Out of trouble at last? (Zombie/OPEN)

[Anonymous]

It had been several hours since that wonderful mess Thal had gotten into.  When his abilities had finally returned, it had done wonders for the incubus' mood, as shifting relieved the pain in his wing.

He wasn't sure if the midget was dead or alive.  He didn't care.  He wasn't sure if Pretty-Boy was coming after him, or trying to help the midget.  He didn't care about that either.  He wasn't sure where the bat-vamp was now.  He really didn't care.  They could all burn, for all Thalius cared.

He was content to stay put, having paid for a nice little room in a nice little inn.  The girl that had shown him to the room had smiled and giggled and tried to flirt with him, but he'd been too concerned with holing himself up in the room to tend to his wing to pay attention.  Pity.  She might have been fun.

Having simply sprawled out on the bed after bandaging his wing, he shifted back and stared out the window.  "I need to get the hell out of here."   Easier said than done.  A week.  Maybe two or three.  That was how long he was grounded, how long it'd take his wing to mend.  Unless he found a healer, but asking for a healer in Reajh was suicide.

"...I hate this damn place."

((OOC: Thal vs. Reajh, Round Two!))

[Anonymous]

Raphael had been shocked when Sikke had run. That hadn't really seemed...well....what Mordecai were supposed to do. As everything went to hell in the fight, the trainee had to choose which of the monsters he was going to go after. Then he tore off after the demon. It wasn't easy tracking him and Raphael was knew to it. But he was persistent and focused. He was not going to let such a dark creature loose in the city where he could kill and hurt innocent people.

He paused, catching his breath as he glanced around. He wasn't used to having to follow things like this yet. But he kept as close as he could to it. Not close enough to affect it's magic though. He could only just sense it a head of him. Though it eventually stopped at an inn, letting Raphael catch up.

And this close to him, he could feel the sensation much stronger, that there was a creature of magic nearby. He had been following the right person. Some quick words with the staff at the inn and he knew which room the monster was in. A few leaps up the steps and Raphael was at the door.

And being Raphael, he banged loudly on the door instead of just kicking it in, "Open up demon!"

[Anonymous]

((THE BOARD ATE MY POST, WTF))

Thal was getting ready to crawl into the bed, determined to sleep the rest of the daylight hours away.  This involved cleaning up what little mess he'd made in the room thus far, mostly disposing of the remains of his ruined shirt, throwing his cloak on the chair, and kicking his boots out of the middle of the room.  His shirt, was part of it hadn't been thrown out, was torn into strips and wound about the gash in base of his strained wing.  It pissed the incubus off, having to shred an expensive shirt into bandages, but he was a practical creature.  

The sudden absence of the glow from his pendant made the incubus hiss in displeasure.  Not again.  

The unholy racket at the door only confirmed Thal had a serious problem.  AGAIN.  And no, he wasn't coming out.  Stomping over to the door, he yanked it open, reached out, and seized a handful of Serious Problem's shirt.  Realizing that Serious Problem was Pretty Boy from earlier...Thal wasn't quite sure if this amused him or just pissed him off even more.  Moving the mental quandary to the 'Deal With Later' pile, he yanked Pretty Boy inside and slammed the door, turning the soldier loose with a push away from him.

"Why are you bothering..."  His voice trailed off abruptly as another thought hit him.  This was the second time he'd run into Pretty Boy.  The second time he'd lost his magic.  And Thal wasn't naive enough to assume coincidence. His eyes narrowed, and he pointed one clawed finger at the boy, speaking in a low, aggravated tone.  "Why is it when you're around, I can't use my magic?"

[Anonymous]

Getting grabbed by the shirt and hauled into the room by the demon was really not on Raphael's list of how he thought this encounter was going to go. He was startled enough that he didn't resist and stumbled into the room, quickly turning to face the demon, expression angry.

"It is because I am pure, protected from the corruptions of magic." Raphael's hand went the the hilt of his sword, "And I've come to finish what we started earlier. You are a menace and I am going to stop you."

Raphael could remember clearly how the creature had hurt Sikke, toying with him. Raphael really hoped the Mordecai was alright. He had lost a lot blood. But he had been able to run away, so that was at least a good sign.

[Anonymous]

"Corruptions of magic?  Ha.  You Connlaothians are so... retarded."  Thal put one hand on his hip, his tail waving behind him as he scratched at the back of his neck, where the chain rested against the skin. Of course, he didn't take his eyes off Pretty Boy.  "What is it that you people don't get?  Magic isn't evil.  It's ...ugh, why am I bothering with this?"  He'd noticed the way the soldier had put his hand on his sword...

"...today just gets better and better."  He muttered.  "You just wanna pick a fight, don't you?  You and your buddy jump me for no logical reason, try to arrest me when I defend myself, and when I refrain from killing you jerks and leave, you come after me with the intention of picking another fight."  He paused for a moment.  He usually didn't do the verbal banter, but it just might make the kid shut up and leave... "You know, from where I'm standing, you're the bad guy."

[Anonymous]

"Magic is evil. It corrupts and twists the natural order of things. And it pollutes the minds and souls of everyone who uses it." The boy was speaking rather calmly. He didn't really care if Thal believed him or not, he was obviously held in magics sway. Raphael was just stating simple facts.

He drew his sword, holding it carefully between himself and the demon, though in a defensive stance. He wasn't going to attack the demon without fair warning. He was a good, honest kid and didn't have the experience to cure him of his nobility.

"Magic creatures are not allowed to roam free in Connlaoth. It was out duty to bring you in. And you refused to be escorted back with us, so of course we are going to try and subdue you. And I saw what you did to Sikke, you are dangerous." He gripped his sword a bit tighter, his expression hardening, though he still looked very much like a young kid play acting at being a knight, "And so I have come to bring you back with me. You aren't going to escape again."

[Anonymous]

Thal narrowed his eyes and glared at the boy.  He really was dense, wasn't he?  "What part of 'I'm not going to be dragged off and killed' did you not understand earlier?  I didn't come here by choice.  I'd leave right now, but hey, I'm totally lost here."  He ignored the remarks about Sikke, who he assumed was the midget soldier who'd attacked him.  As far as Thal was concerned, Shorty had gotten what he deserved.

He folded his arms over his bare chest, his tail snapping from side to side behind him in irritation.  "You've got a choice to make, kid.  You can go away and leave me the hell alone, or you can stay here and I'll kill you.  I'd obviously rather you leave me alone.  I may be a demon, but I'm not a Hellion."  Honestly, Thalius really would be happier if Pretty Boy left.  He was tired, hungry, and his wing ached.  

...He missed home already, too.

((OOC: Sorry for the slowness.  RL is rearing its ugly head again, so I've been trying to sort out the issues before they get out of hand.  >_<; ))

[Anonymous]

Raphael shook his head, "I can't leave you here. Not to kill and hurt innocent people. And you are just going to be taken into custody and tried." The boy wasn't kidding either. He was couldn't just go away and leave some demon lose.

"I don't want to hurt you. I really don't. And I am sorry that you are stuck here. But you are here and it is my duty to protect the people who live here. And you are a danger to them."

Raphael was actually feeling a little sorry for the creature. He couldn't help it, but it didn't really change anything. Just leaving him in the inn to eat everyone wasn't an option.

((OOC: No worries. Take you time ^.^ RP is for fun times, not stressful times))