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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 21:06:13 GMT -5
Mose observes the Rakar with interest, though not to the point of making such a big deal about learning how to conjure one up. He puts the books back after a while and heads back to the trade shop to take over Kayman's shift, letting him go wander off and stroll around the city for a while.
Unlike the elder of the two, Kayman simply wanders around, observing all the other insomniacs walking around, trying to tire themselvse out. They don't give much of a glance to the pale appearance of his skin, or that he wasn't looking for something to tire him out. And, equally, Kayman doesn't give much attention to them.
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Post by Christi on Jan 1, 2009 21:16:18 GMT -5
Mira roused from her sleep, sitting up and blinking sleepily around the room to see what it was that had awoken her. Nothing seemed out of place to her hazy mind, though she could hardly not notice how silent it was. She tensed, on alert at once as she slipped from the bed and grabbed the dagger from her bedside table. It could have just been the time of night, though she wasn't about to take the chance as she studied her room more thoroughly, her attention drawn to the open doors that led to the balcony which over-looked the gardens. Warily, she edged toward them to have a look, quite sure that she had closed them before turning in, her Rakar watching her from the spot upon which it was curled on the bed. Upon reaching the balcony, she could find nothing suspicious, wondering if she might have merely thought she'd closed them but had been too tired and fallen asleep before she could do so. Giving a slight sigh for being so paranoid, she sheathed the dagger and started to turn around, her Rakar giving an alarmed cry a moment too late as she was grabbed from behind. A cloth with a bitter-sweet scent that she recognized vaguely from her lessons as the oil from a certain plant that could render one unconscious was placed over her nose and mouth.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 21:25:41 GMT -5
Kayman is suddenly interrupted from his stroll by the sense of a hightened shock and surprise, followed by the weakening of awareness. Frowning in suspicion, he warps straight to where he felt the lacking spirit, appearing on the edge of the balcony to see what was going on while his black, monk-like cloak forms over his body to keep him concealed.
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Post by Christi on Jan 1, 2009 21:29:29 GMT -5
The man that had grabbed her stared up in surprised at his sudden appearance, he himself wearing garments that were dark in colour and a mask covering his features, quite obviously the garb of an assassin.
Mira struggled through the haze, trying to keep herself awake as her vision blurred on her.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 21:33:32 GMT -5
Kayman's hood obscures his vision, only revealing his lower face, as he stares at the assassin, trying to uncover any secrets from the flow of his spirits; any reason he would be attacking the new ruler with such sly hostility.
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Post by Christi on Jan 1, 2009 21:39:23 GMT -5
It appears that he was hired by the nobleman that she had insulted earlier, the man having taken a grudge toward her for it.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 21:42:38 GMT -5
Though Kayman can't make out most of what was going on, his main concern is the wellbeing of the planet's new ruler. Without a second thought, he zooms towards the assassin with enough speed to leave blue streaks in his wake and back-hands his fist straight into his face with the force of a flying cinder block.
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Post by Christi on Jan 1, 2009 21:46:08 GMT -5
The man lost his grip on Mira, being sent tumbling back from the hit. Mira collapsed to her knees, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air now that the cloth no longer covered her face.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 21:53:19 GMT -5
Kayman plants himself between the assassin and Mira, glaring at the hostile while baring his vampire-like fangs and hissing like an agitated cat.
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Post by Christi on Jan 1, 2009 21:56:13 GMT -5
The assassin got up a bit dazed, knowing the price that was at stake for her and debating on whether he should risk it.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 22:04:47 GMT -5
Kayman reaches into his cloak and swipes out a 3ft, triple bladed pike, the height extending to twice its size. He points the blade at the assassin, giving off an air of seriousness in protecting Mira from his advance.
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Post by Christi on Jan 1, 2009 22:08:45 GMT -5
The assassin decides that it wouldn't be worth it at this time, making a run for the doors and startling the guards posted outside of them when he threw them open to take off down the hall.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 22:15:11 GMT -5
Kayman watches the assassin run off before zipping off after him, leaving a blue streak in his wake, intending to chase him away from the palace and ensure he never comes back.
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Post by Christi on Jan 1, 2009 22:21:49 GMT -5
The assassin made for the gates, clambering up over them to flee.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 1, 2009 22:25:13 GMT -5
Kayman stops at the gate and watches him flee.
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