Keep It Classy -Closed-

[Enigmatic Immortal]

There was a time for everything it seemed. A time to awaken, a time to sleep. A time to eat, a time to leave. A time to say hello, and a time to say goodbye. There were times to grow, and times to learn. Always did the races of the planet find time to do things, forget time was slipping by, lose track of precious time, and cherish the time they have.

And then there was a time to get drunk as well.

Jensen Ambrose, Immortal Senior Knight of the Apocalypse, was enjoying that particular time as he drank his third double shot of whiskey. His chest felt warm, his cheeks were rosy, he felt light as a feather as his fingers wiggled around the cup feeling the cool side of the glass that perspired upon his fingertips. He rubbed the side like a caressing lover, licking his lips as he debated on what he would eat, knowing full well he should be doing something more lucrative with his time.

A member of the ever growing Ixian Knights, it had been Jensen’s duty to protect the leader of the group, Sei Orlouge. Mostly he left that job to his two comrades from the order of the Apocalypse that he hailed from, all three sent to aid the Ixian Knights in whatever they needed. Yet this time he knew he should be focusing more on his duties for Stephanie and Adolph were off back at the citadel performing training with other knights who happened to be in the area.

He lifted the drink to his lips, titling it softly as the liquid ran down his tongue with a tingling sensation, feeling it wash down his throat like liquid fire. He let out a raspy sigh of satisfaction, returning to caressing his drink. Yep, he knew he should be training, because he was enjoying this to much.

The immortal twirled in his seat, looking lazily out over the bar that he frequented once it had been repaired. The last time he was here there was some heavy damage from a karaoke incident gone wrong. It was there he met his current love interest Kyla Orlouge, and he mentally winced thinking that he was falling for the daughter of his current employer. Arms laid back he shook his head, forgetting people existed like the Orlouge’s. He hated almost all of them in their entirety save Kyla. Whiny bitchy Anita, and the fagot fairy king himself, Sei.

He mostly hated them because Sei had fought with Jensen and sorely trashed him, but that was a thought he didn’t dwell on too much.

“What a cesspool,” a voice spoke curtly, a female voice with a song like quality added to the tone towards the end. Jensen turned his eyes towards the owner, seeing a long, pale skinned slender dancer like figure with long, luscious black and white streaked hair and seductive red lips. Her blood red eyes surveyed the area as she took a sip of her drink, wrinkling her nose as her pallet took in the amber liquid. She spat the drink back out and tossed the contents of her glass at the bartender, a woman Jensen had gotten to know on a first name basis. The tender’s name was Ashley, and she already looked like she was having a bad day.

“What is that garbage? I asked for Gin and Tonic. You gave me putrid filth.” The aggressive woman slammed her fist down on the table, spitting onto the bar top as she made loud rambling complaints for her to make it again. Jensen shrugged his shoulders, knowing full well that some people got their kicks from being an ass to those around them. He could relate to that behavior, for he had always figured himself as a poster boy for being a dick in public and annoying people for self amusement. Jensen was about to turn back to the bar with a bored expression when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

Pointy ears.

Jensen felt his blood softly boiling, his racial intolerance of all things elven burning to the fore. Ever since he could remember he hated elves. There was no traumatic life event for this, but more a burning desire to cause them all sorts of hell just for being in his presence. The events that took place could have been attributed to the drink in his hand, it could have been his desire to defend Ashley, but in the end he knew what he was about to do was because he despised the elven race.

“Yo bush fucker,” Jensen said loudly making it clear he was talking to her. “Lay off the tender with your holier than thou attitude and take a hike.” The elf’s gaze turned to him, looking his body up and down as she stared wide eyed at him before narrowing them onto his own. He remained relaxed in his posture.

“If you’re having trouble using your superior abilities, the door is behind you. A little to the left if we want to get technical. Go frolic out there and you may get lucky. Find a fairy to hump or something…” he mumbled as he lifted his drink to his lips and sipped.

“Jensen, knock it off,” Ashley warned. “I don’t want trouble in our bar. We just fixed the damn place. If she wants to be a bitch, so be it.”

“Well you left the ‘No Leaf Lickers’ sign in the back room, so I figured I would be an upstanding citizen and let her know she’s not welcome.” Jensen smiled to the elf, who merely flashed her own teeth. She had several perfectly filed molars and canines, her tongue darting around each like she was licking a dagger.

“Hmmph, what was that?” She teased, standing up with a shove to her barstool, knocking it over. “It almost sounded like you were barking, little dog. Have you lost your master, does someone need to chain you up to the tree outside?” Jensen kept his glass in hand, sipping the last of it as he heard her boots echoing in the bar scene.

When she reached him she swiped her hand across his, knocking his drink to the floor and shattering the glass. He merely looked to the broken cup, shrugging as he turned his gaze up to hers, leaning back against the bar counter. He lifted his arms to prop himself, letting him slide back more as he chuckled.

“I’ll give you to the count of five to pay for a new drink, and get the fuck out. Otherwise we‘ll have problems.” The elf merely smiled, flashing her teeth again as she rolled her shoulders up and placed her hands on her hips.

“What was that little dog? You think you have the teeth to back up your bite?” Jensen looked to his wrist, as if he was wearing a watch and shrugged again as he grinned widely.

“Yeah, I think that was five seconds!” He lifted his feet back and kicked the elf full on the chest knocking her backwards onto a vacant table where she rolled and fell flat on her face. He pulled himself up, moving to a rhythm only he could hear as he began to bob back and forth.

