Jellicle's Creed
Frozen Memories
Seqeunce 6
Memory 3: When It Comes To Money part 3
22 December 2051
CIA Van
Greensky District
Just after dark
"Though I walk through the shadow of Necromancers influence, I fear nothing, for I am what the Necromancer fears"
Unkown caneticle verse assumed begun during the reign of the Wolf Queen Ingrid I circa 211 AAF {After Arendelle Founding}
"Holy fuck this guy weighs a ton!" Complained one of the newer members of the CIA capture team. Three men had to carry Mark's prone form, another carried the parrot, and one carried Elsa firemans carry style.
"I agree with you there, what the hell did he eat ?" Complained the second of the three
"Dunno dun care" Said the third, "we get him to the van with the girl, then to the hotel in the heart of this place, its the last place any would look for them, besides we only need the guy right ?"
"Well fuck you too Barodi!" Said the first guy, keep with the plan, sure, that worked, like it did in Oslo.
"Not my fault Bernes!" Retorted Barodi as the men all but chucked Mark into the van, the last guy gently laid Elsa inside, the bird on the seat not far from Mark's hands, three of them out. one a parrot. Most interesting indeed
After closing the van the three men who carried Mark slumped hard against the surface of the vehicle. "What do you think he ate?" Bernes asked offhand
"I'mma wager he ate at least half a horse." replied Barodi
"Nah, screw that. Probably ate five cakes." said Jamison, the new rookie on the team was actually partly right, and So was Barodi
"Have you felt his body? No fat on that." Barodi replied
"No wonder he was heavy; you're more busy copping a feel." Bernes grumbled
"And you weren't? Honestly it's hard not to when the dude is flopping around in your arms." Barodi retorted
"You realize how gay that sounds right?" Jamison said
"Man, fuck you." Bernes and Barodi both said at once
"Gay times two." James retorted
"Swear to god I'll shoot you." Barodi grumbled already reaching for his sidearm
"Do it; then you'll only prove me right." Jamison smirked
"And what about Jules? He got to carry the girl. Think he got a feel?" Bernes asked of their team leader, the guy in charge ofthis whole op
"Can we not?" Jamison said quietly, almost scared shitless
"Why?" Barodi asked, clearly confused
"What if someone hears us?" Jamison said even quieter
"Too late for that... dumbass." Bernes replied
"Man fuck you guys." Jamison said just as their team leader, Jules himself, showed up
"Alright idiots, lock it down; time to blow this place in the dust." Jules said, not knowing just what Barodi mouthed to both his teamates, 'Gay times three!' to which Jamison flipped the finger at Barodi and climbed into the van
They all grumbled and piled into the van, their bickering continuing, just in a lower tone. It was two seconds later that they opened all six windows with Barodi all but doing a technicolor yawn out the window as Jamison screamed "Holy Shit! What did this guy roll in ?! He reeks!"
Jules was driving, of which none of the others complained, yet, his ability to drive the narrow streets of Arendelle was... to say in the least, very scary. He was no Jason Bourne or whateve that guy was from a few years back, but he did khave his skills. After taking a turn a bit too hard and nearly rolling the van, he turned to his fellows "What the fuck are you guys sitting around for ?! Make sure they're secured!"
Barodi took the liberty, strapping Mark in first before beginning to strap down Elsa. "You guys seen her? God damn..."
"You tryin' to make me think you're straight now?" Jamison smirked
"Hey y'know what? From your angle you got a better view." Barodi retorted, almost in an admitting tone
"Very true; right down the coreset." Jamison chortled
"Lucky bastards; I'm stuck back here with dead fatso." complained Bernes.
"Sucks to be you." The other two squawked.
Berns grumbled shaking his head before shifting uncomfortably "The fuck am I...oh shit the bird!" he said just as Jules leaned on the horn, glancing briefly at his commanding officer of a sort he then moved, stopping himself from crushing the bird's wing. "Great...a half dead bird and deadweight fatso."
"You do realize you're not wearing a seat-belt right? If you want a peek you can get your ass up and look."
Just as he did however Jules made another sharp turn, making the van jerk to the right. "When possible make a legal U-Turn" said the very snotty GPS After regaining his balance, he then was pushed forward when Jules slammed on the brakes; trying to set the GPS so that it would work correctly. Being jerked forward caused Bernes to half vault, half flop over the back of the seat, and land face-first into Elsa's cleavage.
Poor girl.
