest.” The Magus commented as he puffed a smoke.

    “Then how long do you think they can continue exist?” Dubhlainn asked.

    “I can’t say for certain but much like the latter, it all depends on the circumstances, death is nothing compared to the fate of the woman but if they can come back to this cycle, this destiny can be averted and she can rewrite her story in a new life.”

    The Magus words were terrifying, there’s no way he’s joking about this and just by looking at his eyes, there’s validity and the Old Magus doesn’t want to say a word about it, he must have witnessed the same scenarios over and over.

    “Does that apply only for her?”

    “It applies to all those who cannot die, and those to which death cannot claim or that has been rejected by the cycle, with the exception of the Godkin as they can never escape their own death, they simply just live long lives, drinking Ichor and such. Death has an important role in the life cycle and if one cannot meet death, they will instead meet the end. Even overwriting end with a new beginning is the most difficult of procedures, a power that’s far beyond my knowledge and control.”



    “Perhaps I have a suggestion but I fear you won’t like it.” Or perhaps he must not speak of it, since this was just a simple suggestion, she can choose to go with it or not.

    “If you can suppress your powers then perhaps you should go over to and seduce him, perhaps before we make our assassination its probably best that we get information about the Rune Knights from him.” He wouldn’t expect Marceline to go with this plan since it seems that she’s hellbent on killing him straight up in public but it wasn’t a bad plan either. Why did he suggest this?

    That’s easy, her mix of emotions and that grimace tells that there’s a bit of humanity left in her, which is more than enough, otherwise if she chooses to act independently, Dubhlainn will force himself up on the tallest building, hidden from view and ready to shoot anyone who would come near her, regardless.


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    Post by Guest 16th April 2016, 4:26 pm

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    Marcy stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at Dubhlainn, eyeing him with a mysterious look in her reddened eyes. She stood there silently, no way of knowing what was going through her brain from an outside point of view. A gentle wind brushed through her hair, then she looked away from her partner in crime and hunched a little, as if she was holding something close to her chest. Control of her aura was not an option; it ate whatever it wanted to eat and she could not stop it from eating whatever it wanted. Teeth bit down onto a neatly groomed fingernail, picking at and chewing off the enamel as she thought over his suggestion. It was no different to her than when she had raped Stephen Goodwill's wife and the middle-aged Mrs. Cooper. Only, this time around it would be a man that she raped; a gender that she hadn't yet touched base on sensually.

    "I. . . I can't suppress the aura, but I can still seduce him," she answered Dubhlainn, straightening her posture and glancing back at him.

    He would start to decay in her presence, but she could slow down the time that it took to decay in order to seduce him. Images flashed through her head, ideas of possibilities, actions she could take and still get the results she wanted. Marcy stared at the Dullahan with wide eyes, then found herself turning away again and proceeding the way she was going. The man would do what he needed to do, force himself up on top of a roof if he needed to, or follow her to find Gregor. It wouldn't be that hard to find the politician in such a large kingdom; he'd simply be where the crowds tended to gather. She could already hear loud preaching in the distance, as if some man was trying to gain the attention of his disciples. This sermonizing was what she followed to the town square, swinging her hips a little as she walked through the streets.

    "Oh my god, what's happening?!" someone called out as the aura of death spilling from Marceline's feet grabbed hold of them.

    Walking by, she turned her head a little to look at the complaining person, raised a hand in the formation of a mock gun, and pulled the "trigger." A bullet of death energy flew out from the tip of her pointer finger and straight into the heart of the NPC citizen, killing them. "Silence, impudent being," she stated to the corpse on the ground, then continued meandering her way to the fountain at the center. It was the fountain that this propagating was coming from, the booming of a male's deep voice rising over the rush of water. More and more people began to notice the strangeness of Marceline as she continued on her little "journey" to Gregor. They'd look down to a limb of their body and notice the creeping decay along their skin and make small remarks. These remarks though, would be silenced in a matter of seconds as she made eye contact with them when they looked to her.

    Each person, as she walked past them and made eye contact with them, would crumple to the ground in pain, holding their head, eyes rolled to the back of their head. Their mouths would be opened in a silent scream, unmoving, and resembling the weeping angels of Doctor Who. The soft clack of her heels and the preaching of Gregor Cassel were the only things that could be heard as silence fell over the crowd. Attention was brought to her, but she was smart enough to ignore it, coming to a stop at the base of the fountain. Marceline crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin, looking into the eyes of the politician on the fountain ledge. He was staring back down at her, his mouth slightly agape, like he had been stopped in the middle of the speech. This, of course, was not wrong, for the speech had come to a stop the moment she started to be noticed by everyone.

    His eyes darted down to her assets and he closed his mouth, swallowing hard; looks like she had his full attention now. Marcy extended a slender hand out in front of her, expecting the man to help her up onto the ledge of the fountain. Their hands intertwined, and as they did, the skin on Gregor's hand began to peel away into white death particles. He winced from the pain, but took no notice of it as Marceline hopped up onto the ledge and stood next to him. She winked at him, then leaned closer to him, whispering something into his ear and smiling before stepping away. At her words, the man went beet-red in the face, a bit of sweat appearing on his forehead from what she had whispered to him. The man swallowed hard again and opened his mouth as if to say something, but only quickly shut it after a while.