[TwinCast]

Today was an interesting day. Aislinn found herself in the tavern of a small logging town on the edge of Concordia, relaxing for the first time in awhile. What made this particular day special, was that it was the first day since she had fallen in Radasanth that she had been able to move outside the city without Sei objecting. She had fully recovered from the vicious beating at the hands of the street toughs. While remarkable in and of it self, she also knew the victory was bittersweet, in that she was now indentured to her estranged Uncle. Until she felt she had paid him back, the search for Felicity's cure would be halted, and she hated anything distracting her from her work.

Today, she needed a distraction though.

She had looked over the Ixian knights, slowly at first, but with increasing speed as she became accustomed to her new role. The knights had many amenities, but none of them had the depth of knowledge Aislinn did on medical cure alls and healing. While the witch was capable of healing, she also knew that magic was not a catch all. The day would come when magic would be spent, lives would be dependant upon her, and she would have to dirty her hands in their blood. A bit of a doctor she knew how to spot incoming illness and stave it off, how to fix a broken leg, and how to make someone no longer feel the pain of a headache.

She often found herself using that last remedy.

Today, she was sitting in the bar, near the center of the gathered people. While some mystics spouted hair of an odd coloring, she knew hers was only slightly within the norms of the human species. Because of this, she could often hide amongst them despite her mystical upbringing. Few people would approach one near the center of attention, it was always the outliers that were harassed, and Aislinn had learned quickly how to get her solitude. So she sat in the middle of the tavern. This day was also special for another reason…

…Felicity wasn't with her for once.

It felt odd to travel alone, but her sister had insisted on staying and talking with Sei. Felicity went as far as to say it was nice to see Aislinn finally take care of herself for once. A sentiment that was ludicrous to the girl, who was perfectly fine and in good health. Aislinn had no idea what made Felicity think that she was doing her own body harm, but she dismissed the curious statement when she came to the tavern, ordering a cocktail of fruits available in the Concordia woods. She seldom drank, and while some days had nearly driven her to, she had stayed strong, knowing Alcohol would only expose more weaknesses than it protected.

She was currently sipping her drink, hood down, a gentle smile on her face. It was a carefully contrived act, one of the traveler happy to be in some new place. It worked well when she would talk to Felicity, playing with her sister made it so people would ignore her. Today however she had only the rim of her glass to talk with, and it was resolutely silent. Looking into the drink she began to dissect the taste, in order to determine just how many fruits had been savaged in the making of this concoction. She snorted at the humorous thought of the fruit massacre, before her thoughts were interrupted by a hand grabbing the seat next to her and pulling the chair back.

She saw flashes of white hair, reddened eyes, and dark skin. Immediately she thought she could smell the stench of technology and progress upon the interloper, and categorized the myriad of signals her own shamanistic practices were warning her of. The person sitting was in fact from the Alerian continent, and a member of the dominant race. Though to call it much of a civilization beyond that was a farce. It was a carefully contrived society that embraced a survival of the fittest mentality. Such natural thinking was good to see on the scale of the country, but the supposed civility of its denizens was forever cast in doubt because of it.

"Pardon me if I take this seat, most of the people about here are boring, but you certainly seem the most interesting in the room," A voice intruded further, pushing her into a social interaction. The cretin that was assuming it had the privilege of talking to her was attempting sycophantic babble in the hopes of drawing her interest. Interesting in concept, if not utterly foolish in the manner it carried out the attempt.

"Pardon me if I get up, I believe I was just finishing," Aislinn said, attempting to excuse herself from the conversation the elf seemed keen on starting. Her eyes met with the red orbs of her attempted suitor with a plain expression, despite the irritation at the creature. She was good at masking her true thoughts, if only because of the trouble she often stirred up by voicing them, despite the truth of those statements.

A hand grabbed her wrist, and it was every ounce of self control that Aislinn didn't slap him for the offending hand upon her. His voice was low, and she could hear a bit of the intrigue in it as the foul monster spoke, "It is not everyday I see another user of magic. Please, stay, let us talk of our journeys through the greater mysteries of magic."

Aislinn easily grasped the hex in her mind as she bore her eyes into those of the dark elf, when she spoke her voice was a hoarse whisper, belying the rage her slender frame held, "You will let me go book worm, before I remove you from this mortal coil, and use your soul to bargain with the devils for more power."

The man seemed to smile before he froze, seeing one of her eyes change to a blood red as the energies transferred between them, and suddenly he began to realize perhaps pissing off the woman was not the best thing to do.

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen’s world was upside down as the elf lifted one leg up and kicked him twice in the head with a rapid succession of kicks to the side of his face, rotating in tandem with her other foot to keep her balanced. The immortal’s head ached severely but he pushed the pain away as best he could as he spun to the ground drawing himself up with a casual flick of his hands to the side of his collar, popping it up.

“No teeth,” she muttered keeping her leg lifted slightly above her shin of the other, both hands swaying to the side like a gypsy dancer. Jensen hated to admit it, was loathe to even think it, but in this world he had studied Caeiporiea from several masters. Several years of training and right now he felt like a novice on his first day, getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter.

Jensen kept his movements flowing, moving to the side of the wooden floor as many patrons grabbed what drinks they had and moved away, forming along the walls and in the shadows as the fight entered into its next stages. The knight watched her movements, seeing her lower her leg a fraction on an inch before she dropped forwards in a cartwheel, bringing her other leg down in a vicious axe kick.

The immortal lifted his arms up, blocking her foot and darting to the side where he punched outwards towards her face. Gracefully she twirled, arm lifting to parry his blow as she came forwards kicking upwards violently, her agility rivaling even his. His chin felt her boot and his teeth impacted against each other sending shooting pains up through his eyes into his brain as he stumbled backwards.