"I'll fuckin' kill 'em." Mark said simply as he watched from outside his own body. The man in white robes stood beside him; just outside of his peripheral vision.
"Patience child. You'll have a chance soon enough." His voice replied, the tone just slightly calmer than Mark's. They watched as the men fixed themselves and eventually stopped their oogling at the poor unconscious Queen of Arendelle.
Mark sighed, his lip twitching. "What did... what'd she call you at the dinner? Kal...da-"
"Kaldakava" The man in white replied. "It is my true name; and I made you utter hers in an effort to wake her...it almost worked...but not enough. She will need another big push, or a series of smaller ones." he sighed, turning swiftly, but slowly to the right as he paced in the white expanse around them. "There are a great many things you will come to understand in due time my boy, just as there are a greater many things that bshe/b has yet to understand." He gestured vaguely in the direction of Elsa, and for a second Mark did not see his beloved Queen, but the figure of another woman, taller, with more defined features, slightly larger hips and a very slight bulge in her belly. She vanished with a blink, but one thing lingered in his mind as he opened them again: Wings.
Kaldakava was staring as well, and he let out a slow, shaky breath. "Soon..." he whispered before resuming his pacing.
"W-was she..."
"Xeir Zith. My love, and your Love's true form. She is her reincarnation as you are mine. You could say... destiny decreed that you come to Arendelle; to the land of your Lover, to your kin. Your Fa-"
Mark raised a hand, and Kaldakava stopped. This subject was sensitive, the white-robed man known that by now.
"I'm sorry." He paused for a second before clearing his throat and finally allowing Mark to gaze upon him fully. His jaw and other facial features were chiseled as if out of stone, the only marred feature being the crooked nose, which also bore a deep scar off to the right side. Soothing Hazel Bronze irises surrounded the piercing Draconian pupils. Slowly the robes moved, proving to be wings; though more feral-like than the majestic ones Mark had seen from Xeir Zith, bat-like almost, but still majestic all the same. Under them he still wore white robes, though they were more form fitting and from what Mark could guess, this human form before him weight a good one hundered and sixty pounds of raw muscle. Though how much of it he could use was beyond Mark's understanding at the moment.
Mark's eyes flashed bronze a bit and he stook a step back.
"Strange...I know. But you'll get used to it. The more you and I become one, the more our features will merge. You will lose weight, but will gain boundless strength, and so on and so forth. The same will go for her; Her own muscle definition will increase just a tad, enough to be visible plainly while under strain, and her hips will widen; after all... She was a mother..." there was a pause, Mark opened his mouth. "Xeir Zith, not Elsa... Light no. Too young for children. Though I'm... not sure about... nevermind, worry about that later."
"I'll wake you when the time comes. Don't worry, Mark. Put your trust in the Light."
The room faded around Mark, and he groaned and shifted a little in the seat, causing every CIA Agent in the van to pause and look on in horror at him for a few seconds before continuing their conversations.
"God I hate this GPS! Who the fuck set this thing up for me anyhow ? I aint British! I'm American! Who set this fuckin' thing on British butler ?!" Jules grumbled as he hit the brakes a second time in two seconds and shifted the van into reverse and floored the gas pedal. Egads this town had tiny narrow roads! "This place is harder to navigate then Cairo during a soccor roit!"
"I didn't know you liked sports!" Barodi spoke up
"Still trying to make yourself straight to me huh ?" Jamison spoke up
"Fuck you asshole" Barodi grumbled
"No thanks, I got a wife for that" Jamison replied
"Now that's some kinky shit."
"Son of a bitch god dammit"
"Duck stupid I'm driving!" Jules grumbled wehacking at Barodi as he was trying to see behind the van as he still kept his foot on the gas before turning the van's front wheels and the van spun about and hit shifted into drive and floored it once more. This time not down a one way dead end street
"Are you sure showing him that much was proper ?" Said a calm voice, a silver haired man sat at a living room table, surrounded by whiteness, gold lines trailed in places as the man drank from a wine glass. "It could put him into shock. You, into shock." The golden eyes stared unblinking towards Kaldakava as the man remained calm where he sat. "Tell me Kalda, my friend. What exactly did you feel, when She entered the room ?" And by she, he meant not Elsa, but Tiri. very briefly the mental image of the Assassin woman, the keeper it seemed, of the brothel girls in the Kingdom, was seen as if standing beside a window, her face and head covered in silver cloth
The younger male was silent for a few moments before answering. "Had it put him into shock, he would awaken when his comrades found him like they are meant to." he said calmly. He knew Mark's connections, and with him being with the queen, anything happening for more than an hour or two alone between them boutside/b the castle would never be unnoticed. By now there was a searchparty of the best Assassins in the kingdom. Plus Ulnaus.