    Gregor noticed by now that parts of his limbs were starting to simply become bone, but he could effectively move them. Marceline and he connected eyes again and he began to back away from her, only to have her inch a bit closer. She grabbed hold of the tie around his neck and yanked him closer to her, face-to-face, eyes unmoving from each other. "Do you think you're going to get away from me so easily, mister?" Marcy inquired, moving in a little closer. Her lips brushed against his, but she never kissed him and merely pulled away, her facial expression hardening. "We have a few things for you to answer, would you mind answering them for us, Sweetie?" she added. "I have a thing or two I'd be willing to bargain for in return for a bit of information from you, what do you say?"

    She leaned in again and ran her tongue along his jawline seductively while he spoke, stuttering, "I-I. . . I. . . I mean. . . w-what do you want to know?"

    Marcy nipped at his ear. "Got anything on the Rune Knights, baby?"
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    Post by Dubhlainn 16th April 2016, 9:09 pm

    Perhaps it can't be helped. If her aura can't be suppressed like this then its fine for him, now he needs a place to mount his gun. His idea is taken but not entirely as the only liability that would give them both away was her powers. Why was she looking at him? Is she aware that he had seen glimpses of her memories? He better not ask anything stupid or he'll earn her fury. In accord to her decision, he acts independently, entering a public building, ascending a flight of stairs to reach the top floor. He hasn't lost track of her yet and jumps from building to building, because the crowd's attention was drawn by Gregor, he was able to move without being noticed and preferred to position himself in a high vantage point that shed no light at all.

    Now that he has settled down, he mounted his gun as he peers into the scope. The town square was flooded with people, much like a river, some moved and flowed like currents, entering and exiting the area. It was hard to see where Marceline is, she has intermingled in the crowds and if Dubhlain can't find her, he'll have to point his attention towards Gregor instead as Marceline would come on her own eventually.

    Earlier her she transformed into dust, but at that time he didn't feel the life eating aura and only felt it after she transformed back into herself. If he had to make a guess, then she's a unique form to which whenever she would dissolve into ashes, her powers would be weakened and all states of her magical properties are divided equally but when she's at her full form, that magic power is heavily concentrated and thus the life eating aura returns. Or perhaps that wasn't the case as he was inanimate inside the dust that he couldn't see what happened outside. It would take them a day to reach Crocus from their Guild but they only arrived here in minutes.

    Then she was talking to a voice, perhaps a second conscience? If it stirred her to attract such attention then he can assume she's completely bipolar and her powers fall into the state of "Self Suggestion" Self Suggestion is a mental state of an individual to which their personality would shift according to what weapon they use, what magic they use, its not just about the mood, rather the use of whatever she can, changes her completely.

    Now he can see clearly why she's considered to be extremely dangerous. Unfortunately that's something that Dubhlainn doesn't dare cross as it is not his business, then again there were disturbing images that were shot into his head. All the actions she committed, murder driven by two consciousness residing in the same body. The question he had to ask, what did she seek inside her madness that compelled her to obey the second consciousness? What is she expecting to find in the end?

    She had killed herself repeatedly so many times that she doesn't consider herself human anymore, she lacked closure with another and the sensation of humanity is all but almost gone. Decay, an aspect of time that affect all organic matter, perhaps her curse wasn't that of death.

    Was it the rapid acceleration of time? Its too soon to tell.

    Gregor suddenly stopped talking and it seems his attention was directed towards her, it was Marceline herself, and she alone drew close to Gregor, now that he's located his partner and the target. To avoid victims of Marceline's life eating aura, he would have to start shooting whoever comes close to her and he'd do this automatically. He quickly pulls out a suppressor and attached it to the gun barrel, so that whenever he shoots, nobody would hear it firing from his location.

    First and foremost, the only threats to her abilities are mages from the detention corps, even though she has the ability to turn herself to ash, they'd quickly vacuum her into a prism, trapping her completely. Her powers won't work on a prismatic barrier because its not even organic. So upon identifying any detention corps, he will shoot to kill in order to secure her escape. Upon shooting the first few who'd either intercept her or detention corps mages surrounding the town square, marceline would only have a few minutes to get out before they react.

    To her it should be plenty of time, but he dare not shoot yet, if and only if Marceline is done extracting information from the politician, he will let loose all the bullets in his magazine and evacuate the area before officials were able to locate where the sniper is firing from.


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    A unison of footsteps rang into the silence, metallic-sounding and resonating, marching toward where Marceline and the politician were. Her eyes darted upward from where they rest on the man's half-rotten face, watching as ten of the Rune Knights began to surround her. They had their shields pressed in front of them and their swords unsheathed, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Marcy let a smile slither across her lips and she pulled away from the politician, though never once let him go of her grasp.

    "Come on, boys, do you think I'm really gonna hurt him?" she inquired, stretching out her free arm to show she was playing innocent. Her grip tightened on the collar of Gregor's shirt though, rotting the cloth that was fasted together to create the garment. Unfortunately, her movement caused the guards to flinch, one making a move toward her, in which she simply shot a bullet-shaped orb at. This, she was not having to deal with; if they wanted to make a move toward her, then they better make it a unison raid. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair for her to simply pick them off one by one, it'd be far too easy for her to do so, in fact.

    The smirk on her face grew wider as the guard was forced backward from the impact of her magic striking him. His metal armor rusted and corroded where the bullet had struck, entering through the protective garb before dissipating. Not appeased by the turn out of her attack, she frowned and raked her gaze over the rest of the Rune Knights. Marceline then looked back to Gregor Cassel and yanked him closer to her, once again appearing almost as if she was going to kiss him. However, this time she pulled him in for it, capturing his face between her hands, rotting the remaining flesh from the bone. Chunks of his skin would fall in clumps to the ground before smoking and rotting into nothingness, leaving the muscle to follow suit. She held him trapped in her hands there for a moment, claws digging into the skin that now patched in areas where the decay had not yet reached.