When he doubled back to a standing form he was met with a series of rapid kicks, each propelling her forward as she pun and kicked outwards to keep him moving backwards towards the wall. He blocked the kicks with all the strength he could muster, but her speed was keeping him from being able to push them back. A few of her blows landed upon his chest, sending him back extra steps until he hit the wall with his back hard. He grunted in pain as he let out a bit of spit, watching his foe real her legs back and jumping, rotating as she did so until one foot flew outwards to claim his head.

Jensen shifted his head to the side, her foot cracking the wood as she spun in low, trying to come up on Jensen with another uppercut using her other leg. Jensen brought his hands down quickly, stiffening the muscles as they kept her leg lowered allowing him to move forwards on her. She twirled backwards, keeping her distance as Jensen began a steady beat of step kick, step kick to keep the pressure on her as she darted back, huskily moving her shoulders as she curled her fingers like they were talon claws.

The immortal eyed his surroundings and grinned as he brought his advancing leg back and turned in a spin, facing her from a new angle. She shifted to keep him in front of her sights, which only made him laugh as he corkscrewed forwards, placing his hands on the ground splitting his legs twirling like a spinning top. His feet moved in tandem with his feet, the tip of his boots hitting her repeatedly in the chin as she took blow after blow.

The attack strained a lot out of Jensen’s ability, and losing the momentum to shift forwards he rolled back to his feet in a crouch touching the ground with one hand, exploding upwards in a flash kick that struck her woozy body right underneath the jaw.

The elf’s body lifted upwards into the air, and she slammed right upon a table. Feeling his momentum shifting he dashed forwards, preparing to jump at her, but in return she kicked her legs out like a stubborn mule, hitting him in the chest and pushing him away into a chair. The wood collapsed as it toppled over, Jensen’s neck cringing in pain as he rolled backwards and landing flat on is stomach breathing hard.

While he looked up the elf kipped back to her feet, spinning off the table and grabbing another chair as she rotated in the apex, bringing it down like sledge hammer onto Jensen’s back. The wood shattered, the immortal’s spine tingling with torment as his eyes flashed white, his nerves on fire as they sent wave after wave of pain signals up and down his body.

The immortal’s foe merely laughed, wiping the back of her hand across her lips to remove the blood dripping down the side with a ‘come-and-get-me’ smile.

Angrily Jensen slammed his fist on the floor, willing his body to stand as he shuffled back into his favored fighting stance.

[TwinCast]

The Mage looked upon her for a second before releasing her wrist quickly. He frowned analyzing the situation, and from experience Aislinn knew every last one of those options was being shot down for perceived faults of the plan. The man seemed perturbed by the sudden influx of pessimism, and was acting accordingly, before he grinned softly and spoke, "Interesting, an enchantment. I could see how it would be useful in staving off bandits and would be suitors, but it is at its core flawed in the fact your will isn't strong enough to implant the magic deep enough in the person's psyche…"

Aislinn looked at her wrist for injury before she spat, "Perhaps you should take the hint and leave, you obviously are not welcome here…"

The dark elf laughed at those words before he shook his head, "Interesting, I've disbelieved the notion of your enchantment yet it persists. This seems far too strong for a mere enchantment, are you an enchanter?"

"Do not insult me with the hermetic disciplined refuse you call magic. I would rather suffer the advances of a barbarian than deal with another so-called wizard who thought himself superior for finding the incantation of the newest fireball," Aislinn hissed. The heat of anger reached her chest where it blossomed into full blown rage. The man had called her a wizard, and furthered the insult by assuming she was a specialist, someone who would be so foolish as to limit their scope to enchantry in order to broaden the depth of such pursuits.

"Yes, I can see it now, you are one of those…tribal creatures," The Drow replied before the sound of wood shattering could be heard. Everyone turned to see a brawl had erupted in the bar. One man was repeatedly kicking a woman while fighting in time to a rhythm wholly unnatural. Each step another attack in the dervish of death. The Drow sighed before he shook his head and spoke almost to himself, "Not even five minutes and she manages to get herself in trouble. That's a new record, even for her."

Aislinn took the moment to consider her options. The fight at the far end was distracting her assailant. The wizard was probably as frail as her, and so a few solid hits would most likely cause him to back down. The problem came in what kind of mage he was. While obviously hermetic, she had yet to see him cast a school of magic, and therefore couldn't dissect his prowess. She did know however, that unlike her, who talked to the winds themselves and ordered them about, he had to voice his concerns to the winds. To use such magicks he would need to speak, and so she grabbed her staff slowly before brining it about in a sweep to the man's stomach.

Only to find it slam against to wood of his walking stick. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised before he spoke condescendingly, "I don't believe I gave you permission to attack me tribal. Perhaps I should give you a lesson in manners, though I do commend you on the courage to be so resistant."

Aislinn realized she was now in trouble, and perhaps for the first time it was solely her fault. Her choler had been heated when he had insulted her with the enchantress comment, and further when he had brushed her off as a tribal creature. She had fallen victim to her temper, and while she had told him to go away multiple times, he had not taken the hint. Perhaps it was the fact she was a woman and they often liked their women fiery, but now Aislinn was stuck in a match of power against the mage. She could perhaps perform a quick bargain for a new hex, only to out her as a mystic and a witch to boot.

Her eye's drifted to the other fight briefly, taking in the situation. The man was currently getting up from what he assumed was a hard blow from the woman. Before she grew too attentive to the other battle she locked eyes with her assailant. He seemed to grin at her before he said deceptively, "I see you have concerns over the man. Is he your lover, perhaps a confidant, or protector?"

Aislinn snorted derisively before she spoke, "I am not so opaque as to answer such a stupid question. Does it matter what he is to me? Truly?"