When the second question came, Kalda turned towards the silver haired man, and sat across from him finally. "My heart soared higher than it had previously; there was her body; which I protected for so long... which I loved and held... I'm surprised that having both halfs of her in the same room didn't make me go into shock and take the boy with me, or force me to fully manifest entirely..." he admitted. He then sighed and poured himself a glass of wine. "But with all due respect my old friend... what do you care?"
"I care a great deal, for you, Her, and your child you never got to see" Jarius replied calmly, "The woman in silver, she looks like the queen, Xeir Zith reborn, yet she is not, she has lived outsider Arendelle at the requqest of Elsa's mother, the reason was to protect someone, who I do not know, but all I do know was to protect someone important to Him, you. Idun is alive and well. But where she is I do not yet know. You and he both know this clearly, yet I feel... Him... He you know as the one your beloved felled before she fell. Your boy must follow what Elena has set forth, what she has forseen must come to fullfillment. His heart, and yours will lead you astray, and yet, I fear for your child."
He took a sip of wine, mentally bringing up in golden light a brief image, it was one of Marks memories, the briefest of glimpses at Elsa's journal, the drawing of the egg, and the child, and Elsas own mother caring for the child. the golden image focused on the egg. "Do you recognise this Kalda ?" Jarius asked softly, "Do you know now why I fear for your boy, his beloved Queen, and their child. Your child. Xeir Zith's only offspring."
The image faded, replaced by a meeting between a group of people, It showed five standing out clearly, Two of them women, three of them men. Among them was a dark suited man, a mostly bad man in a bad wig, and another man with badly trimmed sideburns, the two women however one appeared quite young, almost like a child, the other, thanks to Jarius' magic, appeared as if dead.
"She's back." Jarius said simply. Meaning the Wolf Queen, Elsa's ancestor by blood, and yet, her enemy.
Kalda bit his bottom lip as Jarius spoke calmly. He didn't speak, but nodded along, sipping wine. At the mention of his and Mark's hearts leading them astray, he paused. "I...don't follow. Never before has it done so. Why would it do so now?" He asked calmly. He reached up and tied his hair back, producing a ribbon from his sleeve as he did so, the long flowing hair elegant and shining bright. His face was eerily calm, though perhaps it was always so, as the large scar upon his nose was probably also linked to some minor nerve damage in his face, not allowing him to express too much if any emotion very visually.
At the news of the Wolf Queen coming back, his lip twitched, and there was nothing but rage and hatred in his eyes, though the rest of his face didn't move. "That...thing is back?" He spat with absolute disgust. "The same vobit soneir conros that gave me this scar?" he snarled; one that would remind some of Draco's ferosity for a moment before a single tear fell from his right eye, his lip still twitching softly.
"The one and the same shit eating witch, though the younger one, I cannot place her. But I fear like I said, for your child. She hatched about thirteen years ago." Jarius replied, he knew of the battle, he even offered to heal his dear friend of the scar. But no, Kalda had insisted on keeping it. But Jarius was never told why.
"Guilt will drive Mark from Arendelle, guilt that, while not his doing, will be understandable. He will have you to rely on during his time away. But it will be someone coming to him, someone coming, to you that will bring you home. Where you belong." Jarius said simply. "The Templars want something, they plot and plan. the Wolf Queen returns, and with her her pawn,; but the child, yours, is at stake, darkness touched her yet purity broke her from his grasp."
"Oh how could I not place it! Of course! It makes sense now!" Jarius stood up then and stepped to the image, pointing at the younger woman in it, "She has her mothers eyes. Yes, I know her now. Kethend had children. He... has children..." Jarius went thoughtfully quiet. The room shook slightly as the van outside the whiteness hit a bumpy patch in the road.
"Kalda, Protect them both, Xeir Zith may not awaken for some time yet, and when she does, only she will know the time to do so, but until then, you must protect them both. let me worry of your child, Xeir Zith will come to you, herself, when she feels the time is right." Jarius turned to his friend, a gentle smile upon his face, "Dont worry, You and Xeir Zith will be together again. After all, I made arrangements for Princess Anna and young Kristoff; to get wed. I am sure the necklaces will come in quite useful. You and Xeir did the same before you went to fight that vobit soneir if I recall correctly."
