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Trail to the Stars

Aug 17, 2018
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Arceon @ Nov 11, 2018, 05:28 AM

Hasan Essair
No title
Vampire
6 Posts 2,121 Years Male Vampire Persian Non-Player Character
The summer river; although there is a bridge, my horse goes through the water.
Nov 11, 2018, 05:28 AM / 457 Words
He'd been doing something. Hasan could tell that much, but without Sandalio here, he couldn't say what. Kassander was, of course, supposed to be resting, not doing whatever it was he was doing, but it wasn't as if Hasan could make him rest. Generally, he was too busy holding the fort down, and keeping the Drago from going claws out at each other. Ksenia was around to help, and very useful on that front. She was a little more direct than he was, and some liked to mistaken his calmer demeanor as his being a push over. Hasan had the same command that Kassander did, it was merely that his was quieter.

Fret over his husband he might, Hasan preferred not to smother him. Kassander never took that well, in general, and certainly he'd be less pleased with it than usual, now. Instead of bothering Kassander about resting, Hasan was intending to check on the transports. His shoes clacked on the floor, most of it a natural stone, headed to the warehouses. One hand worried slightly at the opposite arm's sleeve, but if Hasan knew about this tic, he'd missed it, this time. Hasan had many nervous tics, they'd just remained mostly buried. And then Sandalio had gone and disappeared, and Kassander had started breaking down. The only bright side to this was, he wasn't wondering if Kassander and Sandalio really did need each other as much as they'd seemed to. Clearly, the answer was yes.

As he turned a corner, he felt something off. For a moment, he paused in the hallway, paying attention to the signature he sensed. It felt like Daeva, and Hasan wasn't certain one of those needed to be anywhere near Kassander, right now. However, it did feel familiar, too, though Hasan couldn't immediately place why. The Persian frowned, to himself, and changed courses. He could check on the transports in a moment. The Daeva seemed more pressing, even if Apollo had not reacted to them, yet.

Hasan reached his destination, just outside the doors, as a small trail of golden lights, which he recognized as Kassander's, swirled around his boots, and vanished. That must have been what Kassander was doing. The Persian tried not to look annoyed. If nothing else, it was not this one's fault. Ah, actually, Hasan thought this was Ksenia's guardian. Hasan never had figured out why she had one. 

Instead of saying anything, he waited. The Daeva likely would need to decide if he was going the rest of the way, or running, and Hasan wouldn't blame him for doing the latter. 

Daren Caely
No title
Daeva
8 Posts 543 Years Male Daeva Irish Written by Lenara
Nov 11, 2018, 01:58 PM / 386 Words
There were Daevas that were convinced the Hamadaeva was actually the light incarnated. Certainly Azrael had done his best to encourage that sentiment. He'd never exactly prescribed to that believe, as Daren had always heard a quiet female voice when he'd heard the light talking to him, but he supposed the light likely had no gender and maybe the voice didn't matter. She'd stopped talking to him after the Hamadaeva had ripped his wings from his body and cast him down from Maharaja. He'd survived the fall, not through lack of effort.

The light trail that had formed in front of him felt precisely like the light magic that had declared his status as Fallen. Daren almost hadn't followed it for precisely that reason, seeing as he had precisely zero interest in another conflict. On the other hand, he was morbidly curious what it wanted given he couldn't hear the light any more and he hadn't trespassed into Daeva territory since.

He was still sore from his injuries. There was no way he could handle a conflict right now. But if it came to him instead, things would likely be worse. Never mind the quiet tug in his mind was leading in the same direction as the light trail. Since he couldn't follow one without the other, he continued forward, ignoring the sense of dread building in his stomach as he did so.

It led him down an unfamiliar path into an area of the city that felt like vampire. ... A lot of vampire, actually. Er. He paused when the light trail seemed to stop directly at the feet of someone who was reasonably familiar. He froze there, seeming to weigh his options. Walking any deeper into vampire territory with semi-open wounds was a really stupid idea, logically.

But he hadn't the faintest idea why the light trail had led him to ...Hasan, was it? The tug still was there, so he hadn't found what it wanted. But the tug did lead further into the complex, he thought. Finally he made a decision, and continued forward towards the man. Either he'd be okay, or it would probably be over quickly.

Hasan Essair
No title
Vampire
6 Posts 2,121 Years Male Vampire Persian Non-Player Character
The summer river; although there is a bridge, my horse goes through the water.
Nov 11, 2018, 10:41 PM / 399 Words
That didn't take quite as long as Hasan had been expecting. He'd expected a little more waffling than that, but being fair about it, it was very difficult to escape a vampire. It was even more difficult to escape an entire coven, and Ksenia was here, anyway. Hasan wasn't sure if Kassander had led him to him, or his mother, now that was a question. He'd ask, but - well, maybe he'd ask, anyway. Obviously, Kassander was awake. As the other got closer, Apollo let out the soft beep that signalled it didn't intend to shove the newcomer back out, and Hasan looked perhaps a hair perplexed, for a moment, shifting his weight.

"I'm not sure if you're here because of Kassander, or Ksenia," he admitted, crossing his arms loosely. "I suppose it doesn't terribly matter either way." Kassander had said he'd be back, eventually. Hasan's gaze narrowed, slightly, glancing behind Daren. His wings were missing. Seemed they had another one of those, and it was unfortunate it was this one. On the other hand, he'd always struck Hasan as the type that'd do what he thought was right, even if he was the only one that was, and that was precisely the type of individual Kassander would like, very much, but perhaps not the one that kept shredding feathers.

In any case, he likely still had his focus, and Hasan was very aware the centre of that focus was Ksenia. Whether he understood why, or not, was really not the point. Hasan never needed to understand, that was more for Kassander to understand, than he. "She's upstairs, at the moment," the Persian went on, turning slightly toward the doors. "If you'll follow me, I can take you to her. It may be a bit more prudent than wandering around a vampire coven's buildings following a vague sensation." His wings hadn't been gone for long, and Hasan only knew that because the scent was still quite strong. Admittedly, they didn't have any particularly young vampires, any more, thus he was likely safe, but still. Chances, time had taught the Persian not to take them.

Daren Caely
No title
Daeva
8 Posts 543 Years Male Daeva Irish Written by Lenara
Nov 13, 2018, 05:12 PM / 283 Words
Daren heard the beep faintly. His forehead creased slightly at the sound, but he left it at that, continuing to approach until he was within a conversational distance of the Vampire, and he stopped. The other addressed him rather immediately, which Daren supposed was probably better than wondering for very long what might be the point of being here.

Kassander or Ksenia. "Ksenia is still here?" He sounded surprised by that, and yet also relieved. ...How had the other lied then though, because they had said - well. In hindsight, it could have been taken a few different ways, and Daren mentally kicked himself for immediately jumping to the worst of them and not considering that maybe, just maybe, she was waiting for him somewhere reasonably safe for her.

Daren noticed the precise moment that the Vampire recognized his missing wings. Well, it wasn't like he was going to be able to hide that fact, so it was just as well, he supposed.

"Okay." Daren would certainly not scoff at a guide taking him where he needed to go. "Ah. I wouldn't have wandered so far in if it weren't for the lights." That he still... didn't know where had come from. They still felt like the ones that had been used against him. He still wasn't entirely certain what had possessed him to follow the lights but here they were.

Maybe he'd leave that part off. "I'm glad she's okay." Yes, he was. At least one thing hadn't gone horribly wrong.