The drow raised an eyebrow before he grinned, "I see, you truly are a piece of work tribal. Then you won't mind if he dies?"

"Death happens, it is the life that matters," Aislinn retorted.

The drow rocketed out with a fist that made Aislinn stumble back a step. Feeling her mouth for blood she found none before she laughed scornfully, "Not even strong enough to draw blood. I love how I am the uncouth barbarian in this farce as well…"

The drow sneered before he spoke, "Are you ready to fight me tribal, or are you going to talk me to death?"

"I would, but you are obviously worried about your partner, and I'm keeping you from her. Perhaps you should be more worried for her than me," Aislinn replied a dark grin crossing her features before she flicked her wrist in the general direction of the ongoing fight. The Drow frowned before his eyes widened on the scene. His partner was about to slam full force into a glass shield that had erected in front of the erstwhile warrior. Aislinn looked at her hand before she continued, "I do hope your partner is as tough as she pretends…"

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen was in desperate need of a prayer. This drow was not just some common street thug. She seemed trained and well versed in her arts, and her style of Caeiporiea was far more advanced than the immortals. That was all he could manage as he used the last bit of his strength to keep himself standing from her onslaught.

She ducked, dipped, dived, and dodged around Jensen, laughing seductively as her hands kept caressing one side of his body, her foot pounding into his flesh like a meat tenderizer on the side. He twirled in step, keeping her away as best he could, but the filthy pointy eared creature was just too damn agile for him. The elven natural agility over a human was already at the get go superior, add a fighting style based solely on moving and the enigmatic immortal was soon going to be down for the count.

Woozily he stepped backwards, his jaw aching from another roundhouse kick bringing his hands up to prevent another follow up tornado like kick. He breathed heavily and she slid forwards on the ground easily over his out stretched foot, coming up next to him and tapping his nose twice with a giggle before she wrenched it and tossed him to the side into another table.

Jensen brought his hands forwards, gripping the edge of the table as he lifted himself up and rolling onto the wooden platform holding himself at the ready. Easily the she devil brought one leg out in a wide sweep, grabbing a chair and flinging it towards him. Ducking down and jumping off the table he made his move, the wooden seat shattering into tiny splinters upon a poor bystander’s face as he collapsed in a heap.

He slid into her, bringing his feet downwards in a sweep as he tried to knock her off her vertical basis, but easily she cart wheeled over his legs, her hands moving in between their sweeping motion as she laughed. He rolled himself back to his feet, twirling in bringing his hands up defensively only to see an orb of glass form around him. Already committed to a flying jump kick the dark elf’s red eyes went wide in terror, her feet slamming into it as the sound of a vase shattering popped into the air. Dozens of shards flew outwards like tiny knives, the woman’s body getting riddled in her feet as she hollered in pain, blood dripping to the floor as she collapsed upon her self losing her ability to stand as she pulled on a glass shard stuck in her thigh.

“What the hell…” Jensen breathed, his eyes immediately scanning the room. He knew that attack, it had belonged to Sei Orlouge. Was his employer here to save him? If so he would never forgive the man. It was bad enough he was losing to a lousy leaf licker, but to be saved from a man he hated? The thought charred to his bones as he gnashed his teeth in a violent twitch, turning his eyes towards the other side of the room towards the center.

There he saw another filthy frolicking elf, his eyes bemused with both concern and a trained eye to analyze the situation. His stance was hostile, and so was the little red head near him who looked to Jensen out of the corner of her eye. Who she was the immortal couldn’t say, but it was clear that she was the one who saved him.

“Wonder who she-” Jensen’s throat widened in agony as he screamed out, his back being cut deeply by a shard of glass as the female elf rejoined the fight. She hopped on one leg now, favoring it heavily over her injured one as she held the bloody glass in her hand.

“Don’t turn your back on me, you filthy dog,” she cursed, her tone losing all of its joviality that it once held, only murder in her eyes that were once lit up with joy. Jensen fell to one knee, rolling forwards and turning bringing out a throwing knife to use as a makeshift weapon.

“I ponder why you keep calling me a dog,” Jensen let out a soft chuckle. “You’re the only bitch I see.” This made the elf scream as she lunged forwards, her hands moving from side to side to try and cut him up. Now Jensen laughed fully, his eyes turning into bright orbs of mirth as he let out a maddening laughter he had been letting fester in his stomach.

He had successfully managed to bring the elf out of her element, and the way she used her glass shard proved she knew nothing of small weapons combat, an area he was particularly skilled in. She moved painfully forward, and with a quick duck under her hand he came up with a fierce uppercut, his knee slamming into the soft skin of her exposed stomach.

He doubled back and prepared for a violent finish, only to see the elf was on him in the blink of an eye, her tongue licking her lips as her fist slammed into his jaw. When he opened his eyes again she was behind him, her foot slamming into the back of his knee knocking him down. When he blinked again she was in front of him, sizing him up for a kick and letting loose slamming her heel into Jensen’s jaw knocking several teeth loose as he bounded upon the ground.

When he stopped bouncing like a ball on the ground he grabbed his head, world spinning around him, eyes looking up at the red head when he regained his control.

“Hi,” Jensen said weakly.

[TwinCast]

"That was a dirty trick," The mage said as he took a more aggressive stance towards Aislinn. She continued to look at her hand before she shook her head. While it was odd the fight they were having, mages and scholars didn't fight in the traditional sense. To succumb to the barbarity at the far end of the bar was to take the fight to a new level. When Aislinn had attacked, he knew it was merely to scare him off. When he had struck the Witch it had been to potentially start a brawl on this end as well. When Aislinn didn't follow suit, the mage must have known she still had some shred of self control.