Kalda was silent the entire time; but nodded at the end of his talk. "Indeed we did; though the design was...slightly different." he said; his didn't have the Assassin's symbol on it; but otherwise the design remained the same. He sighed, and as the room shook again, possibly from Ulnaus dropping a large rodent on the top of it, he sighed once more. "I should go...Mark's companions will be looking for him soon enough."
With that he finished his glass of wine, stood, and bowed softly to Jarius. "I'll take your words to heart. Believe me, and Trust in the Light." he said calmly, the same ceremonial words he'd said to Mark before leaving his presence.
Jarius smiled and bowed in return with a slight dip of his head towards his friend, Yes, Jarius thought, it was time for the party to begin for that day. "Go, wake up your boy, protect them all. May Mothers' Light go with you." The whiteness faded as Kalda left, Jarius with it. He had someone he needed to see, two someones in fact, perhaps three
The van lurched to the side as the massive eagle rammed into it from above, but Jules, the man at the hweel, kept the van steady. He was happy it was not an RV, those suckers were hard to stop. Slamming on the brakes, nearly sending Barodi dead through the windshield at the massive eagle in doing so, he shifted into reverse once more and floored it. How the fuck did that bird find them so fast ?
Twenty minutes before
Marketplace District
It took a while for the white bird, a beautiful Cocatoo to get to the right place, she wasn't a homing pigeon, but she could speak, mostly. But what she was not expecting whatsoever was nearly getting eaten by her... well sorta father as Ulnas was her elder in many ways. She was scared, weakened severely from flying so hard from the Memorial Stones that she was simply limp in Ulnaus massive talons that held her gently. Petunia was one of the prettiest solid white Cocatoo's in the kingdom. And she was also Snowfeathers favorite, but the question remained, where was Ulnaus taking her ?
With a small glance to Petunia, Ulnaus let out his signiture screech, and banked softly to the left before letting out a large flap of his powerful wings. He tilted downwards then, and half divebombed, half gracefully flew towards where he knew Snowfeather was, using his ...well...own Eagle Vision to find her. He was a giant Eagle after all. As some civilians scattered, having never seen Ulnaus this close before, he tilted back and slowed down exponentially, landing on a free talon while his other one set Petunia down on the ground before Snowfeather.
A few clicks of his beak and a gentle nudge was all it took to get the Cocatoo talking again.
With a thankful squak to Ulnaus Petunia shook herself rather comically as she struggled to stay on her feet as Snowfeather stepped into view, her assassin hood down the long brillian white hair of the woman; clearly just woken up from a catnap, {or did she just shout out her children for the third time that day ? with her it was hard to impossible ot really tell at that point}. "Ulnaus ? Petunia ? What's going on ?"
"AWK! trouble!" Petunia said, Snowfeather picked up the Cocatoo gently and held a hand up to keep Ulanus calm for the moment to wait a moment to let Petunia explain,
"Easy girl, you're tired, i can tell, didn't you fly off with Henry ? Where is he ?"
"AWK! Asleep!... Pretty woman too! All asleep! AWK!"
OK that didn't make much sense. atl east until the stupid seagull translator and his Gooney bird friend slammed into her
"Goners!" was all the gooney bird said, Petunia seeingly just raised an eyebrow of a sort. Oh brother.
"Well, Henry asleep, did Mark sing again ?" Petunia shook her head "OK if Henry is asleep, wait, pretty woman... oh dear. OK ,Petunia, who did you and Henry go see ?"
"AWK! Queen, Pretty Woman,... Henry sleep, ALL SLEEP! AWK!"
"Goners!" the Gooney bird, known only as Goner, said
"AWK SHUT UP!" Petunia screeched at the gooney bird
This was gonna be a long day.
"Petunia, focus on me girl, what happened ? Tell me in order of events you remember." Snowfeather said, she could tell Ulnaus wanted to get going and fast
"CRACKER PLEASE AWK!" Snofeather handed one over, Petunia always ate and spoke at the same time so, around the cracker she said "Henry and Pretty Bird" meaning herself, "flew off from homestand, AWK! Land on Pretty Woman hand, pretty woman hold Pretty Bird, Henry fall asleep AWK, Pretty Woman Asleep, ALL ASLEEP! AWK!" OK putting that in her head made Snowfeather think carefully, the only woman Petunia really refered to as Pretty Woman was Elsa or herself, and Petunia always refered to herself as Pretty Bird, so if Henry was aslepe and Elsa was too...