    Blood covered the tops of her hands where the flesh had scrapped against her and fell to the ground, coating her ashen skin with deeper darkness. One blood-drenched hand snaked its way down from Gregor's face to the center of his chest, where she dug her claws gingerly into his skin. He made a sound through their locked lips, one of pain, but pleasure, groaning as her fingers dug deeper and harder. The flesh began to rot away like it had from his face, but with a quick, sharp movement, her hand forced its way inside of him. Her fingers wrapped around his beating hear and squeezed it lightly, causing the man to cry out in pain and blood spill from his lips. Marceline wrenched his heart from his chest, breaking the bones that protected the vital organ and raising it into the air, still beating. Gregor Cassel's eyes widened and he gasped a final breath before dropping to the ground in a pool of his own flesh and blood.

    Unfortunately, the spur of the moment had caused her to not get any information on the Rune Knights, which would likely piss Dubhlainn off, but oh well. In her hand, the once beating heart had now stopped and she let it fall from her blood-coated fingers to the ground with a smack.

    "This kill!" she shouted at them them in manic manner, "I take this kill in the name of Death and so be it that you bow to His fee and beg for your mercy!"

    The guards around her looked wide-eyed, almost hesitated, then surged forward at once to seize the dark mage. Marceline laughed loudly as they surrounded closer to her, only as they did so, her body crumbled to ash. A passing breeze swept her up and away from the crowd of now confused Rune Knights, bringing her toward Dubhlainn. She landed on the rooftop where he was and shifted back into her form, bending down to grab hold of his wrist and yank him to his feet.

    "All right, I angered them enough, let's get the hell out of here," Marcy snapped, beginning to crumble away into ash again. "Let's play a little game of cat and mouse, eh?" For the sounds of marching footsteps rang one again into the air.
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    Post by Dubhlainn 21st April 2016, 3:30 am

    She’s certainly putting up a show, perhaps its because she’s known to be a threat but now that they have seen her face, there’s no turning back for her as she was recognized as an enemy of justice.

    How stupid… she didn’t play this all to the end and instead she succumbed to her impulses. She thinks she cannot die, she thinks her curse is a blessing. Its not… and meeting the end is a fate horrible than death. His crosshairs were all over the place, scanning the area of any movement, as expected she’s not as cunning as he thought she’d be and no matter how much power she had, there’s no strength to suppress the urge to kill.

    Mediocrity, she could have just taken her time. The chance to gain some intel on the Rune Knights has failed and this will not bode well in progress. Perhaps it wouldn’t matter, Gregor might not have been the kind of person to give intel willingly despite being seduced. As she was devouring the politician, the crowds watched in horror as her powers devoured his flesh, muscles and the bone. What terrifying powers she must have.

    A pretty face wasted and violated.

    In that moment a thought came across his head. Perhaps killing her here would have been best.




    The Grand Magus held one sharp bullet and presented it to Dubhlainn in front of the table.

    “What is that?” Dubhlainn asked.

    “This.. is a bullet enchanted by the aspects of immortality, I call it the “Ambrosian Bullet.” He stated as he sat down across the table where Dubhlainn sat. “You intend on killing her? If I am not mistaken, she cannot be killed.”

    “True… true, but I refuse to believe she has been given immortality, because death does not grant immortality that would completely lose death’s credibility in doing its job, if that were the case, we would have all those that had died come back to life and it will create a crisis where no one can die. The Cycle will be broken and our reality would have collapsed centuries ago.”

    The magus continued on

    “I refuse to believe she was given immortality by an abstract being, so here’s a theory that I’m betting on; earlier I have mentioned she was banished from the cycle of life and death, correct? Her powers are an aspect of death, increasing the time of an organic compound, whereas all and everything may seem to be organic, and she exhumes the life from organic matter through the means of magic. Anything that takes life is not death, as death only ends it. Technically it’s a form of imperfect immortality, if so then it’s not a matter of being banished from the cycle. Think of the cycle as a clock, the existence of Marceline doesn’t travel clockwise but counter clockwise. In other words she was granted immortality through existing circumstances… let’s say she might have become a vampire… for instance. They consume life just to sustain their own, to which itself is considered an imperfection of immortality. While she had completely defied “death” she also acquired powers attuned to it. The purpose of this bullet is to remove to what has been protecting her from her powers, causing her to deteriorate. Her own powers will be used against her, creating her final conclusion. The choice to killing her is up to you Dubhlainn. This bullet cannot be affected by the concepts of death, but repels what keeps one from it.”

    Dubhlainn took the bullet, examining the symmetry. “A bullet specifically designed to kill Marceline, nullifies any form of immortality, allowing for death to chase her, or break the bonds between her and death.”

    “Its not something like the Longinus though, its not a blessed weapon, I prefer that you kill her when she’s at her most dangerous, however the choice is up to you, since you’re part of a Dark Guild, you won’t be using that item anytime soon.”

    “So what’s the real reason you wanted to kill her?”

    “According to the information my informants gave me…… she has no tolerance over her impulse.”



    He has only a window of opportunity to do it, to eliminate Marceline right here. Already her behavior during the entire mission had proven the Magus’s assumptions.

