RP:Doppelganger's Demise

A Brilliant Scheme

Ranok waits outside the tavern. Not really private, but this wasn't super secret business he wanted to discuss, "Vat Hy vant hyu to do iz radder schtraight forvard. If hyu hef read de board, hyu vould know dat Hy em trowink a party. De lund really needs zumddink to take der minds uff de darkness." The man waves a hand. Why didn't really matter. He continues, "Dere hes been zum discontent vith de location. It hes been moved, but dere may be hold over from de vole affair. Hy do not suspeck de party to be attacked, but Hy em a realistic man. To say noddink uf de potential for zum partygoer to get rowdy. Alvays heppens." He stops, waiting for Sempter to indicate that he understood so far.

Sempter exits the tavern, then gives the man his attention, listening to every word, while his ears flicked in the directions of the many passing people. "Ah, this party where one must dress up as a fairy. I will help you out, but do I have to be like the rest and dress up?" he asked, indicating his self and what he is. The sunlight reflected off of his white silky haired head, giving him an angelic glow to that area. "I mean, I am not exactly fairy material."

Ranok gives a snort, "Yah, hyu do hef to vear a pair uf vinks. Even Hy vill be. But dat's hall. Hyu kan vear armor or schtay as hyu are oddervise. Only de vinks are mundatory." It was true, too. He really was going to make himself wear a pair of fairy wings. No one would escape the light heartedness. Not even the man who threw the party.

Sempter rolled his eyes and closed them as he shook his head, "Not sure if they will be a help if something happens, but I will see what I can find if I find anything. Not many shops in Frostmaw carry wings." The rings on his middle fingers sparkled and matched his sword hilt with the crystal and rare blue diamond. Everything he wore seemed to have been chosen carefully and for its light weight protection and flashyness.

Ranok turns a palm upwards, "Hyu'll do fine. If serious trubbel breaks out, hyu kan ditch dem. Hyu von' be alone in de security department. As a matter uf fact, hyu're likely to be de lowest rung on de ladder in terms uf schtrength. Hyu're dere to help de drunks und make sure pipple get out safely if tinks really hit de pan. So no heroics are ekspected uf hyu." His hand returns to his side, "Hyu'll be paeed 500 gold per hour. De party iz likely to last for mhenny uf dem. Upvards uf ten, but hyu don' hef to schtay de vole time. If hyu make it to de end, hyu'll be able to take home as much food und drink as hyu vant dat iz left over. Sound goot?"

Sempter fumes a bit when he is told that he'd be lowest on the ladder of strength. He pushed that though to the back of his mind, but didn't forget it. He held is tongue, "Sounds good. I'm sure I can make it to the end, just as long as no kids bother me. I don't like those monsters." He shudders at the thought of kids and adjusts his battle axe that is belted opposite of the sword.

Satoshi and Kasyr appear from the east.

Ranok reaches out to pat Sempter on the shoulder good naturedly. He could see the fuming, "Hyu vill see vat Hy mean. Kompetink vith de Doorknockers in terms uf schtrength iz no easy task." He withdraws the hand to offer his other one to shake, to seal the deal, "Hy tink de odder tinks vill keep de children uff uf hyu. Hopefully. Hyu hef my permission to giff dem scary looks ontil dey run avay, if dey do. Regardless, it iz agree. Vun October first, at seven PM. Und...chust betveen hyu und me..." He lowers his voice into a bit of a whisper, "De vinks kan be kardboard. Hy don' really kare how goot dey are. So hyu don' hef to put much effort into it if hyu don' vant to."

Niawtu wanders into Kelay Way. The child seems to have either been released from the Timelord's clutches, or has, somehow, miraculously escaped the prison! She wears a black robe with a hood over her head, shadowing out a few of her features, but her wraith-like eyes are as noticeable as ever. She doesn't have a nervous appearance, and seems as though she is simply passing through.

Sempter nods his head and shakes the mans hand, "I'm sure I can get one of the ladies in Frostmaw to help with the wing part. Anyways, I shall see you there then."