"Oh no. Ulnaus, sky, know, find Elsa, now, go!" Snowfeather said, "I'll be right behind you!"
"Cracker gone. AWK Still hungry!" Petunia was truly exausted.
"Mother, whats wrong ?" it was Serena
"No time, take care of Petunia, send your sister to where the fighting is, hurry!" Snowfeather said handing Petunia to her elder daughter and disappearing with the cry of a eagle after Ulnaus
Present time
"Where the fuck did this bird come from ?!" Jules shouted as he struggled to keep the van on the road, apparently the massive eagle wasn't interested in rolling them over, just trying to keep them distracted. Jules spotted something out of the corner of his eye, a woman standing in his path. He leaned on the horn. but Snowfeather never moved
And so it was that Jules, without thinking of course, turned instead of hitting the breaks, causing the van to tilt and eventually roll, a mere foot from Snowfeather before stopping with the help of a gush of wind from Ulnaus' wings on all four wheels. The goons inside had to right themselves, having used all the seatbelts on Mark and Elsa, and shook their heads. "Jules! What the fuck man?"
"You think you can drive better than me? Even with a dumb bitch in the road?"
"I'd like to think so, yea!" Barodi taunted, shaking his head again.
"Yea, yea, fuck you; ungrateful little shit." Jules grumbled as he tried to start the engine again. He wouldn't get the chance, however as Ulnaus slammed onto the hood, his talons puncturing the metal like paper, and tearing apart the engine like a katana through hot butter. He let out a screech and pecked a few times at the windshield before breaking it , and snapping at Jules' hands, stopping him from getting his gun.
With Ulnaus distracting on the front Snowfeather lifted a foot and set it on the front bumper of the van as it halted a foot in front of her with a solid THUNK, stopping the thing in its tracks before smirking at the men, she recognised one of them, Barodi. One of the few survivors she left in the Oslo branch, she stepped around to the passenger side of the van and grabbed the door, all but driving her fingers into the thing as her claws slid from her finger tips into the steel, with a soft grunt she wrenched the door clean off the van and nothing was between herself and Barodi. "Hey there stupid" Snowfeather said to the man, "Remember me ?"
All she got in response was two gunshots in her direction, which of course missed completly as she was moving before he fired. Next thing Barodi knew he was pulled from the van by the woman.
"Man, why is it he keeps trying to prove he's straight ?" Jamison asked nobody as Barodi and Snowfeather got into a fistfight then and there.
Barodi of course heard it all "Fuck, you, asshole" He said with each strike at Snowfeather. But the feline woman was faster, smarter, and a whole lot more dangerous as she threw something into the van, a waterballoon.
"Mark! Wake up stupid!" Snowfeather screeched in Hebrew to her son. Why was he asleep ? He was conditioned for this wasn't he ?! Snowfeather twisted out of Barodi's grasp and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying backwards as the other men piled out of the van, Jules clearly upset because the van was a rental
Shit, waterballoon! Mark, with the help of Kaldakava, was jumpstarted, and jolted awake, managing to catch the waterballoon and then blink as he couldn't move at all. "Mornin' fellas!" he said to the other two CIA goons in the van. He chucked the waterballoon at one of them while the other launched a punch towards him. He leaned back and dodged the punch, twisting some of the seatbelt arond his arm and then headbutting him. He managed to undo one seatbelt before another punch came, and landed square on his forehead, causing a crack in the man's hand. Mark shook himself back to reality and undid another seatbelt.
He back-handed the tied up agent as he got his arm free, and kicked the other one back, having to dodge again by swinging his legs around and pinning the guy against the back rest , his legs managing to find away to keep the guy sill while his right arm worked on freeing him from the seatbelts.
"How's he doin' this?" Jamison growled, stuck against the seat cushion.
"Fuck if I know." Bernes yelled back, pulling his gun out.
"Oh god not you too!" Jamision complained while reaching for his own gun, which was stuck in the seatbelt
"Not the time fellas!" Mark said, unlatching his final seatbelt and with a grunt, liffting himself up, using Jamison as a balance point for all of his weight at once Mark spun on his heal, tearing Jamison's clothes while he kicked the gun from Berens' hand. He then completed it by bouncing off of and completely breaking the window with a hook kick to the man's face, knocking him cold. Then, grabbing Jamison, Mark got off of him, and rammed him forward into the other window, knocking him out while also throwing him out of the van.
