Found Out
Mirage watched as Destane took hold of her son's wrist to lead him through
the mana portal he had just created, and had to remember to breathe as an
odd feeling came over her. Something had been set in motion, she didnt know
what it was yet, but she did know it would all be revealed one day, a day
she didnt look forward to.
And then the image faded, gettting fuzzier and fuzzier until it became
black. Aladdin was startled as he felt a slight pushing. He blinked open his
eyes to see Xerxes butting his head into him, trying to dislodge him off his
unconscious Mozenrath.
"Please, get off master, go" , Xerxes pleaded in a nasal scratchy and all
around umpleasent voice.
Aladdin jumped up, realizing what had just happen. It had worked, he
thought, looking at his now normal hands, he'd seen Mozenraths
memorys.......and Allah what memorys. As he looked down at the sorcerer,
being orbited by a nervous eel, he felt way too akward for comfort. He felt
flighty and ran to the door, he stopped as a cold rush of air slapped in the
face, making him relive the guilt he shoved back down. He stole and forced
Mozenrath expose memories he most likely didnt care to remember, knocked him
unconscious basically with what ever had came from his hands, and even with
the intent to! And now he was gonna run cause he got a little freaked.?
Aladdin got angry. He's not a coward, he wanted to know and he found out.
Sure Mozenrath is, was? gay and what was more disturbing than even that was
Mirage, that catling that he battled against more times than he could
count......but, why didnt he notice it before? Wouldnt she still visit him,
wouldnt they even be in the same place at the same time, at least once? But
that wasnt any of his buisness. But what was his business was that he
basically attacked someone who couldnt even defend himself at the moment.
Aladdin steeled his resolve and headed back into the Citadel.
Mozenrath woke and for a moment didnt know where he was. It was too much of
and effort to open his eyes, his pounding head and the cool invite of the
pillow confirmed that.
Wait! Sheets?.....How had he got to a bed? He dragged himself up into a
sitting posistion and looked around the small bedroom. Well at least he was
in his own bed. He sighed in relief and looked around the small bedroom. He
may not have used it since he was younger, but at least it was his and
famillar. He rustled the deep indigo sheets as he looked to see Xerxes,
curled up like some odd cat at the foot of the bed, not a hands reach away.
Mozenrath, even through his resentment of the thing and his merciless
hangover, had to recognize Xerxes was, if nothing else, loyal. He slipped
out of bed, being uncharestically considerate not to wake Xerxes and slothed
down to the shower. Almost drowning himself as hot steam filled the room, he
racked his brain.
-What happended last night?-
As he toweled himself off, walking down darkened hallways he knew all too
well, he heard something and jolted. Who was in his Citadel? He ran down the
corridor, past his cushioned throne that beckoned so nicely, and stopped as
he saw something decisevely odd in his kitchen. The streetrat was rumaging
through his cabinets................his back turned to him, absorbed in his
"work". WTF?
"May I help you with something?", he said in that special kind of demanding
sarcasm.
Aladdin had heard him coming so he continued what he was doing, tossing
bottle after bottle off alcholol and burbon and whatever intoxicating shit
he could find into a waste bin behind him.
He replied without looking up
"Not at all, Im fine."
Mozenrath's anger was piqued as he saw his expensive belonging get
carelessly thrown around.
"WTF do you think you are doing?", he demanded.
"You know," Aladdin said in an infuratingly calm manner, "Youd think after
last night, youd be a bit more thankfull.:
Well that put him at a lost for words. And then it came back, like and
unwanted flood triggered by the streetrats considering look he was giving
him. He froze as image after image seeped to attention in front of his inner
eye. He remembered getting wasted, for the usual reasons, he saw himself
sloshing around like a drunken fool, and...his face caught fire as he saw
himself pawing at his enemy, shamelessly, the look on Aladdin's
face.Shiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttt-
The more revenge minded part of Aladdin enjoyed seeing Mozenrath squirm,
but thats not who he was. He sighed and said,
"Look, what happended wasnt exately your fault, I did wrong just as much so
just forget it, it doesnt matter."
He turned away and was about to leave when a indignant, and more than shaky
accusation followed his retreating back.
"Who do you think you are?".
"Excuse me?", Aladdin replied turning back around.
"Who the fuck do you think you are Aladdin? Who do you think you are to
come in my Citadel, in my home, assualt me.--
Aladdin cringed when he was reminded of his less than honorable actions,
amplified by his akward posistion
" And i didnt forget what you did to
me,................................................"
Aladdin went pale, he remembered?
Mozenrath watched Aladdins expression carefully. He remembered a moment of
pain, and the image of Aladdin above him before he passed out, but besides
that, he didnt know the details..But he could sure as hell get them.
"So Mr. Golden Child has run out of hero work to do and decides it would be
fun to come and...."
"Look! I didnt know.......well I knew, ITS YOUR FAULT! " , Aladdin yelled
frustratingly. Too much was happening at one time, he was confused,
irritated, and more than a little tired.