Ranok glances over at Nia. His expression is unreadable. In a smooth motion, he puts on his hat. And draws the duster around his shoulders closed. "Time for me to go. Hyu might vant to vacate de area." Without explaining, the man departs. Rather swiftly. If watched, he would literally be seen to disappear. Invisibility, teleportation, something. The man was gone.

Sempter wonders why he should vacate and debates if he should.

Kasyr had been simply passing through the area- but his lackadaisacal attitude is unforunately short lived. No, the appearance of Nia is not particularily something the Kensai could miss, given the manner in which Vuryal had paraded her before audiences. Poor Satoshi will be quite literally left behind, the Revenant breaking into a sprint so that he can close his distance between himself and the wraithling- his right hand jutting out to, hopefully, catch her by the throat so he can lift her up. "Et bien, you have all of a few seconds to explain why et how you got here, d'accord? Vite, vite."

Niawtu turns slightly to see a stranger dashing at her, the child's eyes open wide as she makes to begin to back away from him. As she spins to run, her hood falls down revealing her face, as a whole. "Please! Don't hurt me!" she shrieks as she moves to run, stumbling a bit as children do. "I... I just walked here! Please, leave me alone!" she pleads, as she tries to escape... Though the young one is no runner, and cannot get away from the stranger in time.

Satoshi brings up the rear, or rather her conjured golem does in heavy, lumbering steps while she perches in the wide gap between its hunched shoulders. Buster's nine feet of gorilla-esque height might be enough to create an illusion concerning the diminutive condition of the cloaked kit seated on top, especially as most eyes tend to be drawn to the hulking construct's think limbs and board build hewn entirely of ice. When you're playing the waiting game for a potion mishap to wear off, best to distract the public with an impressive, and threatening, looking golem, after all. Either or, Satoshi remains silent as she watches Kasyr attempt to throttle a child, making mental note not to irritate him until after she's obtained a reversal to her current curse.

Sempter turns and looks, but the golem catches his attention, finding the creature to be as big as he is. He laughs a bit at the sight of it, but then he catches that scent of Satoshi, but doesn't seem to notice her right off. His eyes are drawn back to the child and the man who now holds her. He wanted to inter fear, but his place is in Frostmaw, not in Kelay.

Kasyr almost feels a pang of guilt for the child, though it's quickly outweighed by the simplicity of her words. The probability of her merely walking away, unchecked, is unlikely- her current presence in this particular place quite likely some form of convoluted trap. With a sigh of disdain, the Kensai merely ensues that he's still keeping his hold upon her, sparks surging in the air around the vampires arm, "Where's Vuryals Castle? Last chance to tell moi."

Niawtu coughs a bit, as she is held in Kasyr's grasp. This was, indeed, something she knew. Though her virus was dormant, the child still recalled the directions. Her words however, are so quiet that they are nothing more than a mere whisper to Kasyr.

Niawtu whispered to Kasyr

Satoshi merely loiters for the sake of keeping her nose somewhat clean of Kasyr's actions, as well as serving as a sentinel of sorts while he harasses the whimpering child.

Ranok is present, though not in a way many would even suspect, let alone detect. That duster of his was the reworked cloak made by Kattanos, and rendered him completely invisible via bent light rather then magical illusion. The end result was that he was a whisper on the wind, a slight distortion. The effect was dialed up to its maximum output. It ate energy, but for this, it was worthy of being spent.

Kasyr cants his head off to one side, before he quietly utters, "Thank you. Since you're an unwitting pawn, et aided moi. I'll make this quick." Which is about all the warning the poor wraithling will get before the energy that had been crackling around Kasyrs arm condenses around his hand, the vampire sparing no expense to ensure that this singular action will go unhindered. Should something not remove Niawtu from his grasp, the lycan girl will quite abruptly find herself engulfed in a veritable column of electrical energy- the likes of which will all but nigh-instantly reduce her flesh to charred ruins. It doesn't even stop there, either, as the thoroughness of the Kensai demands that he continue to push energy through her body until she explodes into a corona of electrical energy, a rain of ashes to fall in her wake.

