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 Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 1:52 pm
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"It is not important, as long as they are discovered," Medea replied, in a moment of slight clarity. She returned to petting her new Small Child foxfire. "As long as they are discovered, the opportunity for Destruction will reveal itself. You are are simply children after all, there is no need to meddle." There she went again in her condescending manner. It was sometimes hard to peg how old Medea exactly was as she consistently replaced any useful behaviour with petulance and impulse.
"When the opportunity finally arrives," here Medea squeezed the everloving stuffing out of the foxfire, "we will take it, fold it, bend it to our will. And then, what should have been dead will finally die."
She paused, finally releasing the foxfire as she leaned back into her fortress of pillows. "Now children. Your task is simple, ensure that the fragments are found. Wreck destruction and havoc upon the human world and make the hidden fragments manifest. Harvest Fear in your Distortion crystals, and save it for the fated days to come. Until then, a favour for a favour. What do you seek for yourselves in return, after the fated day?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:11 pm
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Shaheen did not quite see how it was unimportant to know exactly who held them, but she took it to mean that Medea didn't actually know. But that was fine, because despite her condescending demeanor, she seemed to be giving them a way to find out, though she had to wonder at how it was not their place to meddle, when it seemed that the reason they were even here was because they were doing just that. Meddling with the hierarchy, with trying to change the positions of power within the lost clans.
But in the end, they were simply here to help move things along.
"Of course, head priestess. Apologies for assuming to know what is important." She bowed her head, though the action doubled as a way to hide the agitation in her gaze at needing to apologize at all, considering they had done everything asked of them so far and were still being treated as nothing more then children.
With her instructions, Shaheen's face jerked back up sharply. It was hard to hide the sheer amount of joy she felt at the words being spoken. Destruction and havoc. Chaos. Discord. These were things that those of war knew well, that she had specialized in, the type of duties that her and Shik had gone to the human world to execute on countless numbers of occasions.
Death had put that all on pause, of course, but it had only been a matter of time before the war duo would find themselves a way to get back in the business of terrorizing humans, with or without permission.
The fact that they now had permission was just a bit of an added bonus.
With her final question, however, Shaheen took pause, biting her tongue against the words that swiftly leaped to mind. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that Shik would want the same. It was something they had discussed before, though she had been slightly surprised that his lust for power was so similar to her own, considering he had never put himself forward for such in the past.
But it had been a long time coming. They, together, had done so much. They, together had each risen to elder, and together they were putting the best interests of all horsemen to the forefront of there minds, to bring them back to the glory that they had once been. Together fighting titans, together collecting Fear, together doing whatever it took to get further ahead, not just for themselves, but for all of the lost clans.
It was about time to get some damn recognition for that.
"I will strive towards what I always have and will continue to long after this day. Power, and position to go along with it. Strength to rival even that of the heirs, if such is obtainable." She smiled, and it was not nearly enough to warm the look in her eyes. "The clans could use a little more in the strong leadership department, and I offer myself up as such."
Her eyes flickered towards Shik, to show him that she was finished with what she had to say, inviting him to speak, and hopefully say much the same, though she would be surprised, and quite disappointed, if he didn't.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 1:03 pm
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There it was again, children. The first few times Shik had shrugged it off, but now he was starting to bristle at the term; it manifested in a rustle of his wings, though they kept low out of deference. He knew better than to speak out, even if it was his very nature to do so.
Destruction was being promised, at any rate. And wasn't that just the ultimate goal? And now they were being given permission to do what they should have been doing for weeks now, at last.
"Their guardsmen, these . . . Boogeymen. They will interfere as they have before," Shik observed. "Have you a way to keep them from meddling? As for the favor . . ." He met Shaheen's eyes and smirked before settling back on Medea, interested in how far they could push this. "I couldn't put it better myself. Make it an order for two."
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 8:38 pm
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It took him a moment to comprehend that Medea had agreed. And then Shik was grinning from ear to ear. Oh, treason was just delicious; no wonder Conquest had political intrigue. But this wasn't betrayal, no, this was simply taking what was rightfully theirs. Eris had had her time. Now, befitting War's tenets, it was their time to fight for theirs. What greater way to begin than to defeat Death itself?
There was no downside to this as far as he was concerned. If they failed, they would be recognized, infamous at the very least; and they would most certainly die for it. But if they won . . . ah, if they won . . . He trusted Medea implicitly; he had to.
For now.
"Thank you, High Priestess." Shik bowed and stretched his wings behind him before yanking the foxfire up by the collar. "It shall be done, and swiftly so."
Shaheen would soon have to learn with how to deal with a giddy Shikoba Len.
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