After he was done, he sat for a second and let out deep breath. Then he remembered that it was also two on one outside for Snowfeather, and without a second's hesitation, leaped from the missing door to super-man elbow Jules right in the jaw, shattering it, but not knocking the massive man out. "Peek-a-boo!"
Snowfeather was actually doing pretty good, even so far as attracting some onlookers, and... some Templars ? Outside an inn was where they stopped, and this place was at the moment Templar heaven, Unarmed yet deadly Snowfeather kept on her feet and Barodi hammered at her crazily, joined briefly by Jules, whose attention was almost instantly taken by Mark, as Snowfeather slammed her fists dead into Barodi's chest, he'd be needing a doctor for sure. A gunshot rang out as some Templars entered the fray, yet the shooter was taken out almost instantly by a Gooney Bird. Slamming into the man like a frieghttrain from the sky, Goner, Petunia, and the Seagull made life absolute hell for the shooter.
Snowfeather turned slightly at the gunshot, it barely missed her, slaming into the brick behind her. But she felt the heat of the shot as the bullet went by. Great, Just what they wanted. Seeing Mark awake, finally! She spoke "See to Elsa, get her out of here, Ulnaus and I can handle this!" She told him as she punched the lights out of one of the Templars who got too close without looking at the man, the guy hit the ground, dead. his eyes missing
Snowfeather knew how to really play it dirty.
Small wonder why Idun sent Mark with her when he was a boy. He had learned from possibly the most deadliest person on the planet pretty much all his life!
Mark nodded. "Be careful... mom." he replied calmly before untangling Elsa from the seatbelts while Ulnaus terrorised any other would-be shooters by clawing their arms off. Grabbing Elsa and carrying her bridal style, Mark turned and looked quickly; heading for the first place he knew they'd be safe. Which unfortunately for Elsa was the sewers. Bolting quickly, he vanished behind a corner, then opened the small gate, dropping into the sewer system and having to slow down his breathing in order to not smell the rancid odors that thrived down there. He looked to Elsa and smiled softly, balancing her against the dry, and mostly clean wall he placed his finger to her lips, to see if she was still breathing. With a sigh of relief upon finding that she was, he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before picking her up and getting up on the walkway just above the sewage, setting her in his lap as he sat against the wall he held her close and gentle, waiting for the metaphorical storm to pass.
Unfortunately the blood shortly followed Marks footsteps as Snowfeather rarely left living Templars in her wake, living CIA, yes, but templars, no. Exactly eighteen Templars oversaw that den, and the man she had made dead, and eyeless, was none other thne the district captain. Within moments, thanks to Ulnaus and the other birds she set the signal fire, thusly liberating the district, The Telois District was the same district she then saw, that had the stolen ten billion gold.
"Stupid Templars hoped to sneak it out did they ?" She patted down a few of the men, finding orders of what to do with the gold, buy weapons, that was it, enough weapons to outfit an entire private army! She then saw who issued the order. Folding the letter she slid it into her bra to keep it safe then left the inn, the owner of which recognised her and asked simply "are they gone ?"
"Yes, the lot of them. Here, they owed you this I assume ?" She tossed the inn keeper a bag of silver shards. The entire sum she had take off the dead outside. She then went looking for Mark, knowing only that the safest place was the sewers, The only problem was she was never intendding to get tackled into the place by Barodi and his goons!
Slamming into the sewer grate thanks to Barodi, Snowfeather landed head first in the rank below. Barodi jumped after her, the knee deep sludge and otherwise stank sure, but not as bad as Mark from the Dead City that belonged to the Wolf Queen for millenia. A frantic fistfight followed in the Sewers just around the corner of Mark who held Elsa in his arms. Blood dripped down a wall not far away. Templar blood.
But away from the fighting, around the corner, safe in Marks arms were two people, well, a person and a bird, but to Mask the Birds counted as people. Henry was unharmed, just sleepy as hell, The other person in his arms was starting to wake up because of the smell, and something else. Very briefly a glint of silver appeared over Elsa's left eye, almost like a dragon scale. But it quickly faded as she murred something, her nose wrinkling from the stench as she started to wake up
Mark gently tended to Henry while he waited for Snowfeather to return, and after making sure he was alright, he sighed, releived. The glint above Elsa's eye caught his own eye, and he turned his head to look at her, blinking as his eyebrows furrowed. "Elsa?" He called out gently. "You'll have to pardon the smell...this was the safest place for us." he said, repeating it a few times as she woke up to make sure she could undesrtand him. Waking up from Sleeper darts was harder than she remembered, no doubt.