Niawtu || Under Kasyr’s careful application of excessive force, Nia seems to have finally met her end. The tale of seemingly endless struggle, of kidnappings and rescues, has come to its close. The ashes of the child known as Niawtu fall about in a combination of morbidity and a sense of finality. However, not all was what it seemed. The entire affair was an elaborate scam, a plot, another one of Ranok’s schemes put into action. From the start to the very finish. The Niawtu that died that day was not the girl herself, but a perfect doppelganger, created and sustained by magic. Its entire purpose in the world was a simple, achievable goal: to die. The real Niawtu hidden, moved to one of the far off lands that the world possessed. Where she would be safe and sound, until all those that would wish her dead were gone. And die the fake did. Rather spectacularly, thanks to Kasyr’s administrations. No one would likely figure out that it was a fake that died that day. The pieces of the puzzle only made sense with the key in hand. And none had inspected the fake closely enough to notice the discrepancies. The doppelganger had but a few flaws that betrayed it. Its memory was a complete copy of Nia’s. But it could not form its own. Every day was a new day to it, a fresh page, though it might not seem that way without close scrutiny. The same questions asked endlessly. The byproduct of a terror filled child, on its own, perhaps. In the larger picture, it was a flaw. The fake could not be turned by anything, and insisted on staying true to its form. The dormant wraith virus would not awaken in it. A stroke of luck that Vuryal kept away, and his wraiths spent little time around it. The fake could not be injured in the same way that the real version could, and mimicked the issues of memories. The cuts, bruises, and minor wounds would be washed away each day. Each flaw, inconsequential on its own, stacked up. And the plotting did not stop with just the fake. The entire affair had been arranged from the very kidnapping. The guards of The Fold, each man capable and trained, had let a mere vampire child through. An incredibly drastic shift of competency, especially given after how well the forces performed in the past against that which threatened Rynvale. However, with the key to the puzzle in hand, it could be seen that the reason was simple: they let Ilydia take the fake. A public execution could not be held easily inside a fortress, after all. Once the pieces were in place, the first person to make the attempt got the goal. Ilydia happened to be the person that made the attempt, as slap shod as it was. And so, the gambit had paid off. The fake had been taken, the bait swallowed. But, the plan goes on. In all actuality, the one killed was a second doppelganger; the first made to disintegrate after a period of time. They knew how long the first had before it would be gone, so there was a second one made, later, with the same goal. This fake then would appear as though it escaped the prison. Though, the first fake had never left it. The second had been allowed to run free, just long enough to be caught by someone who hated Vuryal enough to kill her. An incredible gambit, but each party played to expectations. There would be no crowing, no announcement of victory from the man that arranged it all. That was not the point of it. The fake died convincingly. Vuryal and the rest would hopefully stop their search for the child, even as fruitless as it would be. Even if they did, even if they had spotted the fake, saw through the false death, even if it had all been uncovered, the ultimate goal was still achieved: Nia was safely elsewhere. The death of the doppelganger was merely the final stroke. The instant the fake was made, the real Nia hidden. Now all that was left was to observe the carnage and the fallout. There was little else to do.

Satoshi 's golem rears back and lifts its gargantuan arms in defensive response to its master's involuntary growl. Lightning. Always with the lightning. And this time worse than usual, but at least -she- isn't the small fry on the receiving end of this destructive burst. It takes a moment of soothing, arcane words to settle the golem once more, but after Satoshi has succeeded, she urges the construct forward to loom over Kasyr. All the better to see the pile of ashes being borne away on the wind. Whiskers quiver with the painful tingles of electricity still heavy in the air as she comments cooly, "Well, that was... shocking?" Hanging around Kasyr comes with terrible puns at even more terrible moments.

Kasyr glances about the area as though expecting some form of counterattack, (The trap springing shut, as it were)- before merely shrugging and brushing his hands off against his trenchcoat. Hence sorted, the Revenant merely continues onwards towards Frostmaw- to await the invariable retaliation(s).

Kasyr said to Satoshi, "I am sure she had a blast. Regardless, on y va."

Satoshi nods quickly. "On y va, war-starter."