    What was preventing him from pulling the trigger?

    Take the shot
    Take the shot
    Take the shot…

    Every time his heart beats, he hears this voice..

    Take the shot
    Kill her
    Kill her
    Eliminate her
    Take the shot
    Take the shot…

    He pulled the trigger ending the life of a Rune Knight Squadron Commander, and emptied his clip, shooting all Rune Knight Mages in the area with such speed that after the first bullet case has been ejected from the rifle, the entire magazine would have been emptied before the first bullet casing would hit the ground. Dubhlainn took a breather, as he started to load the second magazine. No matter how important it is to do so, he cannot kill Marceline, death has yet to make her call, she hasn’t lost herself just yet and bits of humanity still remained in her and would still be asset to the Dark Guilds.

    Right before he was about to take to his crosshairs, Marceline grabbed him by the wrist. He steeled himself and turned to her, hearing her proposal about a chase. The King’s knights are already on the move searching around town. He shown an expression for the very first time on this mission, an expression as if one had just experienced fatigue.

    To one’s speculation it could have been the way Marceline killed the politician… no that wasn’t it.
    It was exhaustion, displacing his own impulse on other targets. The Grand Magus told him that only he can kill her…

    Does that mean he knew about the impulse he has? And if so, then this was his plan all along.
    “And where do you expect us to get away from? It will only take them minutes to initiate their lockdown of the city. Don’t tell me you’re expecting us both to fight an entire squadron of them?” As much as they both have the capabilities to sweep them over, Dubhlainn preferred not to fight as this was not part of their contract.

    She was starting to get a bit hysterical but perhaps that was because her hands were stained with blood. No point to objecting as any plan would do, otherwise…

    …. He’ll be forced to use his abilities.


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    And that. . . is where her humanity began. . .

    Marceline pulled her hand away from his wrist, leaving bloodstained streaks on his skin and his clothing respectively. Her eyes darted down to her hands, staring at them as if they were foreign objects simply attached to her body. The red matched the color of her eyes, though by now, much of the blood had begun to dry and crust on her. She bit her lip then looked back to Dubhlainn, her hands starting to shake as she realized who she was becoming. Decay was a part of the system of life; it was meant to be helpful, not harmful, it was meant to clean up the dead to make room for the living. . . Did he see her as a monster? Is that why it sounded like there was a hint of doubt in his voice about their survival? Maybe it wasn't doubt that rested on his voice, but rather, it was the want of her death etched into the sound waves.

    She remembered the blood on her face and reached both of her hands up to her mouth, harshly rubbing the blood off. Unfortunately, it only smeared together more with the blood that had been on her hands and wrists still wet. Perhaps this was a sign that she would be stained for life with the blood of her victims, and a show to all of the world. Marcy was a monster, that was all there was to it. If Dubhlainn wanted to shoot her down, then he better do it now. If this continued as it was already, it was very likely that what humanity she had left in her would simply be washed away. Blood would stain blood and the world would run red wherever she walked, that is the image she foresaw of herself. Death was no longer a companion or a helper, Death was who she was and the voice in her head was simply her subconscious.

    "Please. . ." she began, extending one of her hands toward him, as if saying she wanted the help that she needed. Her face was contorted in agony, misery. . . fear. . . of what would become of her if this was to continue any farther. The marching of feet could be heard nearing them, but Marceline did not budge from her place on the roof with Dubhlainn. If it came down to it, she would accept her fate with the Rune Knights and let them take her away for the murder of Gregor Cassel. However, the mission would only be successful if they got away or perhaps it would still be successful if only he got away? He was still a part of this job, she could be taken away while he made his grand escape and still find it a success, no? What difference would it make if she didn't make it out alive or if she didn't return home to Savage Skull because of her capture?

    Marcy's eyes darted behind Dubhlainn, noticing the first of the Rune Knight guards coming around a corner. She bit her lip and gritted her teeth again, thinking long and hard about the choice she was going to make. Her eyes flicked back to her partner; he had far much better potential than she had, would it matter if she left with him?

    Let him live. Make. Him. Run.

    She didn't want to leave Dubh though; he had been with her through this entire ordeal, he could get her out, too.

    What are you saying, stupid girl? Die for him.

    A deep breath in and she looked back to the marching Rune Knights, many of them now visible to the eye.

    Why are you hesitating? He's stronger than you, he has more potential than you.

    Her teeth ground against each other, her hand twitched the slightest amount toward Dubhlainn again, momentarily. She was hesitating far too much, but what choice did she have when she, too, valued her life as much as he valued his?

    You're worthless. . .

    In that instant her voice uttered those words in her head, the undead woman snatched his wrist into her hand and they burst into a cloud of ash. The ash flowed from the rooftop to the alleyway below, darting through it like a maze as it tried to frantically escape. If she could put some distance between Rune Knights and them, they had a chance of making it back to Savage Skull.
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    Shame, she dirtied his suit with the man they had killed, now Dubhlainn may be presented as an accomplice and there’s no way to conceal the stains naturally. Still recovering from the impulse he had just suppressed he steeled himself, hoping he doesn’t invert in front of her. Ultimately it was up to him to bring her down but not just yet.

    No…. its not her time
    No… not yet…
    The Hourglass states
    The eternal eulogy will stop…
    It will stop when it stops…





    “I’m leaving..” said Dubhlainn as he grabbed his overcoat

    “So soon? Its raining outside Dubhlainn, why don’t you stay here for awhile? Can you at least stop here just to chat for once?” The Magus asked, it seems he really wanted to spend some time with Dubhlainn.