"I will admit it was a cheap shot, but it was the only one affordable at the time…" She countered as the man glowered at her.

Quickly he spat out magical nonsense and flung a hand, arcane energy fluctuating before he growled at the witch, "Just what are you? No shaman has such a spell, and that reeked of Abjuration…"

"Would you not like to know, hermetic," Aislinn taunted. She relished at least having some kind of information she could hold back from the bumbling wizard. However the effects of the spell was seen when the woman seemed to enter a frenzy that saw her ignore the overwhelming pain the mystic protection had afforded the man at the far end. She was punching and kicking the poor man across the bar, and finally he began to skip across the floor, as a stone across water.

He slid to a halt at her feet, and seemed to be social as he spoke greetings to the woman. She snorted softly, sensing a growing trend of her conversations of late, in producing mirthful sounds in rather humorless situations. Looking back at the mage she finally spoke, "I smelled Ghyran the Breath of Life upon that last one. You enhanced the life within her; I would go so far as to say perhaps a bit of transmuting animal traits into her. Not a bad attempt either, even if the rules you restricted the wind with only diluted the end product."

The mage widened his eyes at the tearing apart of his spell before he hissed, "Witch."

Aislinn looked down upon the man who had bounced into the conversation before she spoke coarsely, "Stand up and fight you twit, the battle is not won yet…" She then looked over at the mage who seemed beside himself at the thought of what Aislinn was. She had never been to Alerar, never heard the tales of witchcraft in such a place. She did know, that there was some reason the man was fearful, and she would have to surmise it soon if she wanted the advantage it would give. Looking upon the mage she smiled before she said softly, "Watch this…"

Reaching to her waist she pulled out a small knife she used to prepare food in the wild and willfully cut her hand. Blue blood ran freely from the wound yet she gripped the knife tightly, holding it in place even as the woman was moving forward slowly. Aislinn Then spoke softly, only for the mage to hear, "Shyish wind of the Tomb, remember the promises we made to each other and fulfill your bargain. I give you access to my blood, take what you will, and grant me power equal in strength."

Carefully pulling the knife she smiled seeing it clean of her blood, despite having been slowly saturating in it. Her hand was clean of more blood, as the wind greedily drank from her, to the point she was feeling light headed. Finally the wind slaked its ghoulish thirst, and she felt the gift of a new hex blossom in her blood. She looked upon the wizard almost to rub his face in it as the woman was fighting off with the man. A boot was placed against a table firmly before she shoved it forward with a kick meant to merely topple it over.

She had been in convalescent care so long she had lost a proper feeling for her strengths and now she was learning the lesson. Still the table did as needed and toppled over spilling drinks everywhere, while sliding across the floor into the path of the Drow. The man lashed out at her only to find her duck under the blow and jab him in the gut with her staff, "Please, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame upon myself. Do not think me foolish wizard, I am at the least your equal, if not superior."

Moving across the room she saw the immortal collapse behind the barrier, grateful for the diversion as the woman slammed into it. Moving to the warrior she began to check upon him with a clinical precision even as she reached into her satchel. Her hands moving almost mechanically over his flesh before she hissed, "Not the best I have seen but you will do…"

She heard the mystical words of power behind her and she frowned, realizing the wizard was at his craft again. A boot slammed out and hit the table behind her, grumbling about bumbling mages and their fireballs, as she felt the presence of Aqshy wind of the Pyre in the room. The fireball connected with the wood before she shook her head. The woman would be attacking soon, and she couldn't do much else. Grabbing a bit of bark she jammed it in the immortal's mouth and ordered, "Bite on it, do not chew. As your saliva and blood work into the wood it will release a pain suppressor. I can do little for your wounds, but you have to listen to me warrior, I need the woman to be held down for a moment. Long enough for me to touch her, and if you do this, we will get ourselves out of this mess. The dullard is expending his powers too fast to keep up with us."

She could see the beginnings of rebellion in his eyes as she gripped his chin and spoke harshly, "Go, your dancing partner is coming already, and I do not wish to lose to these elves anymore than you do. Go!"

[Enigmatic Immortal]

“Can’t argue with a grudge against losing,” Jensen mumbled as he turned and poked his head over the edge of the table with an appraising eye. Another ball of fire was incoming, blasting off the chunk of wood it had hit into thousand tiny shards, forcing the immortal to shield himself and the girl next to him. As he was about to double up and look back a boot smashed through the wooden oak, before gently being pulled out.

“Come on out and play, filthy mutt!” The girl cried to them. “Bring your voodoo doctor with you so I can tear her pretty little hair out one at a time with my knife.” Jensen looked to the girl before he narrowed his eyes spitting the branch out of his mouth.

“You want me to distract her? The girl shrugged as if the idea wasn’t to far off what she was thinking. Jensen looked into her chilling blue eyes. Jensen shook his head.

“Lousy leaf lickers think I’ll lose my cool and go for the girl, but I don’t play that way. Keep the bitch off me for two seconds and I’ll cure all your mage problems.” She nodded her head as Jensen moved forwards away from the table, turning and breathing in deep. “Two seconds…” he whispered before he was off like a gunshot, body moving swiftly as another bolt of fire slammed a small hole through the table.

The immortal emerged through the smoke cloud that flittered into the air, his feet touching the edge of the protective barrier that the girl hastily made, launching himself over the female elf with a soft chuckle, caressing her face as he flipped. When he landed he ran in a dead spring, moving as wind seemed to blow against him. He kept his angle low for a reason, feeling his chest bubble up in joy as he let out a cackling laughter, the magi’s spells flying out at him like a torrent of water. Fireballs flashed before Jensen’s eyes, his body moving left to right as he kept up the pressure. The mage lifted his cane up in a defensive stance, but his momentary pause was all he needed.

