RP:A Deal With Maldor?

Part of the Souls Out of Time Arc

Synopsis: Eirik takes a break from training at the snowless yard. Events of recent still upon his mind. Out of sheer chance talking to the shadows actually summons Valen. Or Maldor. Well you get the point. In a discussion for help, Maldor pulls free a runic contract for Eirik to sign... Does he?

Snowless Training Yard

Eirik finds himself exhausted from training. The wooden sword in his right hand is placed back on the weapon rack. The near six foot Northman moves across the training yard to place his rump upon a bench. Beads of sweat dripping down his features, while chest rises and falls dramatically; pulling in sharp breathes of air. The northman had a new plan of action for chartsend, and the girl named Rachel he had saved. They were going to test to see if she was possessed. For that he needed Valen or Maldor. Whatever he was calling himself these days. Suddenly he found himself wishing he knew how to contact Valen in some way; without sending a letter. Eyes dart around the training facility and then he remembered - that damn eyeball that came from the shadows. Silver eyes move to one only a few feet from him. “So, I’m not sure this will work but Valen or the polo player. You there?” Figured it was worth a shot anyway. No matter how stupid he looked doing that.

Valen would arrive in a swirl of shadows that sprang up from all around, almost immediately after the call was given. They would finally disperse, leaving Maldor standing there looking at Eirik with murderous intent. He would keep that gaze for a moment before...yawning, stretching, and then smiling somewhat as he moved to go and sit next to the male with a clap of his hand on a shoulder. "Well I gotta say bud that meeting...whew! I seriously thought that guy was guna keeping going and going and going and going....Almost like the Energizer Fermin! Man I love that thing, it made learning fun!" Another chuckle would be given before crossing his arms, and waiting. "Maldor...by the way. I could have sworn I told that to you and Sharon when I cocked you right in the head." Blinking, he would turn to him. "That's the right term...right? I mean if it's not....that's a little embarrassing. It almost sounds like I tried to smack you across the face with...well its not important. What ya need?"

Eirik would furrow his brow for a moment at the mans speech. His choice of words more or less. “Cocked upside the head is close enough. The chosen weapon was shaped correctly,” he would respond in kind certainly a little more open than he had been in their previous meeting. A hand idly reaches up to discern who the energizer fermin was; and then he had it. “Oh Lionel. He certainly does talk. A lot.” However this isn’t the reason why the lycan had called him here. Straight to business. “Have you studied that mark?” He was all too curious about what was actually inside that damnable thing.

Valen shook his head "Lionel I can handle. It was the other Vampiric Elf, the one who rode my shadows without permission, and nearly got killed for it, but at least I got the weapon shape right...although..." He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before grinning from ear to ear. Whatever was in his head, he was not sharing, and it most certainly was not pleasant...or appropriate, chances are he would say what it is in the next five minutes at best. Maldor's grin widened at the question about the mark. "I have indeed....I was actually just getting ready to eat the whole thing later....swallow it whole. It does look like a tasty little thing....just like Khitti, but I would never tell her that." Eyes narrowed now. "But I dont need to tell you not to say anything, because I can tell you don't care...right?”

Eirik would laugh then, even if Maldor was supposedly evil, Eirik actually didn’t mind him. His own thoughts on morality lied somewhere closer to chaotic neutral. These two probably wouldn’t have many problems. “Eat it?” His gaze moves away for a moment. “No, if you think Khitti looks delectably delicious, thats on you. Stays between us. Though honestly it might scare Valen to wake up to you... Well, being you while hanging out with Khitti.” His mind shifts back to the topic on hand. “So what is that mark? I ask because I’m about to go and test a child for something similar. I need to know what I’m up against.” Silver gaze moves to Maldor, the emotions of his earlier comment still upon his visage. Eirik was in a good mood despite all the stress he was under.