    You have your puppets xxxxxxx, you have plenty of them to talk to.”

    “I wouldn’t call them puppets Dubhlainn, they have their own free will to decide what they should do and what they refuse to do.” That’s a given, but that made him think that he’s implying about him. Will Dubhlainn really kill her because he asked him to? Or will he kill her out of his own will and for her sake?

    This man, despite that he isn’t a magus fit for battle, his knowledge about magic is terrifying, that alone makes him dangerous. Dubhlainn gets the message he was trying to say, he exits outside to meet his horse. But in the end, it was all up the Lady Death herself to judge as Dubhlainn had no right to. The Grand Magus need not to worry about Dubhlainn’s decisions, he is someone he understands the value of life, after all he is a veteran who watched his comrades die and continued fighting as he shed tears of blood.

    “Maybe it’s time I arranged a personal visit myself…” the Grand Magus thought to himself.




    Dubhlainn was ready to fight, as his mission is to protect her in the first place, not to kill her. Clearly it wasn’t the right time and if he must dirty his hands some more, then so be it. He doesn’t have explosives with him as of this moment so the two of them would have to cram their way out of it. Marceline grabbed him once more as they had once again, “Traveled by Ash”. Eliminating the Rune Mages is top priority and vital to their escape, and if he can take them out, their chances of escape would increase.

    He wish not to reveal some of his abilities… but perhaps that’s the reason why one of them was so important. “If you wish to Marceline, don’t let me stop you in making your decisions, don’t let anyone stop you from doing so or choose for you.” Should they continue to escape, then there’s no need for Dubhlainn to engage, however if she calls it, then he’ll have to, but perhaps that was because he wanted to satisfy the inversion he had suppressed, subliming the urge in a form of combat.

    The Grand Magus implied that Dubhlainn was just a puppet himself, not once did Dubhlainn ever thought of what he was fighting for and all he can think of is outwitting his enemies with cunning and skill and only had Dubhlainn re-united with his “Captain” did he find some meaning in his battles. Of everything else, Dubhlainn wish to fight for something, a good reason to fight and something to be worth fighting for. If he refuses to fight for Marceline’s sake then he’s breaking his own code of honor.

    Now the decision rests in Marceline’s hands, this could go either way but it seems Dubhlainn is set on whatever Marceline wishes to do. It would not hurt to demonstrate what Dubhlainn really is capable of, after all not many members from Savage Skull had seen his abilities, only the Late Master Lord Harrigan Crawford had. |

    "Your orders..." As if Dubhlainn is telling her that on this mission, she is his master and he's not but a mere servant that must defend her at all cost.

    Pray she doesn't lose faith in her partner


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    Post by Guest 27th April 2016, 1:47 pm

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
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    "Prinzessin, was bist du tun Außenseite von deine Schlafzimmer? Tatest nicht der Arzt sagen du dass dies Luft ist schlecht für du?" one of Marceline's servants inquired of her.

    "Aber, Frau Agnise, ich wünsche spielen Außenseite mit Isaac," Marceline begged of her caretaker, pouting her bottom lip a little. Her tiny body was wracked with a coughing fit shortly after her response to the older woman, signaling to the lady that she was not fit for playing right now.

    The servant tisked her charge before shooing the young girl toward her bedroom doors again, opening them for her once they reached them. "Du brauchst deine schlafen, jung Dame," she ordered, a frown on her face as she glanced down at Marceline. "Wir wollen du besser baldigst werden." A hand was placed upon the princess's back and ushered her inside of her room.

    She was coughing far too much to say anything else to her lady-in-waiting, deciding that arguing with her will do no good. Marcy dashed over to her bed and climbed into it, pulling the covers back and wiggling underneath their warmth. Another cough rattled her body, her small fist moving up to her mouth to cover the air, blood splattering onto her hand. Smacking her lips together after the cough ended and running her tongue over her lips to remove the blood, she looked back up at Agnise. "Tut Bruder mich mit spielen versäumen?" Marcy questioned her servant, staring at her with her brown optics.

    "Ich bin sicher er versäumt du," Agnise answered her, giving Marceline a smile as she tucked the blanket closer to her charge.

    "Frau Agnise?" Marcy spoke the woman's name, still watching her with those pretty, deep brown eyes of hers.

    "Ja, Prinzessin?" she responded.

    "Ich liebe dich und du gehst dürfen," she stated, smiling back.


    The servant gave her a kiss on the forehead before walking toward her door and exiting her room, leaving Marceline to herself.


    "You're not stopping me from making my own decisions," she answered him after they had pitted in an alleyway for a minute. "I made this decision myself, we are going to get out of this capital with both of us still breathing the air. Understand me, Dubhlainn? Nothing is stopping me from making my own choices; this is what I wanted, this is what I'll get."

    She was tired of doing things for Death when she wanted to things for herself. Sick of killing people when she simply wanted friends. However, she was just a servant to Death, told to do what he wanted without question, even if it meant killing her own guild-mate. "I want us both living and breathing. I don't care what you think or what choice you decide to make, this is mine." Marcy grabbed his wrist again and shifted into her ashen form with him, sending off down the alleyways again for their escape.