“Let‘s keep it classy, now!” Jensen hollered, his knee slamming into his opponent’s gut. Two steps back and he lurched forward in a high scissors kick to the hunched over elf mage, the heel of his boot slamming down upon the back of the skull with a sickening impact. Spit flew out from the elf’s mouth as he tumbled downwards, eyes shot open wide with pain as he slammed upon the ground, laughter echoing in the air from the knights lips.

Jensen pulled himself back to his feet using a quick flip with one hand, facing the opponent with a keen eye of the hunter as he waited for the right moment. When the drow’s head bounced off the ground from the sudden impact he sprang into action, flipping high in a tight roll before slamming one foot down upon the back of the head, slamming it underneath his boot with a sick crunching sound from the magi’s nose breaking. He twirled upon the head like a dancer before slipping off, hands parted to the side as he bowed low to his fallen foe like they had just shared an enchanting dance.

“Gutter trash,” Jensen spat, blood mixed with phlegm as he hit the drow in the face. He turned back to the girl, wondering how she fared against the other elf and seeing if she was able to hold up her end of the bargain.

[TwinCast]

Aislinn watched the mysterious warrior go off, and knew the Drow woman had to be plotting his demise. Waiting for her opportunity to strike she heard it when the woman hissed out, "Come back here pup! I'm not through with you!"

Before the warrior woman could take a single step towards the immortal, she felt the sharp rap of a staff swung inexpertly against her skull. She stumbled a step in pure shock at the audacity the female witch had shown, before she looked over at the girl. The smoldering fires of indignation graced the mystic's face. The cold eyes drilled a hole in the Drow's own before the warrior grinned maliciously. Those ice blue eyes were positively chilling, and she had not seen such an unbroken pride in some time.

The Drow would relish breaking this particular toy.

"Looks like we got ourselves the runt of the litter, I wonder little one, do you have any teeth to back up what you just did?" She challenged before she began her rhythmic motions, sliding gracefully back into the dance of Caeiporiea. Blood continued to fall from her body, each ruby rivulet adding to the grace when it was flecked off her skin with a sudden jerk. Pain wracked her form, from the many shards of glass she had cut herself upon from the mystical protection Aislinn had given her former opponent. She was immune to its sweet embrace, thanks to the Mage she had been protecting. Now, she would use his gift to finish off the whelp, and help with the mopping up of the man who had spat on her pride.

"All that bluster and bravado, and you went down to a spell any child could employ. Are all Drow warriors this weak, or is this your particular talent?" Aislinn said a small grin crossing her lips pressing the advantage, "I could see how your friend would like someone a little weak. Easier for him to make them submit when he has been shot down in the bar at night…"

The drow was seeing red at those words as she jumped the girl a scream of rage filling the room. She was thrashing about as she threw unfocused punches at the Girl who covered up even as the woman grabbed a handful of hair beginning to yank. A knife was pulled and placed at the girl's throat before the drow hissed, "You weren't even good enough for a warm up before I kick your boyfriend's ass. Any last words runt?"

"Thank you," Aislinn said honestly. The woman frowned looking at the girl as if she had gone insane. Such courteous words at a time like this? When she was about to die? Seeing the confusion Aislinn gently gripped the hand in her hair before she continued, "Thank you for being so foolish as to get within hand's reach of a Witch. Enjoy your just punishment…" Black energy coursed from her hand into the body of the warrior who let out a high pitched squeal of agony, even louder than the glass that had shredded her form previously. With a gentle shove Aislinn had removed the woman from her body to look up at a curious Human male, who was watching the catfight with a bemused expression.

"Do not get any ideas, I much prefer the male species," Aislinn said firmly as she got up, dusting herself off. Looking down at the twitching Drow she brought the staff down hard upon her temple, sending her finally into the blissful throes of unconsciousness. Looking over at the man she saw the bloodied form of the wizard, lucky to still be alive after looking no better than a doormat. Moving across the room she carefully reached forward and grabbed a book bound loosely to his side. He feebly reached out to prevent its theft before she slapped the hand in a disciplinary way.

"You brought this upon yourself. Had you not attempted to seduce me with your prowess, and the lack thereof in hindsight, you could have kept this. Instead I invite you to study real magic, and not the farce you have been practicing. I would go so far as to say you insult others who cling to such a weak discipline by your very membership in their ranks…" She admonished while flipping through the pages. Finally she flung it into the fire, where it was quickly ignited, the pages being so very flammable. She then turned to the man before she spoke, "My manners of course elude me. I am Aislinn Orlouge, a pleasure to meet you."

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen looked to her, his eyes widening as she spoke her name. Aislinne Orlouge. That meant she had no choice but to be related to something he loathed with every detestable bone within his body: Sei Orlouge. The revelation left him speechless, his hand remaining stubbornly at his side. When the drow elf groaned Jensen’s foot stomped the back of his head, the immortals eyes never once looking away from the girl.

“Charmed,” Jensen muttered taking her hand after an awkward pause. Of course, he spoke with venom in his words, but the girl didn’t seem to mind them to much. “Pretty handy work with the frolicking bush humpers.”

“I could say the same for you and your strange fighting style when pounding the inelegant mystical bones of the mage.” she commented, both letting a sly grin cover their features. Unlike Anita or Sei, this particular Orlouge didn’t seem all that bad. In fact, he had to grudgingly admit he was in a slight awe of her fighting prowess and determination to finish off her foes with equal measures of hatred that he as well felt for the filthy elves. Her racial intolerance of things magical of course was the deciding factor in this small dance, but it was enough for Jensen to appreciate the young witch.

