Thread: Mirage ~ All Welcome

Gabriel grimaced a little when Loi tried to push the question of just how he changed. He regretted having added that last bit and honestly wasn’t quite sure why he had done that. It wasn’t in his best interest for one of the staff to find out what he could do, else they might charge him for the times he skipped out on the bills.

“Glad you spilled the drink on me? Ha…well, it is nice talking to someone so I’m rather glad you did that as well.”

His words were threatening to slur, but he was putting forth great effort to speak clearly. He didn’t want to appear as if he couldn’t handle his drinks, less she try to make him out to be feminine again. He gave her a sly, yet soft smile.

“Ish okay, most people only notice me once.”

With that, his smile turned into more of a grin.

Kyrr was intrigued. He thought for a moment, taking a swig from the new mug before answering. “What am I? I am a harbinger of justice, a deliverer of light in this dark universe. Wherever evil lurks, no matter how dark its lair, I will follow, to end its miserable existence. I am not merciful, because evil is not merciful. I am not forgiving, because evil is not forgiving. I am not kind, nor caring, nor gentle. I have no time for such things.”

He paused for a second, then chuckled quietly. His left arm flexed unconsciously. “You are curious of the nature of my arm; it was a gift, one I paid for ten-fold. I am still as human as you, in most ways. In others . . .” Kyrr trailed off, staring into the distance of a starfield that wasn't there. In other ways he was more Vong than human. Pain was a friend to him now, rather than a nuisance to be pushed aside. The Force was no longer a devout religion, but rather a companion in time of need. Many things had changed during his time with the Yuuzhan Vong. Many things . . . He shook off thoughts of the past; better to stay in the present.

“I am not offended. Without questions, how would we learn? It is ingrained into the instincts of all intelligent beings to question. Curiosity is not rudeness, it is the basis of sentience.” Kyrr's attention was caught momentarily by a brief ruckus at a table on the far side of the establishment. A huge, hulking giant of a man was roughly pulling a young woman by the arm, trying to force her to leave with him. The girl, probably about twenty standard years old, clearly did not want to go. Kyrr sighed. It was the same everywhere, he thought; there was always some drunken fool either too stubborn to see that his affections were not returned or just cruel enough not to care. This thick-browed cretin was the latter, he'd wager.

Normally he wouldn't bother with such a lowly upset, it was below him. But there was something about that girl . . . With a harshly muttered, “Excuse me for a moment,” to the woman in front of him, Kyrr dropped heavily from the tall stool and strode over. His long legs ate up the distance in a matter of seconds, and then he was there. Standing behind the giant, even his generous height dwarfed by this oversize brute, Kyrr spoke three quiet words, “Let her go.” With a surprised grunt, the man turned to face Kyrr, his large meaty hand still wrapped around the girl's arm. "Huh?"

“I'll only ask you once.” There was suddenly a chill in the air.

“Or what? 're you gonna trip me with your lil' footsies?” the man sneered, amidst appreciative chuckles from the surrounding tables.

“No, just this,” a smile came to Kyrr's gray-skinned face as, with a quick snap of his wrist, a slender cord-like shape unwrapped itself from his waist and scythed through the suddenly cold air. There was a soft thud as the drunken brute's arm hit the floor, and silence seemed to emanate from it for a moment. As quickly as it had appeared, the living staff re-assumed its dormant position at Kyrr's waist along with its twin with a soft whisper of movement. The frightened girl gasped, but didn't scream. The man whose limb had just been severed was not so quiet. His pained scream reverberated through the cantina, echoing loudly. The serpent-like amphistaff did not cauterize the wound as a lightsaber would, and so the shock was much worse. The giant of a man, now short one arm, fell to his knees, clasping the spurting stump.

"You should get a tourniquet for that." His objective met, Kyrr turned and made his way back to the bar, flipping a coin to Raava. “That should cover the damages.”

Bennington fell into the threshold of Mirage. He sighed deeply, and collapsed, saying, "They're gone." He was unconcious. ((Not to insult your intelligence or anything. =P))

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Remy awoke in his bed in Biarritz, France.
"He's safe."

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Bourkeley's head was pressed to the anvil.
"For associating with a witch, you die." the headsman said, raising his axe.

LB: can't insult what's not there lately.

Loi grinned quite happily in response to the slight slurring of the elf's words.