    Another few meters and they'd land in another dark alley, where she changed back to her natural state with him. Her eyes narrowed as she heard him speak about giving orders to him, as if he expected her to tell him to fight. He was entirely wrong though; as much as she killed people, this was not something that she would allow on her part. Lives meant something, all lives did, and that's what she learned before she had died all those centuries ago.

    "I won't let you fight them!" she ordered, staring up at Dubhlainn with apparent anger in her eyes at what he said. "We're going to get out of this alive, whether I have to drag you out of this place or die trying to help you get out." To her, her life meant very little to what others lives meant to her; she had lived long enough to say that she didn't need to live anymore. Everyone else had things to live for. Hell, she had nothing, she lived to kill and killed to live, that's what made her being.

    Her red eyes glared at her guild-mate and she'd snatch his wrist up again and force them back into the cloud of ash. They'd travel another fifteen meters before they were shifted back into their natural state again, her eyeing him up.

    "I am not your master, I will never be your master. You are a living being, someone who can make their own choices. If you think I'm going to order you to go in there and get yourself killed over some damned knights, you're fucking wrong! Your life is just as valuable as mine, whether you'd let yourself die for me or not, understand that about yourself." While she didn't see her life as anything worth living for, she simply had said that to make him believe what she wanted.

    It couldn't be that far out where the edge of the city was, could it?
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    Post by Dubhlainn 27th April 2016, 10:18 pm

    And at last she finally revealed herself, whatever remains of her humanity is still within her. Hearing her words of concern had relieved him of ever deciding to kill her. Did his words woke her up? If so then it would just be temporary before she inverts her personality back to what it was, this is probably the only opportunity that he was able to meet herself in person. She spoke out of concern for her comrades and valued life more than he ever could. She knows all too well that Dubhlainn is hell bent on protecting Savage Skull members and if they stray, he'd use extreme measures in order to secure their safety, so she forced herself to remain alive for his sake.

    Funny that she sounds like a saint more than a sinner, a martyr who never wished to walk the thorns, but has too, perhaps he actually offended her without realizing it. Its not a matter of doubting Dubhlainn's abilities, she loved all living things and envies that she her life would never be normal as those who aren't chained by death. IF Dubhlainn died now, she's lament and blame herself for it, a burden the Veteran wished not for her to carry. He could fight without killing them if she wishes but perhaps she didn't know of his restraint, or the profession of an assassin that goes with it, choosing what to kill and what not to. The two Rune Knights Marceline encountered earlier....

    ... was his top students.

    "What if that's my choice?" Would she stop her if that's what he wanted?
    As soon as they materialize again, he'd grab her by the shoulders. "Calm down, I'm not your servant nor you are my master but when someone offers your their aid, you should accept it."

    "Listen, they started to lock down the city, now the only way for us to truly escape is to take out the rune mages that are preventing our routes. You wanted us both to get out of this alive then I will not fall to reckless action and fulfill that order." He kicked up a sewage cover.

    "BUt if you do not wish to engage them, then i hope you can endure the  stench of the sewers." To face the Division of Rune Knights? Or to endure the stench of the sewers? Rune mages would have long noticed that they are airborne, surely there'd be enough time for both of them to get out but what concerns Dubhlainn is a trap that could have been set out already.


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    Post by Guest 30th April 2016, 7:21 pm

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    He brought to her attention that it was possible what he wanted was his choice and his choice alone; would she defy what he wanted? She was a queen, she could easily order her subjects not to do what they most wanted to do, but as she had stated, she was not his master. Despite being the queen of the damned, the hellbent beauty, who simply wanted a life after death or nothing at all, she could not give him orders. If he wanted to defend her with his wholesome self, his entire life, with her own dependent on him, he would be allowed to do as such. Nothing would allow for her to be able to stop him in doing what he did best, and that was to protect members of Savage Skull. The one thing she did not want to see, however, was him being reckless in trying to keep the immortal mistress alive. "I am not alive, I am not dead; I do not breathe and neither live with a beating in my chest as you do, please don't do anything rash that could kill you."

    She ground her teeth as she was grabbed by the shoulders and commanded to calm down over the distraught nature of this event. "I will accept what I deem to be the correct thing; your aid was enough to kill the politician, aid me no longer if you wish." Marceline glared up at Dubhlainn, ready to combat any words that he thought would be perfect to use against her. However, he did not say anything on the topic thereafter and instead led into explanation that the city would be on lock down. It was too late now, she knew it; escape was futile and she had wasted the time trying to fly their way out of the maze. What choice did she have now? Dubhlainn was truly her only hope and the longer they stood there, the higher chance of capture. Looking away from him, an expression of defeat seemingly crossed over her face, but was banished soon enough.

    "I would typically not follow the orders of a peon, but seeing as I have no choice if I want to survive, then I might as well." Her eyes darted toward the sewer cover he pulled up and the rank smell of sewage rose up from the ground. If this was his plan, she was abhorred by it, though if she wanted to live, she would have to man up and get used to it. Marcy looked up at Dubhlainn momentarily again; however, a few seconds later and she was climbing down into the tunnels. It was wretched down there, the smell broiling in her nose and making her want to puke, but she held it back. She jumped down the remaining steps of the ladder and landed on the cement walkway of the smelly place. Moving out of the way, she'd wait for Dubhlainn to join her side and continue with what he had in mind for them.