“Jensen Ambrose,” the enigmatic immortal said with a soft bow to her, looking back to the drow at their feet. “Well, time to clean up the trash,” he muttered as he went to work disposing of the bodies outside. He was positive he saw a dung cart not too far off the side of the building and he carried the female elf first. She felt weightless in his hands, and he took the time to make sure her head hit and bounced upon every rock and ledge and object he could find. The witch aided him, grabbing the arm of the other dark elf and dragging his passed out body

When she saw where Jensen was dropping them she could only grin in response, feeling a sense of poetic justice. For using garbage magic, they should be thrown out like garbage. She was positive the knight felt the same way. Dusting themselves off after he chucked the magi’s body in the dung heap the two walked back into the bar.

The bar was like the scene of a small town after a disaster, both fully appreciating the damages caused by their own hands. Several tables were scattered everywhere, dozens of broken glasses, and one or two innocent bystanders were being helped up by their buddies. Jensen walked towards the bar as he left the girl to her own vices, grinning as he got the attention of many men and women in the bar.

“I really hate you, Jensen,” the bartender sighed. “You broke my bar after I just repaired it after the Karaoke night massacre.” Jensen shrugged. “Stop shrugging you bastard! Show me you care about your little mess!”

“Uh, I’m sorry?” Jensen offered, rubbing the back of his head.

“Sorry doesn’t cover the costs. What does cover the costs is cold hard coins. Golden ones. As big as your eyeball. Catch my hint?” She spoke loudly to him, making a sporting show of the immortal that you don’t just start a fight and get away with it. The knight nodded once and she lowered herself under the bar, grabbing another glass and turning it on the table, filling it with his preferred drink, the End Times. Jensen nodded, mentally sighing how he would be digging into his gunblade funds, yet again.

“That being said,” Ashley whispered for only his ears. “Thanks for defending my honor, cutie…” she patted his hand gently, her smile warm as the immortal feigned a shrug. In truth, he hadn’t done it for her, but the girl was having a rough day as is. Might as well make her feel like she was special.

“Uncle Sei!” Aislinne spoke, her throat drying up as the knight turned to look at Sei as he stalked into the bar, flanked by Stephanie and Anita, both with eyes of terrible shock, a condescending look in the mute’s.

“What did you do, Aislinne?” The mystic gestured to the chaos around her. “I let you leave the cave for two hours and you manage to make a fine mockery of your name while participating in bar fights? Did you not pride yourself on your class? You shouldn’t be so careless and easily caught up in bar fights like this. It is unbecoming of a lady of your stature!” His telepathic talk was cutting out any attempt she made to speak, each attempt at vocalization was interrupted by a hand gesture to keep her silent as he bombarded her with his lecture.

Jensen stroked his finger along the edge of the glass, smiling as he was taking amusement for the girl’s upcoming punishment, but as his lips tasted the sweet alcoholic nectar he felt a tingling sensation in his jaw. Unknowingly he ran a finger along his chin, touching the bone with ginger fingers remembering that is was because of that woman he was able to still use his mouth. With a heavy sigh he placed the glass down, thanking the bartender Ashley before he moved forwards.

First to see him was Anita, and her eyes lowered into suspicion as she glared at the immortal. In return he merely stuck his tongue out to her, pushing her aside gently as he stepped in front of the witch. Jensen’s grin was wide as a mile, his eyes alight with mischief as he showed his bruises with pride.

“What’s got your panties in a twist? Did the fairy king forget his fairy scepter back in fairy kingdom?” All eyes looked to him as Sei merely glanced to the knight, lifting an accusing finger, but his face not quite sure if he was convinced.

“I know you’re a mute an all, but come on, you blind too?” Jensen rubbed the back of his head, laughing. “Filthy leaf lickers thought they owned this place, so I just had to show them the door.” He thumbed towards the cart where the unconscious drow slept. The dung sinking their bodies into the terrible compost.

“So this circus of chaos was by your hands, I assume?” Anita spoke like she was a great detective, figuring out the crime of the century. Stephanie looked behind the immortal, but he merely moved himself in a relaxing way, bumping Aislinne behind him so his comrade couldn’t get a good look at her face. Stephanie was pretty damn accurate at reading people’s faces, and Jensen wouldn’t let her spoil his fun.

“Guilty as blissfully charged!” Jensen laughed holding his hands out like he should be arrested. He could tell the witch was confused, but he didn’t care. He felt like he owed her, that was all. This made them even if he took the heat for Aislinne.

“You should know better than to act like a jackass in public!” Stephanie chided. “You’re a member of the Ixian Knights now, their reputation shouldn’t be tainted by your insane antics!” Sei merely shrugged, a knowing smile on his face.

“Jensen can simply not help but be who he is,” he thought loudly. “He is a fool, but a useful one. Get back to the cave, Jensen, I’ll talk with you later about your behavior, but first I got an idea for punishment. Since you decided to skip out on training today to be a racist bigot you’ll be volunteering to go out to the local schools and preach the good news about being tolerant of others cultures.” Jensen’s eyes widened in hatred, his disbelief in the punishment he was getting for cleansing the world of pointy eared filth.

“I fucking hate you,” Jensen blurted. Sei merely smiled, patting the immortal on the shoulder.

“Of course, to make sure you stay alert I’ll be joining you. Fairy King and Enigmatic Immortal, frolicking like elves.” he taunted as the knight pushed past Sei, purposely running his shoulder into him making the mute chuckle as Anita gave him a that’s-what-you-get look. Stephanie merely laughed, pointing to Jensen as she clapped him on the back, leaving with him and asking him for details on the fight.