"You'll be alright... I just don't know what to do next yet..." that was a first; Mark not knowing what to do... a first indeed. He always knew; or at least pretended to know anyway.
He sighed and leaned his head against the wall again. He heard the commotion, but recognized Snowfeather's movements anywhere, and wasn't worried. He let out a faint bird-call to let her know where he was, the whistle echoing perfectly to her sensitive ears.
It was all she could do to keep from throwing up then and there from the stench, so instead she said softly as she felt herself safe in Marks arms, "What stinks ?" Apparently she had no idea whatsoever what she had just been through, and niether of them had any idea of what they were going to go through next! Silver sapphire eyes looked confused to Mark, he didn't know what was to happen next ? So she ventured another question, "Why do I feel like I was hit by something ?" Apparently Elsa was so out of it from the sleeper dart that she didn't even feel when Bernes slammed into her while in the van. "Where are we ?"
She felt weight on her stomach while in Marks arms, Henry laid there asleep, occasional twitching, and talking in his sleep, "Whose a sleepy birdy ? AWK! Sleepy bird... no cracker please I'm trying to sleep..."
Arendelle
Location Unknown
District Unknown
Templar Den
The man screamed as he was slammed onto the desk by a young girl, a teen looking girl at that. His arm puled back and about to break. "Tell me again how, without money, you can still function ?" The girl said, the black scales glittered under her eyes like tatoos as the Templar Captain, a man named Reynek, struggled in her iron grip to not break his arm. The man cried out as the woman ever so ungently put pressure on her preys arm behind his back with his head smushed against the desktop. "You either tell me, or I break your arm in six places" Apparently the Twins, of which, she was Twin Two, known commonly as Nasty, even by her mothers terms, she really was mean, and taking after her beloved father, Lord Draco himself. She and her twin sister, Twin One who everyone execept Nasty refered to as Boss, though many behind her back called her Brutus Wannabe, was somewhat nicer. Brutus was just a dumb lout nobody really cared for. He was more interested in spreading wild oats while he still had the time to do so, iSo much for him being mothers legacy bearer!/i. Nasty thought
"It was hidden well, the Assassins hadn't taken the district yet, we hid it in the inn in one of the rooms there!" Reynek replied as clearly as he could through the pain. Nasty pulled the arm a bit, lifting the cloth from the shirt, Reynek winced as he spoke "The ten billion was enough british pounds to keep us running in the background like always, unseen, hidering the Queen's expansions and liberations of the kingd AAHH!" Reynek screamed out when Nasty let him go, he fell to the floor and she kicked him sending him flying to the door. He struggled to his feet as Nasty went to the window.
"Tell me then, Where. Is. The. Money ?" Apparently it did not occur to the Templars that the money was for something much more important, much more needed. Turned out that Jr and Taris were not the only two charged with finding someone deadly important to their beloved father.
"An outside source rented the room we hid the pounds sterling in, Next thing we knew, we lost the District to the Assassin's, the one from Cairo. She took the district on her own, left no Templar alive. but the outside source got away, last I heard as you and Boss were arriving, there was still fighting, The Cairo Marauder, and the outside source were going at each other. Word was too the outside source had captives, The Queen and her boyfriend. Next thing we knew, the district was lost, and, presumably, the money."
If Nasty was upset, she never showed it, it was one of the perks of being the daughter of one of the most deadly and powerful dragons in the world. A faint smile graced her face as she then asked simply "Where did they go when the fighting began ? The queen and her... bodyguard I mean" If Nasty was playing not so nasty, it was a very well planned rouse on the spot.
Her smiled only widened as the reply came of "The sewers" It was not every day the Queen went near the sewers to begin with!
"In the sewers you say ? Well, I've been working on my slimeball recently" Nasty mused thoughtfully. As she spoke three Shadowlings showed up from the dark corners of the room, "Take him away, I'll worry about him later, and find my sister too we got work to do, her and I"
"Yes Ma'am" Said one of the shadowlings.
Nasty thought it time to have some fun. So she barked out, "Right shoulder arms! Left face! Forward march you Morons..." The three shadowlings started marching but Reynek remained standing where he was, Nasty looked at him completely confused, "What's your problem ?"
