Demian

He could've sworn he caught the player before she fell. But right before an answer could be relayed to him, Daemien took his leave, huffing with a bite of venom stuck rooted in the back of his throat. "—You should be watching yourself before the others." A red glare underneath his lifted eyepatch, before he continued. "I think they need you more than you might realize." The youth's departure was quick, world shifting past in echoes right before any of the group could catch his figure. He continued to pace, holding tight to his shrouded garb once he'd dropped a hold of his optic's cov

That couldn't have been [Disguise], could it? Even as he continued his ascent, no trace of his companion remained, and yet he couldn't shake off the feeling that they were, still, following him. Strange to be pursued. He was the one tailing them in the first place. Safety in numbers. The skill usage had to be different. "They're changing," the voice informed, to which Daemien glanced back the way that they came from. "Hounds, it looks like. Creatures of the dark." The tap on his shoulder made him turn once more, facing the view below. "Down there." So he looked. And what a

What was it that just rescued him? It seemed to hold a voice. The moment Daemien showed any signs of confidence, of course the universe would conspire against him at it. Slippery footing; the man had nearly fallen flat on his face just as the duo had rounded a corner, but the shadowy figure that caught him hadn't been there one second ago. So what exactly was happening, again? Had the blot find itself stuck around for long, mayhaps the man would've caught sight of them, that tall shambling monstrosity that sent shivers down the youth's spine. A sputter as he rose, coughing out the sc

"I think I can hold myself plenty fine," the youth argued back. Under his cowl and the harsh receding light, the last bit of visibility could only make so much grace to a smirk and the glint of the sigil upon his eyepatch. "Thank you very much for your input." The stranger's form was just as indifferent as ever. He'd never expected it to change. Their trek would take them up a linear path. All other routes considered, it was their best bet had they wanted to remain as stable as possible, despite the rough inclination of the terrain, and the harsh flooding of the waters down around th

So he wasn't alone on his ascent. Partway through, he'd spotted a figure moving at just about the same pace he was, if not but dexterity in their steps. A lightness (still?) on their snowy white mantle, and that swirling yellow crystal -- he'd seen it before. His strides quickened, splashes barely making waves through the slough pooling at their feet. Though the cover he wore had lost its value, he wondered if the other's carried the same tell-tale enhancement, eying their form up and down. Nondescript. As he'd expected. And yet there was some sort of allure to finding another of these co

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Though the rain continued, he found it lighter, easier now. Almost as though the ink was willing to slough off his form with the dark tarp around his figure, though Daemien could feel the cold of the liquid seep into the material and chill him to his very core. He huffed, that animalistic exhale, eyes scanning the environment around him for any trace of higher ground -- and he would find it upon the mountaintops nearby. But that was absurd. In clear daylight? The growing flood by his feet was one factor to worry about, he was certain, however higher ground without any shelter spelled of a

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So it was there, then, that he would have to decide on his next course of action. Gradually, as the pool of shadows only but shivered at his feet, Daemien was slowly swiping off the grime that had slathered upon his figure, wrestling with the attempt in futility that was ignoring the windows of red and black appearing before him of the ink's origins. When the man was certain of his cleanliness, he stuck his head out the cavern's entrance, an uneasy eye scanning the surroundings for any signs of shelter whilst he was on the move. --And the storm continued to rage on, droplets of black hitt

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Cardinal could have him run forever, if it wished to. It was easier now, having gotten used to the way his limbs moved in tandem with the system, but the sting of the ink would but slow him down eventually -- he knew with a gaze shot towards the skies. Now, the downpour was growing dark enough to cloud the world in hazy smears and streaks of void. A shelter somewhere that wasn't outdoors was his best bet, but there was little to trust about architecture and natural caverns alike. He took the latter when he spotted an entrance, however. Like a wet dog coming out from a pool, Daemien shook

It was like thunder playing with lightning, their chase. Where droplets of amorphous liquid would pelt the ground, Daemien had thoroughly managed to avoid its spots, only suffering from the flecks of marsh that had managed to hit his form through recoil from ground contact. Muddied in tar and liquid void, the man raced through the shadowed canopies, the layout of the second floor but a track unveiled in his mind, just as he was searching for an appropriate hideaway somewhere out in the wilderness. But it would be futile, Daemien knew. When Cardinal wanted something done, it was easy for i

"It's done, Bistro." The slow descent of the man down the steps was only a brief relief for the alchemist to pull her vision away from her work. A steeled gaze, hazed over with distraction settled on a set of fresh, lazy magentas. From Daemien's chest, the potion bottles pressed close to his arm were pulled away from him one at a time, glass clinking heavy on the broker's wooden workspace. When he'd completed his gift giving, he gave his company a curt nod. "Extras, from the last set you'd handed me. Guess I'm a returning customer from here on out."

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