“Mr. Ambrose!” Aislinne called to him, regaining some of her composure. “I would like to inform you that I must give a physical examination of all members of the Ixian Knights, can could you please come to my chambers in the morning at the time of ten o’clock for your check up?”

“Whatever,” The immortal muttered loudly, not bothering to acknowledge her request. Yet when he was sure nobody was looking, Jensen looked back to the girl, giving her a mischievous wink that only she could see, tossing his hands up in a stretch as he waved goodbye to Ashley who merely shook her head and waved him off in good riddance.

“So there I was Steph,” Jensen said passionately. “Filthy leaf licker was glaring me down, giving me the eye if you will. I was simply minding my own business, drinking my whiskey when she came up and knocked the glass out of my hand, telling me how she hated how superior I was to her, comparing herself to a dog the entire time, wishing she could match my bark and bite…”

[TwinCast]

I somehow feel you didn't exactly resist the urge of chaos in this mess either, Sei said to the Witch, as she carefully collected her things. Paying for the drink she said a polite thank you to the tender before she moved stiffly to the door. Sei raised an eyebrow at the display before he pressed, Not even a word from the accused? That isn't normal for you Aislinn.

"There is not much to say on the matter Uncle. It is over and done with, and people who deserved what they got are now repaid in a vicious cycle of cruelty. They reaped what they sowed, or do you feel the punishment did not fit the crime?" Aislinn asked pointedly.

That is more like the Niece I have come to know, Sei responded as he followed her outside. Anita moved nearby them as he watched the two walking. It was an odd situation, as Aislinn was the Mystic's elder. Sei however, was technically higher in the family structure than her. It had begun a small game of tug of war where she would feel out the Mute and see what she was allowed to get away with. In return he would try to keep her under control and see the limits of just how far she let him control her.

Aislinn merely shrugged at the mute's words before she said bluntly, "Paint the picture how you wish. You are the artist and your depiction should capture some essence of me. I merely refuse to be stuck in such a rigid definition of what is and is not normal for me. Situations change, habits grow, and that is life."

Anita hid a bit of a smile while Sei looked over at his niece the obvious rebellion in her voice springing from somewhere within her. He nodded before he retorted, Evolution of a person is change, but rarely do such changes commence overnight. Do not think you hide everything behind your words Aislinn. To those who can't hear what you think, you certainly give off the air of authority. I know when you're blustering.

"Am I to take it that you believe my words and my mind are in disorder over the truth?" Aislinn said looking pointedly at her uncle.

I believe that for today, the truth can remain back in that room. In the future I would not repeat such an act, as the consequences can end up much like the night we met.

She halted, hearing those words. A chill breeze seemed to flow between them, taunting and teasing the witch before she moved forward, the moment passed. Finally when she spoke her words held a bit more formality, "I am requesting the transference of Jensen Ambrose to being my personal bodyguard. The man while a chaotic element does good work when properly motivated. I shall have to find that motivation, and I believe that prolonged exposure to you would bury it under an avalanche of spite and malice."

Anita's eyes widened at those words before she said, "How could anyone want to work with Jensen? The guy is an idiot and a jerk."

Aislinn seemed to let a predatory smirk cross her lips, even as she studied the younger Orlouge, "Oh Cousin, you act as if you know the man. Is there a bit of history you have not told me yet?"

At those words Sei replied sternly, Aislinn, you may have your fun if you so wish. Keep my daughters out of the line of fire. I will consider your recommendation, but as this isn't a medical matter I have final say on that decision.

"Of course dear Uncle, it was a mere misstep. It shall not happen again. I shall await your decision on that matter and expect it to be expedited quickly. I would not wish for you to tarry too long on a matter such as my safety," Aislinn replied without even looking back. They continued down the road, and a small grin crossed her face. She of course had taken a rather low blow in even bringing up her safety, but the Mute expected such plays from her now. She was a Witch, and even further an agent of chaos. Structure and order were as foreign concepts as duty and loyalty.

The fact she spoke in the manner of a noble set off a rather odd dichotomy in which he wasn't sure which to believe. Could Sei accept courteous and high class stature of the girl, or the actions that belied the chaos that lurked just under her skin, within that blue blood of hers. It was a devils question, for at face value she was more than the sum of her statements, yet at the same time that was who she was when not fighting. He had yet to be there during a combat in which she partook.

And so, yet another enigma entered the ranks of the Ixian Knights.

Spoils:

Agony - Witchcraft - Upon touching a target while infused with this hex, a dark energy will course through her victims veins. This energy will trigger the nerve reaction of pain in each and every cluster of nerves, until finally it has worked its way entirely through a person's body. Obviously those immune or resistant to pain are excluded as prime targets for this ability, but to the weaker warriors of Althanas, this ability can cause crippling pain.

May only be used once per target per day. Lasts two to three posts.

[Silence Sei]

This'll be easy considering I've been reading this quest post by post as they came up.

Story (20/30) ~ A bar fight is nothing too new, and neither is a meeting of characters, but the blatant racism for elves and magic users did make for decent story motication

Character (27/30) ~ Both of you definetly kept it classy : D

Mechanics (17/30) ~ Couple of common mistakes, like using 'to' instead of 'too', and EI spelling TC's name as 'Aislinne' rather than Aislinn in his last post.

Wildcard (7/10)

Total: 71/100

EI gets 1650 exp, 105 GP, and Sei's consideration for Jensen becoming Aislinn's bodyguard

TC gets 500 exp, 110 GP, and Sei's consideration for Jensen becoming Aislinn's bodyguard.

[Silence Sei]

EXP-GP Added.