RP:Firewing's Resignation
Oculus of the Air Marshal
Satoshi sits at her desk, paperwork scattered across it and being thoroughly neglected by the foxkin, save for a single piece in her hand. This page her eyes dart across, reading and rereading it numerous times, her expression darkening with each go around. At long last the paper is set down and Satoshi slumps back in her chair with a heavy sigh, the sound drawing a sleepy look from Trebel where he'd been napping coiled up in the nearby ice nest. "The spirits are active and hostile again. Making trouble for the construction workers," she grumbles, gesturing at the letter by way of explanation. "Wetutherag, for certain." The odd word is spoken like a curse, as if it does not part from one's tongue easily or pleasantly.
Firewing climbs up the stairs slowly as he sighs, breathing in and out as he reaches the office of the air marshal. He spies Satoshi at her desk and looks at her. He pants in and out as he finishes climbing the lon set of stairs. He smirks as he slowly approaches Satoshi. "You know...you have to shorten those stairs..." he says before smilig at her mischievously. His left arm looks different than last time, obsidian cones and cylinders where the limbs should be, with golden spheres where the joints should. The magically-connected hand is quite a strange sight to see. On the back of the lump of obsidian rock that serves as his palm is a strange gem that looks like a reptillian eye. It pulses like a heartbeat with strange, red light as the gem itself is dark. He also looks slightly older, more mature since their last visit. He still has that mischievous smile about him as he looks at her. "Hello, satoshi..."
Kirien , soaring high above even the peak of the outpost, has ice crystals in his lungs. Twisting and turning, the vampire and his mount scale freezing mountains of grey cloud and bank through great waves of mist that peppers his cheeks and Nameless' gold scales with a smattering of white stardust. The flight is more a casual one than anything, though Kirien's wyvern has kept an eye out for anything spelling trouble along Frostmaw's borders - his rider cannot exactly see himself, unless he borrowed Nameless' sight, so it is the mount more than Kirien that steers the pair. Finally the empath urges the wyvern into a steep dive and they burst out of the clouds, through the oculus like a whistling streak of gold lightning, speeding past the Air Marshall's quarters and down; until Nameless flares his wings and jerks up, sending the pair into a series of arcs and somersaults that takes them back up into the higher floors of the outpost. Setting down on the edge of the great hole in the floor near Satoshi's desk, Nameless slants the arriving Firewing a narrow-eyed look while Kirien slides off his back, coughing. "Ice, ice..." He pauses upon noticing the two, offering a flash of a grin to Satoshi in silent apology.
Satoshi glances up at Firewing's approach, the dragon offered a nod of greeting and a quiet, "Afternoon, Scales." The alterations to his features are regarded and noted without a word, to be stowed away and mulled over later by the magus. Even if she had intended to ask about the arm, she isn't given a chance, for this is when Nameless comes streaking past, trailing diamond dust like a golden comet. Trebel arches his neck to peer down through the hole in the floor's center so that he's able to trill a greeting to the wyvern and his rider. "Sparkly~!" The angha's ringing voice calls out, the high, childish tones at odds with his large size. When the duo reappear to land in the office, Trebel stretches forward to give Nameless an affectionate bump with his antlers, Kirien only sparred this powerful nudge by being just out of angha reach. A tune tapped out atop the desk by Satoshi's claws serves as a greeting to her sibling. "And a 'allo to you too, Lark. It seems I'm being saved from the horrors of war and paperwork by you all, eh?"
Firewing blinks as he looks at her. "Yes...but I'm afraid I can't stay long..." he reaches inside his robes and pulls out a set of documents sealed with red wax and the emblem of a flame on the wax. He hands it to Satoshi with a slight smirk as he looks at her. "Here..." were she to open it, the documents would contain a letter with Firewing's signature stating his resignation from the eyrie and that he doesn't plan on hurting Frostmaw. "My resignation..."
Kirien might have screamed in astonished delight when Trebel calls out to them both in melodious, childlike tones. It seems he tried to but he only ends up subjected to another coughing fit, leaning heavily against Nameless' side for support. "Trebel," he manages at last, softly in an attempt not to intrude on Satoshi and Firewing's conversation, reaching to run his hands through the angha's sleek fur as Nameless butts heads with him affectionately. "You've sure grown." The terramancer's grin resurfaces and broadens as he looks back to his sibling. "'Allo there, chickadee. We're a good distraction like that." Firewing earns himself a nod from the blind man, and then a slightly sharper look when he mentions a resignation.
Satoshi spares a glance toward Trebel, the angha hopping from foreclaw to foreclaw in an attempt to suppress the urge to prance about Kirien--he's begun to learn he's much too big for such antics, but the desire is still there. What little smile the kit manages at the sight dwindles with Firewing's words and the formal documents handed to her. "Resignation?" Eyes narrow, their amber flecks briefly blazing with unspoken emotions. "Whatever for? I thought all was going well for you here. I'd heard rumor you'd even made acquaintances with a few other dragons."
Firewing smiles at her as he chuckles. "Well...Things have gone good...but things have become hectic in my desert and...I don't think I'll be able to work with the Eyrie anymore..." he looks at her as he sighs. "My path is taking me somewhere else...and...It won't work with Frostmaw's guard anymore..." he said as he looked at her, glancing back and forth between the two. "I've met many dragons...and I think their friendship will help me later...but for now, I must leave...and I don't think I'll be back..." he turns to satoshi as he smiles at her. "Do not worry though...I do not plan to make an enemy of you..." he said smiling at her.
