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Post by Hero on Jun 11, 2018 19:52:11 GMT
“You might want to slow down there cowboy...” Luigianni grimaced, wiping down a glass mug in the relatively quiet bar. Her establishment had once been the pride and joy of Reunion, the nest of mercenaries and hunters stationed just next to the trans-dimensional gateway Vath. The history behind it all was something for another time, but many of all races, species, sizes gathered here in Reunion, but avoided Luigianni's Bosom because well...it was boring.
The way Adell preferred it.
Placing the empty bottle gently on the bar top, his gaze carried over Luigianni's shoulder into somewhere that was nowhere.
“...where am I?” Adell's deep bass rumbled like a fine-tuned instrument of God.
“What? You've had too much to drink hero, who'd've thought you-”
“Who are you?”
Almost shocked, the older blonde woman sighed and placed the mug in the row with the others underneath her bar.
“The real question is, who are you? Are you the same hero that saved Horizon from peril long ago? The same one known across the stars as some fancy pants savior? Or are you an easily defeated drunk?”
Adell Illiandes Laemington didn't know the answer to her question. In-fact, he didn't known anything in that moment. All he remembered was stumbling into this bar in-particular from the alleyway beyond and feeling as if his heart had been crushed in his chest. Living dead was the best way to describe his feeling. Lifting his left hand he gently touched the left side of his forehead, covered in a trail of dry blood.
“I'm sorry...one more bottle please.”
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Post by Hero on Jun 13, 2018 19:03:28 GMT
“I have a question fer' ya...when're ya' ever gonna listen to the people who know better!”
Gulp, gulp, gulp...
“You narcissistic bag o' bricks...you make the same mistakes over and over again and think things are gonna change...yet here I am helpin' yer' ass yet again...I'm guessin' with Virtrius' death yer- ”
She wasn't given the chance to finish. The weight of the world around them dropped, almost as if the room they inhabited was snatched from the universe and dropped into the confines of hell itself. The pressure wasn't heavy, but it stung the soul of any who could feel pain, tangible, like a thick needles seeping into the heart one after another. Anyone who could perceive otherwise incorporeal psionic energy could see the aura in the room bled red, with the catalyst being Adell Laemington the Infinity Dragon himself. Luigianni stepped back in fear, not of death or even of Adell, but a natural side-effect of Sakki otherwise known as the Chi of Death. When the wrinkles of his forehead contorted in agony, and his head tilted forward past the almost empty bottle of liquor, sweat dripped down the side of Luigianni's face.
“Who was it?” Adell's voice echoed with parallel tones of many unique vocal chords that he simply didn't have. No, these voices weren't his own, they were those that he owned. Those that he had devoured since time immemorial. A dragon who devoured others of his kind, those who could no longer be tamed by the King of Dragons, Bahamut.
“A-Adell I...” Luigianni struggled to speak without feeling the urge to hurl, and it was then that Adell realized what he'd done. Releasing but a fraction of his power in a moment of confusion and dismay, he warped the reality of the world around them. Deferring to his usually impeccable control of mind, the world around them faded back into hues of dim white where the lights of the bar lit it barely outside of where the three sat.
“I'm sorry.” Adell grimaced in pain, shutting his eyes and sinking his head so that his forehead met with the wooden bar top. “Just let me finish this bottle and I'll-”
Then something occurred to him. They weren't alone. Snapping his head heavenward he glanced to his right to the robed woman of remarkable beauty and stunning silver hair, realizing that someone else besides the two had been around for his bout of confusion. “I'm sorry...you aren't hurt are you?” Adell spoke with genuine concern, very rare coming from him, although he wasn't exactly himself at that moment anyways. |
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Post by Hero on Jun 24, 2018 2:29:10 GMT
There was nothing that escaped Adell's Eye of Yefrem, as when combined with his martial ability the inner eye, gave him a startling level of spatial awareness regarding his surroundings almost down to an atomic level.
While it was hard to consciously tell what Katrina had done, as Adell was losing himself steadily in intoxication, he did feel something akin to a pebble skipping across a lake. No, this was more of a boulder, a powerful, yet humble one. This visitor by a name he had yet to inquire was interesting, beautiful, and powerful, something that was quite rare across the cosmos (atleast without the factor of craze that usually accompanied it). When he released himself from his impetuous madness and turned in concern there was a rush of emotions all at once. Mortals meant nothing to him anymore, or atleast that's what he believed, yet for some reason he cared for the well being of a stranger he'd only just met. Anyone else could have died and he wouldn't have cared in the slightest. Why? There was no real answer that the ivory-haired sage could think of, not while his lips once again puckered against the rim of his liquor bottle.
“No need to say sorry lass! It's this darn dipshit that should be polishin' yer' skin by now!”
“Shut your goddamn mouth Luigianni...” Adell groaned, his face drooping as much as he did over the bartop, sprawling out with only a single hand remaining on the neck of the upright liquor bottle. “I could wipe this fuggin' place from the star system and no one would give a shit...”
“Somethin' tells me that's the last thing yer' rotten apple ass will do...aren't the Ouroborus still after ye'?”
Adell paused in contemplation, almost as if having forgotten the name.
“I would ask your name but...I'm obligated to question whether or not you will murder me in my sleep before I do so.”
Adell sighed, lifting himself with his right hand supported by thick muscle underneath his bloodstained black suit. Just then, his eyes locked onto her again, and he realized something almost frightening. While he had no idea what Luigianni was talking about, and his memories were obviously fragmented beyond belief, there was one thing he did know more than he could make sense of: this woman remarkably resembled someone of his past. He didn't wear it on his facade but the shock that he felt internally was but one of the many layers that would be upon this eve.
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Post by Hero on Jun 29, 2018 3:52:48 GMT
She raised her hand out and to the side slightly to be shaken, and Adell looked to her hand and then into her eyes for a moment.
He had seen this custom countless times, but he didn't expect it here. A sign of greeting here was usually placing one's forehead on another's shoulder, but this one was foreign, of a culture that was from a place far away.
He raised his giant hand out to her own and folded his giant fingers around her hand.
“Your hand's position led me to believe you were going to kill me, sorry for the hesitation.” Adell joked dryly, taking another swig of alcohol with his other hand for a moment in a brief pause.
“Katrina eh'...my name is Adell Illiandes Laemington. Adell is fine. I take it you aren't from here?”
The more he drank and the more their conversation past, the moment his subconscious slipped somewhere it probably shouldn't. This woman...he could feel she was beautiful but dangerous...but moreso he felt that there was something he should know that he still didn't. Monitoring the device she used to project her voice, and the way she carried herself, their conversation continued blissfully while Luigianni grumbled and tended to cleaning the bar in the background. |
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