Valen would simply look at Eirik for a moment before joining in with a chuckle, but nod his head. "Aye, eat it. At least the soul that resides within it. Need to show it who is top dog after all, no offense of course." A run of his hand through his hair would be given, a rogueish grin, and then a walk over to the wall of the building, where he would stand and stare at it, as if inspecting. "I can think of worse fates...I -could- end up waking up next to -your- face." A playful jab, but with Maldor...sleeping with him might end up with him -wearing- the other person's face. "But your candor and discrection is appreciated. As for what you are up against....well I certainly just told you part of it at least." Here, he would fill in the blanks for a bit, before stepping a foot onto the wall, and would start to walk up it! He would stop, before he got out of range of talking distance however, staying at a decent closeness as he stood there....standing side-ways. "Just know you are up against something dark...Eat's rage to gain strength. You must have had a lot, for it to get asfar as you did...Honestly, I'm worried about you bud, and I don't say that lightly. The soul itself, well....I call her Jezibell...but her actual name is Jezza. Gave it to me while I was torturing the very muscle that I took from you. You would be surprised at just what certain wonderful things can be done by rubbing salt on a fresh wound...Oh, she was also a wicth. A bitchy witch. A bitch. Heh....works out either way." With that, he would hop down, and make his way back over to the man and go to trail one of Valen's manicured, painted, soft fingers along his face. "You know though...that it -almost- had you..."

Eirik watches the expert polo player scale the side of the building, thinking it was just a basic feat of magic. Perhaps it wasn’t. “And I agree, waking up next to you would be an awful thing.” The northman nods to the words that Maldor speaks. There is a lot of information to be gathered there. Turns out his own rage was the enemy. This is not something he was used to. Usually it protected him, guarded him like a steel shield. Hearing otherwise leaves a bad taste in his mouth. That list bit of the shadow mans words ring true. “I know,” he clenched a fist at the sudden realization of such things. He wanted to learn to fight against magic, with his own skills. Learn what he could to combat it in any way. To strike down those that wished to plague others with marks like this. Of course he had no idea if Maldor, would do these types of things. I mean really, the guy is just friendly. “That brings me to the second part of this meeting. Lets say the child -is- marked, could you pull information from it?” Silver eyes move back to the mage standing so closely to him. “And would you be interested in helping take it down, if it comes to that?”

Valen would make the hand touch Eirik's cheek, sliding the nails across his skin gently as he passed,, giving a soft 'tch' of his tongue and teeth. "Well you see....The child...more than likely already is. Jezzibel told me, through much...insane babbling by the time I was finished, that these witches plan on marking children and putting them out into the world for adoption. Once they hot their teens most likely, when their rage at the world or parents...or even another child is primed, is when the marks would start to take affect...is my guess, all I know is that they are being marked, and placed out into the world for a specific purpose at a later time, unaware that they have been given something very dark." Eyes would narrow, and great distaste would be noted. "Much to my dissapoinment....she would not tell me who -they- are, as she fears them greatly. I still have her being tortured with lightning as we speak. Maybe when I get back, and offer to take it away will she tell me. Either way..." Here he would turn, face brightening. "You are asking me to skin children for marks?" A hand would go across his chest hear, and a mock look of shock would come across his face. "Listen here deary. I could easily pull information from it, but it's going to not be fun..." His grin would widen. "Or cheap. You are going to owe me for this...But then again, all deals can be made. Of course I would be interested, but you have failed to do something for me...so now, a deal must be made. If I agree to help you with these children...what do you have to offer me?...and I dont mean gold."

Eirik watches Maldor speak, and give his long list of details about their plan for the children. “Oh I’m not asking you to skin her.” He would finally add, Eirik would do that himself. Like Maldor, the Northman has a very darkside to him. Especially when it involved magic of this kind. As for the task Maldor has claimed failed he chuckles. “I’m sorry dear,” head pulls away from the nail scratching at him to stand. “The problem with sending someone to hunt another is time. Yours and mine. You didn’t really specify if it had to be today, tomorrow or six years from now. Bad wording on the bargain I’m afraid. I still have -every- intention on finding Jarith.” He’d wink at Maldor obviously not scared of any threat the man posed, but that was just Eirik. “And as for a deal, how about I don’t tell Valen, about that flask with his hair. I mean, I’m sure he would figure out what it is.” Hands turn palm up and shoulders shrug for a moment. “I mean I have -no- clue what it is. But I’m pretty sure Valen wouldn’t enjoy it would he?” Eirik shakes his head, bargaining isn’t something he would do with Maldor, he was either interested or not. Either way, Eirik had obtained the information he needed. “You know, you come across as a creepy guy from time to time. I’m sure their plans would cause problems even for you.” At that the northman would start to walk away as if retracting his offer. “Think about, and let me know.” The Lycan would pick up that wooden weapon, and start to train again despite Maldor being right there.