Kirien helps to further stifle Trebel's urge by practically flinging himself against the angha's sinuous body, arms wrapping round his neck to initiate a powerful hug. He pushes his face into the soft fur and murmurs muffled endearments that are entirely lost to the ocean of thick white hair, then pulls back after a moment with a faint grin quirking the corners of his lips. "Ah, I got diamond dust on you. You're sparkly, now," he points out to Trebel in a hushed tone as he rubs a bit at his cheeks, where miniscule ice crystals still linger. As he does so, the empath's attentions drift back toward Firewing and Satoshi, and the empath spends a long couple of seconds silently scrutinising the former, seeking any emotional hint as to the truth behind the dragon's vague explanation.
Satoshi heaves another sigh, this one nearly as worn as the one that had followed the miserable letter earlier. Features take on a pinched arrangement, giving Satoshi a weary and thoroughly unhappy expression. It is clearly not her day today. "Hellfire, if I'm not damned by devils and dragons alike. All I need to make this day perfect es the Leech dropping in." In honesty, Satoshi half-expects it, even going as far as to glance toward the empty space in the room miserably. When nothing appears, the magus shakes her head and manages a faint smile for Firewing, the look lacking any warmth. "Be sure to do so, Scales, because I won't spare your life a fourth time, should we cross opposing paths." While she isn't aware of the actual reason for Firewing's resignation, she's familiar enough with the Red's enterprising ways and his tendency to get drawn into dark and dangerous schemes. Worse than a cat in a store of curiosities, and dragons don't have nine lives.
Firewing laughs slightly as he looks at her and turns to the stairs. "I'll be leaving then...however..." he turns his head over his shoulder to look at her. "If you need me to do anything...don't hesitate to come on down...I'll do work for you..." he said smirking as he reached the stairs before uttering one last part to his sentence. "For the right price..." as he headed down the stairs, his robes trailed behind him as he sighed. "Sato, you -must- make the walk here shorter..." he said before he was ot of earshot, finally finished with the Eyrie.
Satoshi said to Firewing, "You've got -wings-, why are you taking the stairs?!"
Kirien doesn't like the plummeting atmosphere and the thickening presence of unpleasant feelings. A thoughtful scrunch of his nose follows Firewing's departure, the terramancer blindly observing the descent of the dragon who soured Satoshi's mood, until he tears his focus away and returns his gaze to his sibling. "What was all that about?" He pulls a face, brows knitting together in a frown that's a mix of concern and slight irritation. Firewing's parting words did not exactly please Kirien if the cast of his features is anything to go by - he's finished with the Eyrie, maybe, but the Eyrie may not be finished with him.
Satoshi leans back in her chair, scowl still strong and present on her face as she looks toward Kirien. "If I had to hazard a guess? The bag of greedy scales got offered something very, very tempting. But not so tempting that he'd outright betray me... so he's still carrying an appropriate level of fear for myself, and he's carefully playing his cards in case one gamble backfires... Heh." Detecting the cold edge to Satoshi's tone, Trebel burbles an unhappy sound and moves to bump her arm with his snout. The gesture is heartening, the kit unable to resist a smile. "He may learn quickly that he's playing on an entirely new level now. We'll have to keep a close eye on him... which should prove difficult. He's a showboater, never hard to find or follow."
Kirien slants a second glance to the stairs, contemplative. "That's what I was thinking, oui," he murmurs back, taking the necessary steps to bring him alongside the desk, where he passes in front of it, trailing his fingers across the contrasting textures of smooth worktop and rustling papers. Winding his way round, the empath comes to a halt at Satoshi's right and rests back against the desk. A hand lifts to brush at a stray lock of her white hair and give a vulpine ear a gentle brush at its tip in some subtly affectionate gesture. "Tailing him certainly doesn't seem like it'd be difficult...especially when he takes the time to use the stairs despite having wings. Aha." He pauses, then cants his head towards Trebel and reaches to ruffle up the angha's mane, smiling faintly. "Everything's spiraling downwards again, by the looks of things. Sort of to be expected when that parasite es back."
Satoshi glowers at a random piece of paper on her desk with enough unmasked loathing in the look it's a small wonder the letter -doesn't- ignite. Likely a good thing she's an ice magus and not one blessed with fire. A temper like hers, Satoshi'd burn down buildings far too frequently. Kirien's remark receives a short, bitter laugh for response. "No, no, not spiraling downwards at all. The parasite's return just tends to result in other darklings popping up, eager to talk big and hide in his shadow, as if -that- will protect them. ...They'll never learn. But that just means more hunting for us~."
Kirien feels something of the familiar in that emotion; deep and fierce contempt, the kind of hatred that normally makes him nauseous but, occasionally, he simply is able to revel in the intensity of it. It reminds him of something and has him toying with his amulet, thinking back to the messages he found on Kelay's board that were filled with echoes and recognisable sensation. Kirien scrunches his nose up again, a mite disgruntled, then says to Satoshi, "That's a much better way of putting it, chickadee." There is a lot of hunting to do.
Satoshi, despite Kirien's blindness, winks at the terramancer. "What can I say? I'm an optimist. It's hard to think negatively, when you're always winning~."