"Your's is an interesting name. Is it spelled Gabrielle or Gabriel? Or is it strung together in some other strangely spelled way as seems to be the fashion with names these days?"


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Raava watched the swift but violent interaction between the two creatures. She then deftly caught Kyrr's coin in her hand.

Most others in the place looked on in a shocked horror at the sight but soon went back to their own businesses. Raava turned her full attention back to Kyrr.

"Why did you feel obliged to interfere when you didn't know what the story behind the struggle might have been. What if the girl was some intergalactic serial killer and the beast was merely apprehending her?


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Bennington fell through the front doors and Raava stood, waved for one of the beefy bouncer type guys to tend to the man.

They dragged Bennington through the bar, laid him in an empty booth and left him there.

When attention turned form the Lord a scruffy looking young man eased over and started rummaging through Bennington's clothes for anything that might be of monetary value.


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Raava stood. "LOI!" Tend this creature," she called as she motioned toward the disarmed man.

Loi gave Gabriel an apologetic glance and then dutifully obeyed. She rushed to the fallen and still screaming man. If anyone had bothered to notice, it would have looked strange for someone of the little waitress's size to lift and support such a massive beast of a creature.

She helped him toward the rear of Mirage and together they disappeared into a dark room.

Mirage's manager then helped the nearly abducted young woman to the bar where she helped the girl into a seat.

"Do you know her?" she asked of Kyrr

“If that was the case I would not have acted. The evil in his mind was plain, her thoughts were frightened but innocent. Do not think to question my judgment and I will not question yours. You did not act because you did not know what the story behind the struggle was; I acted because I did not need to know. I however have an advantage you do not.” Kyrr hesitated, not sure if he wanted to extrapolate on the powers that the Force granted him. Raava meanwhile turned her attention to the man still sitting on the floor, clutching at his bleeding stump. At her instruction, a slight waitress assisted him to his feet and helped him to a room in back. Odd, Kyrr thought, she hadn't even showed any real effort when she bore most of the huge man's weight. He'd have to keep that in mind.

By then Raava was leading the frightened young woman to a seat near Kyrr. After she was seated, Raava asked did he know the girl.

“No, and it is better that I do not. Do you have a room where she could sleep?” What he didn't mention was the brief but powerful surge he had felt through the Force when he had first seen the girl. The real reason he had stepped in. If he hadn't, the lass would have probably killed the brute manhandling her, and likely a dozen more besides. She wouldn't have meant to, but her fear made her powerful. More than she knew. How she had found her way here Kyrr did not know, and she was not his responsibility. But she didn't need to be around all these people right now. The Force was new to her, he sensed, and she could barely control herself with all these thoughts pummeling the outer walls of her consciousness. She needed to be alone.

So he would get her a room, and put off the inevitable disaster a bit, but beyond that she not his problem. He had enough on his hands at the moment. In a moment, he was going to go and wake the man that the bouncers had just dragged in. He looked like he might have an interesting story to relate...

"Hey, huh wait a minute. Gabrielle...isn't that the gurl's version?" His words were still a bit slurred but it was obvious that his thoughts weren't processing as clear as before. I squinted for a moment, his brow furrowing as he thought about her question. He laughed a bit, more of a giggle then a laugh and then he spoke to hear in somewhat of a conspiratorial tone.

"It'z actually neidder way, that's justa name I use so people won't know my real one becauze my real one has power...but don't tell anyone!"

He chuckled a little more, smiling and leaning back in his seat as if he had just revealed something of drastic importance - though in truth, he really had.

Bennington awoke and looked around. It was dark. He felt for his Magnum. Still there. Sitting up, he felt his ankle sheaths. One of the knives was missing. Fuck. That had cost him a lot of money. He took the remaining knife and held it in his dominant right hand and held the gun in his left. He stood up slowly, noiselessly. He felt a wall. He began to feel around the room. He felt a door knob. He pressed his ear against the door and heard loud clinking and laughs. He opened the door a crack and peeked out. He saw, among ordinary people, a large man with strange green armour and two whips at his hip and a weapon similar to the one that Malyss had used. Malyss... What had happened after the knights had called for reinforcement? He couldn't remember. That man must be his captor. With a sudden burst of energy, he hurled the door open, popped into the threshold, squared his shoulders to the strange man and began firing.