Mozenrath laughed almost insanely, more than a little unhinged,
"MY FAULT? so i forced you to whatever you did.....", he shut his mouth as
he realized what he let slip and ruined any opportunity for finding out
anything.
Aladdin, "Wait, You dont know, well, in that
case...........................bye mozie!" He turns before Mozenrath can
react and runs for the door like the wind, thankfull they were at least
halfway into their normal cat and mouse routine, which proved to lessen the
uncomfortable situation.
Mozenrath is silent for a moment.
" AND WHY HAVENT I FRIED YOU ALIVE YET!?!?!?" He races off after him with
a un-logical intent, black boots proving to be and unwise fashion choice for
that day.
Aladdin sped down the hall like a fleet flooted deer, well maybe not as
graceful as he slammed into the wall when a blue-black blast hit him in the
back. He got up as fast as he good and ducked as the marble above him was
scorched.
"You know, I'm finally realizing the only way to get rid of rats is to
squash them personally", Mozenrath said with an unusual amount of calm as he
yanked Aladdin up by his colar, gauntlet glowing with eager ferocity.
"Whats the matter Mozenrath? You were so eager to get me out of here
earlier....", Aladdin sneered, alarming in the similarity between his and
Mozenraths.
Mozenrath didnt even dignify his jab with a response as his arm reared
back. But Aladdin was ready for it and grabbed the offending apendage before
it could cook him as promised. He shot his head to the side as the glove
fired frustratingly, he managed to stand as he tried to dislodge the grip on
his throat..
"I take it back, your not a streetrat, YOUR A ROACH! you just wont die!",
Mozenrath cursed, slamming Aladdin's head into the wall.
Aladdin grunted in pain and lurched forward, grabbing Mozernath's wrists in
his hands.
Mozenrath snarled in indignancy.
" Get your hands off me!"
"If you quit being a homicidal nut!"
"Fuck yo- AHHH SHIT!"
Mozenrath cursed as a famillar gold light emanated from his nemesis' hands
and stung his own, the glow enveloping him. He looked at Aladdin, who's face
matched his own in confusion.
Aladdin let go as if he had been holding something venomous, but he aura of
yellow still pursued Mozenrath relentlessly.
"What are you doing?" Mozenrath gasped in pain and anger, as his vision
turned gray at the edges, seeping in.
"I dont know..............." he heard Aladdin say through a roaring in his
ears...........
Aladdin watched as Mozenrath fell to his knees, tiredly as he flet himself
do the same. Somewhere in his mind he knew what was happening, he knew what
he was about to see. He just wish he didnt want to......
Dean
Mirage watched as Destane took hold of her son's wrist to lead him through
the mana portal he had just created, and had to remember to breathe as an
odd feeling came over her. Something had been set in motion, she didnt know
what it was yet, but she did know it would all be revealed one day, a day
she didnt look forward to.
And then the image faded, gettting fuzzier and fuzzier until it became
black. Aladdin was startled as he felt a slight pushing. He blinked open his
eyes to see Xerxes butting his head into him, trying to dislodge him off his
unconscious Mozenrath.
"Please, get off master, go" , Xerxes pleaded in a nasal scratchy and all
around umpleasent voice.
Aladdin jumped up, realizing what had just happen. It had worked, he
thought, looking at his now normal hands, he'd seen Mozenraths
memorys.......and Allah what memorys. As he looked down at the sorcerer,
being orbited by a nervous eel, he felt way too akward for comfort. He felt
flighty and ran to the door, he stopped as a cold rush of air slapped in the
face, making him relive the guilt he shoved back down. He stole and forced
Mozenrath expose memories he most likely didnt care to remember, knocked him
unconscious basically with what ever had came from his hands, and even with
the intent to! And now he was gonna run cause he got a little freaked.?
Aladdin got angry. He's not a coward, he wanted to know and he found out.
Sure Mozenrath is, was? gay and what was more disturbing than even that was
Mirage, that catling that he battled against more times than he could
count......but, why didnt he notice it before? Wouldnt she still visit him,
wouldnt they even be in the same place at the same time, at least once? But
that wasnt any of his buisness. But what was his business was that he
basically attacked someone who couldnt even defend himself at the moment.
Aladdin steeled his resolve and headed back into the Citadel.
Mozenrath woke and for a moment didnt know where he was. It was too much of
and effort to open his eyes, his pounding head and the cool invite of the
pillow confirmed that.
Wait! Sheets?.....How had he got to a bed? He dragged himself up into a
sitting posistion and looked around the small bedroom. Well at least he was
in his own bed. He sighed in relief and looked around the small bedroom. He
may not have used it since he was younger, but at least it was his and
famillar. He rustled the deep indigo sheets as he looked to see Xerxes,
curled up like some odd cat at the foot of the bed, not a hands reach away.
Mozenrath, even through his resentment of the thing and his merciless
hangover, had to recognize Xerxes was, if nothing else, loyal. He slipped
out of bed, being uncharestically considerate not to wake Xerxes and slothed
down to the shower. Almost drowning himself as hot steam filled the room, he
racked his brain.