Valen would give off a smirk "No, your right. I didnt tell you time. But the fact is...Ehe you know what never mind. Just see that it gets done, possibly, after you get back from your little trip to Chartsend, the sooner the better." Whether or not Maldor posed a threat remained to be seen, although at the bit about Valen, now that certainly seemed to get his attention. "Well you see that would be wonderful however there comes the point in fact that he has no idea I gave it to you in the first place, and who is to say he would believe you if you told him? I mean him and I -are- family after all. Allow me a counter offer." Here he would clear his throat, despite it seeming like the offer was off the table. "As I said...I'l help you, but we will just say you owe me a favor and call it square on that. The potion deal, that is simply a favor that -I- am doing for Valen, and that you are doing for me for helping you out with Jezza. But, you see, After certain events have arisen...and the fact that I like you, it's even why I'm entertaining this idea. I have every intention of helping, but you cant get something from nothing these days and your question about Valen was just rendered mute. If their plans would ever cause me too much trouble I could just simply take Valen and leave, and just...start over. Now...Perhaps I also tell you some interesting tidbits about Rorin in there as well...? About what he did just a -couple- days ago? Would that peak your interest?.... Or the fact that I know something just happened to Artia last night...?"

Eirik would stop swinging that sword without turning to face Maldor. “Honestly, I was bluffing. I’d never tell Valen. He doesn’t need to know how I really think.” Head would turn to look at Maldor, sure to make direct eye contact. “It seems neither have a bargaining chip over the other.” He’d let the announcement hang in the air, and Maldor to sweat it out a little. He would turn finally and nod to Maldor. “Artia is dead to me. I happened to be at her birthday party, right up to the vampire incident.” He was hinting that he already knew about the information on Artia, because he in fact did know. “She’s now no longer family. As for Rorin? He’s been dealt with. He could screw the entire world while dating Artia, does him no favors, but is literally no sweat off my brow anymore. She’s made her choice to eventually end life on my blade.” Maldor would now be privy to the hatred within Eirik. Would gain knowledge as to why that curse could grow so well in his body. The northman is a rage monster. “Look, I like you Maldor. Truly I do. So long as your favor doesn’t compromise who I am, or land me in jail. You’ve got a deal.” Eirik would drop the weapon, and let it lay where it falls. In fact now that they had a better understanding of how the other thought, things might even work out better between the two.

Valen would roll his eyes at the mention of a bluff and simply levitate upside down, hair not flowing with gravity. The announcement of bargaining, caused a simple giggle to escape his lips as his hair finally fell down right after. "Well well, my my my my my. Artia, dead to you?" another giggle. "That's quite ironic, now isnt it? But it certainly begs the question...if her life is to end by your blade, then what does that mean then for Valen and I? You don't know us as well as her...Or is it because she is now, a vampiric witch?" A hand would wave, that he didnt need to answer that. "You know what never mind that." Flipping right side up, and touching back down, he would walk towards him. "My favor, will certainly do neither of those things. However...It's not that I don't trust you, but I need to know that you will indeed follow the deal." With that, he would clap his hand and a parchment with runes on it, small ones, would appear, and he would hold it out for him with an ordinary quill. As Eirik looks at it, the runes would form actual letters, a standard contract it would seem. No other print visible, other than it saying just what had been agreed to. Maldor's help, in exchange for a non self-compromising favor from Eirik, with Maldor's name already signed on one line. "Just to show I am a good sportsman, and because we like each other, I will give you some juicy gossip on Larewen that might just make you wnat to end her quicker for what she did to your...ex...friend. Call it, a gift of revenge. All you have to do is sign it." With that, more runes would appear, and label that as a boon for the deal as well. If Eirik tries to find any hidden clauses, any hidden traps, there would be nothing but what was there, as literally, it was a clean deal.

Eirik would look to Maldor and that rune inscribed lettering and mull it over. It seems the devil was offering a deal that he rather enjoyed, however Eirik wasn’t about to sign his life away. Even if it meant testing the curse of the Rognvald. “Maldor, I appreciate the offer. For now, I will have to say no. Though that offer is rather tempting.” Besides Maldor was right. It is because shes a vampiric witch. “I’m not to keen on signing something, while I have no magical ability to gauge whether what is before me is a trick of words or completely honest. Besides that, knowing me, you should know I hate magic. And I don’t need revenge. I wasn’t wronged.” Eirik would waive a hand at the offer, and finally move to go inside the building away from Maldor. “Thank you for the talk. It has been, interesting.” Without much delay Maldor would find himself and the contract alone in the training yard.