RP:Meeting under the stars
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Dagon and Aira dispatch of a few gang members, then set seeds involving their home city.
East Arril Street
Dagon stands around the eastern corner behind the weapon shop in Cenril. Behind him, a human wearing a bandanna and a long coat with a symbol . The masked man is approached by another set of men all of who all share the same long coat and symbol. The mage presses himself flat against the wall as if he were waiting for an event to occur.
Aira was moving once again in the shadows, a black hood concealing her platinum locks to make it easier for her to hide. The only part of her that might give her away was her piercing metallic gaze. Here bow was slung over her body, the string cutting across her chest. Her booted footfalls made little nose and as she rounded the corner she froze; the familiar figure of the fire man coming into view. Those copper eyes of her narrowed into a slit as she watched him.
Dagon inhales and begins to step out from the corner as he does he lets out a string of words his hands moving quickly in a manor, casting his spell He thrusts both hands forward and two fire balls form from each hand and rushes, one racing for each man. Three of the four hit their target sending a burning mark on the three men, the other escaped harm and begins looks around for the attacker upon his allies then starts to rush toward Dagon drawing his sword as he gets ready to attack the high elf
Aira crouched down and watched intently as Dagon chanted his words causing two fireballs to form. She cast her head to the side, leaning to see their intended targets. She gasped slightly as he sent them flying towards the white coated men, quickly standing. She watched as three were engulfed in flames but a fourth escaped, looking for the assailant. Metallic eyes widen as one wields a sword and moves towards Dagon. Running on instinct, Aira’s bow is whipped over her head, an arrow pulled from the quiver on her back. Before the man has a chance to advance, Aira lets her arrow fly, striking the man in his hand causing him to drop his sword. Another follows soon after, striking him in the shoulder.
Dagon looks back behind him, looking and taking note of Aira. He gives a slight nod of both thanks and approval. The mage lifts his hand to the dragon scales that line his coat. He plucks one of the scales from the shoulder area and places the scale into his mouth. A few movements of his arms and hands and his typical smug smile crosses his face. He opens his mouth, upon full opening a cone of fire escapes from his mouth. The cone covering the width of the road from building to building the burst racing engulfs the gang member surrounding him in fire and the heat stripping him of his life while offering the unremarkable scent of burning flesh.
Aira curtly nodded back to the man who sent one her way as well. She watched as he plucked a dragon scale and held it to his face. Had she not been there to witness, she would have never believed the roaring flames that he emitted from his mouth. Aira took several paces back, covering her mouth and nose with the fabric of her hood as the smell of burnt flesh assaulted her senses. She wondered what the hell had been going on and who this fire mage was.
Dagon moved through the wreckage stepping over the burned man and moves to one of the lucky ones to go down from the fireballs. He reaches down and grabs the patch that bares the gangs emblem. Placing the piece into the folds of his robes he turns and walks back to the woman. “Hey, Kiddo, thanks for the help back there. Sorry about the scent, it'll wash out fairly easily.” Aira lowered her hand holding the fabric and scowled towards the man. “I am -not- a kid, as I’ve told you before.” She leaned to one leg, peering past the man towards the wreckage down the street. “What was that about anyway, Fire Man?”
Dagon points to the men behind him. “They are members of Pariah, one of the local gangs here. This one was talking about meeting with his crew last night, and thought I would have a bit of fun and spoil their party. Thanks for the help.”
Aira wrinkled her nose slightly, accentuating the freckles that dotted her nose and cheeks. Copper eyes flicker back to the wreckage once more before settling upon her fellow half elf once more. She slung her bow across her body once more and tucked a stray platinum lock behind her tapered ear. “I was just trying to keep him from stabbing you,” she offered with a shrug.
Dagon shrugs in return. “He wouldn't have gotten close enough, but thanks anyways. If you want any of their loot it's yours to spend on your studies” he grins and looks her over. “So, what brings you out into the night this time, or did you just miss me that much you were hoping to find me again? I don't blame you, If I had met me the way you met me, I'd want to meet me again.”
Aira tilted her head to the side before scoffing, moving towards the bodies. She did not loot, as it wasn’t her style. Instead, she placed her booted foot on the man she had shot, wrenching the arrows from his shoulder and hand, storing them in her quiver once more. She wagged her finger at the man as she approached him. “You wish I missed you. I don’t even know who you are.”
Dagon laughs slightly to himself “The mystery I'm sure adds to the lust. But it's ok, no one here is judging you.” he looks down to the burnt man “Though, he may be judging your shot, but that's not important now.” he looks over the man and tilts his head. Then gazes back to the woman “But it's ok, you can deny it all you want. But were I you, I wouldn't stay in this city for too much longer. The gangs here are going to be the least of the worries.”
Aira ’s mouth visibly opened, her jaw dropping at his mention of her lusting after him. She lofted her brow and shook her head disbelieving me. “It’s not denying when it’s untrue.” Really? The nerve. The high elf leaned against the wall, tenting her knee and pressing her foot against the brick. Her arms come to cross over her chest. “I am not afraid of the gangs, but thanks for the suggestion.”
Dagon grins “You can lie to yourself all you want, but you still have yet to answer what brought you out tonight.” the mage lowers his hood revealing his pointed ears as well as the red hair and red eyes that were unusual for their surface kin. He moves over and stands next to her on the wall and places his foot up on the wall behind him and moves his gaze up to the sky.