"I'm not a Moron" Reynek replied in a haughty tone
Nasty smirked if that was how he wanted it... "Alright fine, Forward March, iYou Idiot/i" She replied
Reynek pointed at her with a nod "That's different"
He marched out of the room with the three shadowlings as Nasty just rubbed her forehead, "Why me ?" She asked herself, why did she have to work with the idiots and morons ? iWell, its better then working with Runt or Jr, I'm honestly surprised Papa wants them together to find Momma/i
Eventually one of the shadowlings sent out would find who they were looking for; the other twin. Commonly referred to as simply boss, her real name was Sutri, which was short for Boss in Draconian, anyway so it fit. She was surrounded by a small group of assassins; all of whome looked caught extremely off-guard. In the center of the group Sutri was performing a slow, methodic...dance of sorts. The shadows in the area swayed as if to a drum-beat. Her body moved sensually, dancing back and forth while her clothing, also apparently made from shadow, it seemed, would in some places remove itself and strike an assassin to kill them; revealing parts of her body most will never hope to see before killing someone.
Bodies flew across the street as the dance continued, erotic and sensual the Assassins stood there stunned, male and female alike. "What's the matter, dears? Never seen how a True Shadow-Weilder fights?" She winked to them all before spinning, tendrils exploding from her clothing to leave her practically wearing nothing as they struck out and killed all but one of the remaining assassins, who drew her blade and charged out of a fearful rage.
She was stopped, however, as a Tendril shot forward from Sutri's body, skewering her body through the stomach while the other tendrils retracted to the young woman's body, and she walked-hips swaying-towards her newly ...perhaps captured isn't the best word...procured meal. She licked her lips and stopped a foot away from the Assassin, who clutched at the tendril that stabbed her through the body through her stomach, blood dropping from her lips.
Sutri leaned forward with a smile and wiped the blood off before bringing it to her mouth, licking it off as if it were a lollipop. "I shall enjoy your corpse the most, I think." She said before planting a kiss on the female's forehead, hands coming up to caress her cheeks before she violently twisted her head, snapping the neck and letting the body droop to the ground immediately. Sutri shifted her weight to one leg, hip being pushed out seductively as she did so, and she spread her arms out, the Tendrils appearing again and bringing each Assassin body into her own which rumbled and shook with each body, crunching and belching echoing in the street. When it came down to the last Assassin she'd killed, Sutri smiled and lifted the body up with a Tendril. Her body then expanded and surrounded the corpse, devouring it as it closed around it, leaving her perfectly propotioned body to stand there, and pat her stomach whilst licking her lips.
She smiled again, turning to the Shadowling.
The Shadowling didn't move, scared out of its wits but then again Boss always ate like that, the Shadowling said nothing until Sutri turned to look at it, Saluting comically the Shadowling stuttered out, "Master Nasty wants you, wont say why, just to find you and have you go to her" the poor Shadowling was scared out of not only its wits, but its crap too as it had soiled itself in its fear. It waited for Sutri's answer, scared that it might be the Dragons next meal, which thankfully it wasn't.
Sutri smiled and seductively walked towards the Shadowling caressing its face gently. "Then you should have told me as soon as you arrived, dear." She smiled. Her hand then straight through its throat into its skull while its face bulged with fear, suprise, and astonishment. "Won't make that mistake again; now will we?" She giggled before twirling off into the distance to find her dear sister. She entered the room, dragging another Shadowling by the hair behind her with a Tendril, humming to herself. "Thought you might want a punching bag, dear sister Nasty~" She smiled.
Nasty sat at the desk, her feet on it, the black shadowy boots seemed to steam off smoke and sludge, after all they took after their Father the most. "What kept you ?" The room was an absolute mess, broken everything pretty much, including windows, chairs, the desk was mostly in one piece though it was missing a leg or two and was supported by two dead men on one side. the windows were still workable, and the walls needed a new coat of paint, yet Nasty appeared bored, yet oddly happy as hell. She was planning something. She waved her hand at the offer of the punching bag "I got a better plan. Word reached me that the queen of this city is, get this, stuck in the shit down below, her and her body guard. and the money we need not far from them too." Nasty looked bored out of her mind, yet sounded excited as hell.
Nasty smiled and stood up "You ready ? We got a job do to so lets do it..." She saw her sister standing there then with the shadowling and smirked "Keep it bound I might need it later, come on. we got a queen to drown and money to find Mother to find!" With that the nearby shadows started to form a door into darkness