    "Do you think I am a monster?" she'd ask once he joined her, simply wanting the truth of what he thought of her.
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    Post by Dubhlainn 30th April 2016, 10:59 pm

    She seemed to have agreed, the city is finally on lock down and of course it was almost impossible to pass the rune mages that could have positioned themselves around the city, they are the only ones that can prevent Marcy from escaping. He came down the manhole and drag the lid to cover their escape, he lit a lighter and lead Marceline to the right path. Dubhlainn had explored not only the surface of Crocus but as well as the sewage and the endless underground world to which he was trapped for 3 days till the Grand Magus had to pull him out of it.

    There was an entry way that lead towards that hell of an underground somewhere in the sewers and Dubhlainn hopes to avoid it again. It be a horrible fate for Marceline if she had been imprisoned there.

    She asked Dubhlainn what could have defined them both. He has to be blunt about it and answer.

    "Yes, you are a monster." He said it up directly even though it pains him to tell her the truth.
    "Unfortunately I'm no different." People who had experienced Inversion Impulses tend to question their own humanity. They would be given a choice to resist and command that power or succumb to it because they are weak in spirit. He's glad to have not revealed his abilities just yet and its probably better that way. It shames him more than anything to reveal his abilities, they defined what would call herself "a monster."

    "In this world, there are different kinds of monsters, monsters who fight for no reason, who kill for no reason, killing and delivering destruction-" He paused to look up the ceiling only to find the mark he left. They were going the right way and surprisingly Dubhlainn started to get a bit talkative about this matter as it would seem to have hit him where it would usually hurt.

    "But If I did see you as a monster, then I should have left you alone for this job." Or rather he would have shot her with the ambrosian bullet when he had the chance but he refused. "You're not human nor you're completely a monster in the context of intent, we took this job to assassinate a lowly politician, we'd expect to get our hands dirty. Even if you have achieved immortality, you were born and were once human as I do not sense anything inhuman about you other than your methods and your own powers. To throw your life away, to throw some humanity away because you thought of yourself as a monster, to relinquish your freedom for others... that's not a human intent but the intent of an insect."

    Dubhlainn stopped towards a wall and pressed his hand against it. He released some of his magical energy to reveal a wooden door on the wall. Inside is a room filled with crates that Dubhlainn owns, across the room is another door that would reveal a hallway and a flight of stairs leading to the surface. It was built in case the city Crocus is under tight security, allowing for Dubhlainn to worm in without any problems at all. The door they went in from the sewers simply disappeared afterwards.

    Indeed he was a dangerous man. When did he had all the time to set this up? Nobody knows, probably the main reason why his hands would be bandaged every time he returns to Savage Skull.

    "You acted according to what you believed in but you never intended on becoming such in the first place. That's probably what I hated about you the most, because only you alone can curse yourself, you don't need others to curse you, they wouldn't even need to try..." He started to place his sniper rifle back into a container that fits the gun and unloaded all the bullets used for it into an ammo crate. He took only one grenade and opened the wooden door.

    "Don't think of yourself as something special regardless of what circumstances that differs you apart from others, no man is an island, to be something special apart from others will invoke solitude and eventually madness. Don't fall for the same rhythm as many did, its a pathetic way to die over and over again."

    Dubhlainn headed first into the long hallway leading her all the way up to the surface. The exit was covered by rock and thick foliage and would require Dubhlainn's magic to remove them. Upon exiting, they could see the entire Capital Crocus from the hills. A rune like barrier was in place, the seemed to serious about their protocol.

    "We... have the freedom to better ourselves Marceline, we also have the freedom to make ourselves more worst but what kind of freedom do you truly wish for?"



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    It did hurt when he agreed with her being a monster; however, she had wanted to know the truth and that was what it was. Deep down, she wanted him to lie to her, tell her that she wasn't a monster. . . that there was a way to fix her. She knew no such thing was possible, that she was destined to be a killer because Death came at His own accord. Dubhlainn was no liar either. He wouldn't have lied to her, she bet, if she had told him to lie to her face. Something about being a Savage Skull member held a close piece to his heart and she was curious to know what it was. If he, too, was a monster, then how could he find it in himself to love what he wanted to kill. That could go for her as well. What did she see in living things that caused her not to want to kill them, but forced to kill them in a sense?

    Perhaps, it was that they had a life, a reason to live, and here, she had died centuries ago, never had a life, never had a reason to live. . . Why could she not die?

    "I know what it is to be a monster in the eyes of those around you; you are hated, feared, and detested all at once," she responded. "It is true though, I really am a monster; I was born in Sin, long, long ago, when the giants there weren't so bad. I died just before the shift in hierarchy between humans and monsters, then given life after their reign of power was settled. Those wizards were stupid and irrational; they should have left Sin alone if they were planning to do something of that scale." As Dubhlainn had put it though, she was neither monster nor human, she was simply a beast of nature that should never have existed. She stopped talking about her homeland and proceeded to remain quiet while Dubh continued explaining his reasoning. He didn't need to though, she finally understand what she was and that only empowered her want to rid herself from the world.

    She was not wanted here. She was a mistake.

    Marceline watched as he led her down through the halls of the sewage, her nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell. This was why she didn't breathe on occasion, so she didn't have to smell the stench of unwanted things and waste. In this case, she did just that and halted her breathing altogether, knowing air was not necessary for her to live. They entered a small, almost confined room, and she'd stand there was he put his gun away with care; she was intrigued by this. Was that how all soldiers viewed their weapons? They cared for them as if they were their own children. Her eyebrows scrunched together in thought and she began to think back when her kingdom was still around and the soldiers were abundant. Dubhlainn said something in that moment and she was brought out of her reverie, staring at him with a blank expression.