-What happended last night?-
As he toweled himself off, walking down darkened hallways he knew all too
well, he heard something and jolted. Who was in his Citadel? He ran down the
corridor, past his cushioned throne that beckoned so nicely, and stopped as
he saw something decisevely odd in his kitchen. The streetrat was rumaging
through his cabinets................his back turned to him, absorbed in his
"work". WTF?
"May I help you with something?", he said in that special kind of demanding
sarcasm.
Aladdin had heard him coming so he continued what he was doing, tossing
bottle after bottle off alcholol and burbon and whatever intoxicating shit
he could find into a waste bin behind him.
He replied without looking up
"Not at all, Im fine."
Mozenrath's anger was piqued as he saw his expensive belonging get
carelessly thrown around.
"WTF do you think you are doing?", he demanded.
"You know," Aladdin said in an infuratingly calm manner, "Youd think after
last night, youd be a bit more thankfull.:
Well that put him at a lost for words. And then it came back, like and
unwanted flood triggered by the streetrats considering look he was giving
him. He froze as image after image seeped to attention in front of his inner
eye. He remembered getting wasted, for the usual reasons, he saw himself
sloshing around like a drunken fool, and...his face caught fire as he saw
himself pawing at his enemy, shamelessly, the look on Aladdin's
face.Shiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttt-
The more revenge minded part of Aladdin enjoyed seeing Mozenrath squirm,
but thats not who he was. He sighed and said,
"Look, what happended wasnt exately your fault, I did wrong just as much so
just forget it, it doesnt matter."
He turned away and was about to leave when a indignant, and more than shaky
accusation followed his retreating back.
"Who do you think you are?".
"Excuse me?", Aladdin replied turning back around.
"Who the fuck do you think you are Aladdin? Who do you think you are to
come in my Citadel, in my home, assualt me.--
Aladdin cringed when he was reminded of his less than honorable actions,
amplified by his akward posistion
" And i didnt forget what you did to
me,................................................"
Aladdin went pale, he remembered?
Mozenrath watched Aladdins expression carefully. He remembered a moment of
pain, and the image of Aladdin above him before he passed out, but besides
that, he didnt know the details..But he could sure as hell get them.
"So Mr. Golden Child has run out of hero work to do and decides it would be
fun to come and...."
"Look! I didnt know.......well I knew, ITS YOUR FAULT! " , Aladdin yelled
frustratingly. Too much was happening at one time, he was confused,
irritated, and more than a little tired.
Mozenrath laughed almost insanely, more than a little unhinged,
"MY FAULT? so i forced you to whatever you did.....", he shut his mouth as
he realized what he let slip and ruined any opportunity for finding out
anything.
Aladdin, "Wait, You dont know, well, in that
case...........................bye mozie!" He turns before Mozenrath can
react and runs for the door like the wind, thankfull they were at least
halfway into their normal cat and mouse routine, which proved to lessen the
uncomfortable situation.
Mozenrath is silent for a moment.
" AND WHY HAVENT I FRIED YOU ALIVE YET!?!?!?" He races off after him with
a un-logical intent, black boots proving to be and unwise fashion choice for
that day.
Aladdin sped down the hall like a fleet flooted deer, well maybe not as
graceful as he slammed into the wall when a blue-black blast hit him in the
back. He got up as fast as he good and ducked as the marble above him was
scorched.
"You know, I'm finally realizing the only way to get rid of rats is to
squash them personally", Mozenrath said with an unusual amount of calm as he
yanked Aladdin up by his colar, gauntlet glowing with eager ferocity.
"Whats the matter Mozenrath? You were so eager to get me out of here
earlier....", Aladdin sneered, alarming in the similarity between his and
Mozenraths.
Mozenrath didnt even dignify his jab with a response as his arm reared
back. But Aladdin was ready for it and grabbed the offending apendage before
it could cook him as promised. He shot his head to the side as the glove
fired frustratingly, he managed to stand as he tried to dislodge the grip on
his throat..
"I take it back, your not a streetrat, YOUR A ROACH! you just wont die!",
Mozenrath cursed, slamming Aladdin's head into the wall.
Aladdin grunted in pain and lurched forward, grabbing Mozernath's wrists in
his hands.
Mozenrath snarled in indignancy.
" Get your hands off me!"
"If you quit being a homicidal nut!"
"Fuck yo- AHHH SHIT!"
Mozenrath cursed as a famillar gold light emanated from his nemesis' hands
and stung his own, the glow enveloping him. He looked at Aladdin, who's face
matched his own in confusion.
Aladdin let go as if he had been holding something venomous, but he aura of
yellow still pursued Mozenrath relentlessly.
"What are you doing?" Mozenrath gasped in pain and anger, as his vision
turned gray at the edges, seeping in.
"I dont know..............." he heard Aladdin say through a roaring in his
ears...........
Aladdin watched as Mozenrath fell to his knees, tiredly as he flet himself
do the same. Somewhere in his mind he knew what was happening, he knew what
he was about to see. He just wish he didnt want to......
Dean