Aira rolled her metallic orbs, muttering something under her breath. She noted the redness of his eyes and hair as he lowered his hood. She turned her head to the side to look upon him as he moved next to her. “I wasn’t aware that I had to answer to -you-.” She allowed a half smirk to tug on the corner of her lips before matching his gaze to the sky. “But if you must know I was visiting the beach.”
Dagon smiles himself as she finally answers “Looking for the mermaids? Thinking of looking to sink the city?” he asks rapidly then shrugs “You don't have to answer to me, but you did anyways, which leads to my first assumption of the night.”
Aira :: “If I was lusting after you, you would know it.” She responded matter-of-factly. The talk of mermaids and sinking the city piqued her interest but she chose to remain silent on the matter. Internally she wondering if that was an ongoing issue in Rynvale? No, the truth was she missed swimming and there weren’t many opportunities for that up in the bitter cold of Frostmaw. However, she remained mum on that subject.
Dagon chuckled at her short response it was then that he pulled out a small stick, no bigger then a twig that fell from one of the trees in Rynvale. He holds it in the forward in the middle space between the two of them. With out so much of a spoken word the tip of the wooden piece begins to smoke. Soon after the smoke begins to build a ball of fire forms around the top and begins to take shape, molding smoothly around until it takes the form of a closed rose. He moves the fire rose closer to her “In thanks again for your help.” if she decided to take the offering when she had it fully in her grasp the rose bulb would open to reveal a beautiful flower made from fire, Dagon would then speak a few words permeating the spell.
Aira dropped her mesmerizing, metallic gaze to fire starter again as he chuckled. Despite her resolve to appear bored, her eyes landed on the twig he pulled out and holds it between them. She watches as it begins to smoke and then spark. Unsurprisingly, it bursts into flames, however, it to fold and take the shape of a rosebud. Aira’s harsh demeanor seemed to fade away slightly as he offered it to her in thanks, it was definitely not a gesture she was used to. For a brief moment she remained unmoved, but eventually reached forward and took the flower in her hands. “Thank you,” she offered in a quiet voice.
Dagon nods “It should last, I'm not real practiced in making permanent spells, but with things like that it will last and... “ he moves his hand through the flame “It won't burn if you touch it.” it was at this that he offered a simple smile then returned his gaze back up to the stars in the night sky.
Aira chuckled, “Well, I am not skilled in any magic so whatever you do it impressive.” To test his theory she moved her slender fingers through the rose, feeling no burn there. “And don’t think I’m trying to flatter you either!” She added before lifting the fire rose to her face and turning it to and fro to examine it. The flames flickered, making her copper eyes seem to sparkle. “So am I ever going to know your name or shall I continue to call you Fire Man?”
Dagon turns his gaze to look over her and nods “I enjoy Fire man, But if you insist on knowing,” he says before extending his hand “The name is Dagon a pleasure to meet one of our own kind away from the island.”
Aira extended her hand towards her fellow high elf. “Nice to me you Dagon, I am Aira.” She gently grasped his hand in her slender one. “This is the closest I will ever get to the island again.”
Dagon turns his gaze to the east, looking in the direction of the island. “A shame the fish people have their eyes set on Cenril, it's that retched place that needs to sink. Or rather...” he pauses the once cheerful grin upon his face fades and his eyes seem to dance as they turn into flames leaving the sentence unfinished.”
Aira followed Dagon’s gaze to the east where her former home lay. Where her fears and nightmares still lingered. She let out a deep sigh that caused an errant lock of hair to dance across her face. “I would love to see that place go up in flames,” she muttered in a dangerously low voice.
Dagon nods and looks her over looking at her bow. He gently grabs an arrow from her quiver and stands facing out to a clear view that lead to the beach. He holds the arrow out to her “Knock it.” he says gently in suggestion rather then command.
Aira blinked up at Dagon as he selected an arrow and handed it to her, telling her to knock it. She slowly took the arrow from his hands, tucking her magical rose behind her tapered ear. She pulled her bow from her body and knocked the arrow into place.
Dagon places his hand over the head of the arrow and with in minutes the arrow head is a flame. He moves behind her gently placing his hands on her shoulder and aims her to face the island. He had no expectation that the arrow would make it off the beach of cenril let alone across the ocean to the island but he hoped the symbolism wouldn't be lossed on her when he told her “Fire”.
Aira tilted her head to the side slightly and watched as Dagon lit the head of her arrow on fire. He gaze followed him until he stood behind her and gently moved her to face Rynvale and told her to “fire”. She grinned then, a genuine smile that lightened up her face considerably. She pulled her bowstring back and aimed towards the beach, the symbolism not lost on her. She let her arrow fly in an impressive arch, watching the flame fly through the darkness before it landed in the sand. She slowly lowered her bow, relaxing her stance before turning to face Dagon again. “Maybe one day.”
Dagon nods "Soon Aira, Soon. Pieces need to be set into place and it will be done."
Aira nodded her head as she plucked the rose from behind her ear again. She pulled the bow across her body once more. “Count me in when the time comes,” she grinner, her eyes glinting with mischief. “But I really must be off.” She took a step towards Dagon and prodded him in the chest. “I’ll see you around Fire Man,” she offered with a wink before sauntering off down the street and around the corner.
Dagon gives a nod watching as she saunters off. It is when she is around the corner that he would lower his hand and forcefully shove a fireball in direction the arrow had flown. His fireball taking a more direct path, but to him it placed his own intention into the air. “Soon...” he says to himself before turning his back on the island and moving back through the ocean city to find more thugs to burn.