    He was wrong. She didn't see herself as something special, she saw herself as a burden.

    However, she didn't have time to respond as he led her down the corridor that brought them to the ladder and exit. With him, she climbed up it and out into the open, onto the hill that overlooked the locked down city, Capital Crocus. "If you think I am something special, you or sorely mistaken, and as you have put it, I am a monster. . . and a burden to this world."

    After her response to his former statement, he asked her about freedom. What kind of freedom did she want truly? She wanted freedom that Death brought to a person when their life's time had been expended and used up. It was past time for her to rest and she was getting restless. "I want what everyone else wants. . . the freedom Death brings us. But Dubhlainn. . . I'm tired and I'd like for us to go home." Her hand slunk out to grab hold of his and her other hand would dig around in a pouch and pull out ashes of bones and dust. Extending her palm out in front of her face, she'd blow the ashes into the air and they swirled around the duo.
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    Post by Dubhlainn 1st May 2016, 8:02 pm

    What an idiot…

    Is that what he sounded when he was still with his beloved captain? Heck if she were alive today, he’d apologize for sounding as such.  Marceline is too emotionally erratic and the idea of hope was just a dream to her, he finds it stupid that she wishes to die instead of making up for the life she had lost. Her being a burden?

    Ludicrous, that can all change if she believed it can.

    “Huh… I’m surprised you aren’t even tired of crying, an ocean tears would have been named after you.” He said it in a cold monotone, a cruel one at that. You stabbed yourself countless times and you aren’t even tired of it. If you cannot die Marceline then perhaps you should build a life to compensate for the normal life that’s been robbed from you instead on lamenting yourself about your existence, everything changes when you do. Unfortunately I have not experienced Immortality as I am much younger than you if I am not mistaken.”

    “Not everyone wants death immediately, people only accepted death when all their dreams are fulfilled and if they cannot die just yet, they live to build more dreams.”

    “I’m glad no one is stopping you but there’s only one person that keeps on getting in your way.”

    He ambushed a passenger wagon and knocked the driver unconscious.

    “You’re tired, transforming to ashes to carry a passenger must have been a taxing job." He manned the cart and its two horses; all that is left is for her to get on. He was aware of her powers of decay but fortunately she wasn’t aware of his.

    “I know a man that may be able to help you, I’ll give you an address should you consider taking the chance, and you won’t lose anything if you do.” He motioned Marceline to hop on.

    “Deathless you are but I know people like you would tire just as easily.”

    Whether she refused and left on her own or hop onto the cart, Dubhlainn would have whispered to himself.

    “Woman… don’t narrow your visions…”


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    the destroyer of worlds
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    Dubhlainn was right; Marceline never had a fulfilled life back when she had been alive and running around her castle home with her siblings. At the age of ten or eleven, she couldn't recall anymore, she had fallen ill with oxygen poisoning and became bedridden. Doctors from the city couldn't figure out what was wrong with her, just that she was dying and nothing could be done about it. Her siblings started to avoid her, by words of their parents, saying that they did not want to contract the disease, so they should stay away. She couldn't have blamed them though, the disease was terrifying and it was horridly painful to suffer through to the end. The worst part of it all, was that she had to suffer alone, with her chambermaid was the only source of socialization. While she loved her servant dearly, it was boring to only talk with her, when she wanted to play and converse with her siblings.

    "I am not crying," she stated coldly toward the dullahan, "treat me as you will, I do not care; I already know what I am to you. I will stab myself as many times as I want, as many times as it will take to feel again. I bet you don't know what it's like. . . to not feel emotions, that is. Besides, if I build a life now, it'll make no difference to me. It's not like I'm truly living, when I'm just a husk, full of souls, walking around. As abundant as these souls are, they do not let me feel the emotions that I once felt, it's terrible, really. My life cannot be completed, it will always be incomplete because of the illness that killed me all those centuries ago. The chambermaid. . . the damn chambermaid was the only company I had until the end; I didn't get to see my family once I fell too ill to move. They avoided me like the plague because they were damn princes and princesses, king and queen, with hope."

    She bit her lip and let the ashes drop around them, falling to the ground like snowflakes from the darkened clouds.

    Marcy was alone. Forever and always.

    "I don't care if what they want is a fully lived life, they deserve to suffer like I did, be tormented by the idea of never having a fulfilled life."

    Marceline scoffed.

    "And what are you going to say to me? That the person standing in my way is myself? Ludicrous is what you're telling me. May they all suffer."

    As he hijacked a passenger wagon and manned the horses, she hesitated at getting near the wooden structure. He knew of her magic, why was he forcing her on such a thing? She looked to him with a grouchy, near emotionless expression. At first, she did not budge. Marceline would not get on such a contraption if she knew it would just decay under her.

    "You know, that thing will just fall apart when I get on it, and I don't care how taxing it is to carry another person with me. It's a lot faster than horse and buggy."

    However, she got on it after a moment longer of hesitation.

    "As much as it is tempting, I do not want him to do something that will take away my life in actuality; I do like living, in that I am able to see the world progress. It's long and boring, and I do tire easily, but seeing the results of growing civilizations, it's a wondrous sight to see. But give me his address, I will think on it and perhaps, a time will come where I will go to see him. Who knows."

    She sat on the seat and placed her pale complexioned hands in her lap, staring at them and wondering to herself. . .

    Would things be different if she had lived her life out through all these centuries?
    credit goes to Lunar of GS & THQ

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