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Post by Lyrah on Oct 26, 2007 20:20:13 GMT -5
So, this simple mortal had finally told her what he was. An assassin. Most interesting. She did not know yet whether that raised or lowered her respect for him. Assassins were a special breed; they had incredible control and stealth, and patience few possessed. However, being an assassin also meant that one fairly sold themselves to the highest bidder. There was little some humans wouldn't do for money. For now, he remained neutral in her eyes. "A mystery?" she queried with a pale glint in her deep blue eyes, "then you enjoy riddles? Well then, sir Silas, let's see if you can figure out what I am. I will give you clues, if you wish, but they will now give you a direct idea of what, or who, I am."
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 26, 2007 20:36:06 GMT -5
There was nothing about her that made Silas doubt her claim, but the offhanded way it was presented made him pause. Most interesting, then, that she would play him this way. More then willing, he nodded to her, keeping the brim of his hat low and shrouding his eyes but for thier emerald glimmer. "A game I accept all too willingly. I hope you provide me with a most clever set of hints, my dear; guessing the mystery is half of my fun..." He stopped, considering her. He raised one hand, one long, gloved finger raised. "I know already you're not of this world, and that you are more then probably immortal, to a certain degree." he raised a second finger, and with that held up his free hand, again with one finger raised. "However, what i don't know is why you choose to be in China." A second finger, like the first rose, "...or why you seem so shrouded in the elements to a point where I can't dechiper you as well as you can me; a spirit of some kind then, maybe?" he mused more then asked, and third finger rose. "Most importantly, I wonder why you choose to hold out this game when you could so easily do away with me...curiosity maybe, which means we share a common interest in the other." Silas chuckled, and his hands took a comfortable place in his pockets. "Now, please, enlighten me. I wish to learn as much as I can before the night is done and we go our seperate ways...if indead I can stay away from such a wellspring of pure charisma like yourself."
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 26, 2007 21:04:10 GMT -5
"Very well then," Lyrah accepted with a flash of her pearly teeth. This would be a most interesting riddle game, even if there were no stakes involved. "If guessing the mystery is half the fun, what is the other half?" she inquired. She enjoyed pointing out the strange ways that people phrased things. If one listened closely enough, one could hear all numbers of things. "But as for your inquiries," she continued, "the first one was correct; I am not exactly of this world. I did not choose to land in China, persay, but this was where I ended up." Moving a bit closer to Silas and to the left, she now stood near the sea. This way he would have to turn in order to look at her. "I do not 'do away' with people," she purred silkily, "and this is your first clue: Two-footed, four-footed, three-footed, Upon the earth, it has a single voice, Alone among those on land, air, and sea, It changes form. Upon three limbs, the speed of its limbs Is weakest of all
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Oct 27, 2007 13:48:54 GMT -5
Silas smirked, finding her riddle most delightful. He settled back, assuming a feigned pose of deep concentration. "Sounds like a modified version of the riddle of the sphinx, if i have my mythology correct. Which means the answer could be man, again if i know my mythology." He smiled at her, nodding to imself as he thought out the answer. "Yes, I think it would be man. Considering its also a clue means you also know your mythology. That, and given your immortal nature, you were probably around at the time. Whch means you come from ancient greece, and are possibily related to the trials the legendary heros of that time faced. Am I anywhere in the right with that guess?"
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Post by Lyrah on Oct 28, 2007 13:00:05 GMT -5
So, this one was smarter than he appeared. Interesting, it was, to find a man who knew more than women, fighting, and drinking. Lyrah had met her fair share of those throughout the ages. Somehow they still managed to reproduce, though she didn't see why any woman would mate with those idiots. "Greece is not my original home," she corrected with a slow smile, "but I was present at the time of the sphinx. She was a master riddle teller, and a marvelous hunter as well." It was a pity that Oidepus had to come and rout her out from the town; she had done such a wonderful job there. Lyrah had not seen it, but she had heard about it through all the others who surrounded her. The sphinx would have had fun nowadays - to defeat her you had to answer the riddle, and few were intelligentent enough to do that. The sphinx was not a monster or a trial so much as she was population control. She preyed on the stupid, the boorish. The world was better off without them. "I do not consider myself a trial," she continued, "but I have met my fair share of "heros" in my days." Lyrah did not consider many of the heros the way most did. It was all a matter of perspective; half the time the supposed heros did not complete their tasks and trials by themselves. Like that aweful, conniving Jason. How she despised him.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 2, 2007 23:09:00 GMT -5
Silas smiled at her, nodding his approval to her answer. He liked this woman; yes he really liked her. NOt only because she was a mystical creature and an immortal (although those were very big intrests) but for her astounding wit and intellegence. Her impressive age was probably testament to that, but most older beings he met were slow and careful; and thusly very boring. Lyrah was beautiful, astoundingly so, but there was so very mch more to her then that, he could see now. If he knew the proper word for it, he would have used any other word other then exstatic to describe the situtaion. "Delightful..." He whispered, knowing that she could very easily hear him. "So I assume then, that you at the very least come from the ancient civilizations of that time? If not Greece then surely Egypt...although if I could be so bold I might have to ask you for another of your clues my dear." He noticed the sea behind her dance threateningly close to her ankles, and he bowed once more to her, offering an arm. He would hardly forgive himself if he allowed for her to become wet and cold on a night like this, esspecially in his company. Although, she was probably much more beautiful surrounded by natures embrace then she was out of it. "If, again I may be so bold in asking, you would like some company for the rest of the evening, I would very much like to be that company."
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 2, 2007 23:27:22 GMT -5
Lyrah could have purred with satisfaction at his words. Yes, without a single note she had completely hooked this most intruiguing man. He was intelligent, she would give him that, but obviously easy prey for women. "At the least," she replied with a radiant smile, the night stars seeming to brighten to contest the whitness of her flawless pearly teeth. Egypt? If not for the fact that she would have ruined the game, Lyrah would have laughed out loud and corrected the sad mistake. The Egyptians knew nothing about her kind; she scorned thier mythology of her race. Egypt was a land ruled by males, and the women were cast into the background. Which reminded her to go and stir a few things up there soon. She had not visited Africa in about a century. Gently, she rested a hand on his arm, allowing him the incredible priveledge of walking with her. Her scent, almost as inebriating as her looks, was more than likely beginning to reach him. Lyrah smelled of pure nature, sweet as the flower of the field without being overpowering, rich like the pine forests, and more than anything the soothing smell of the purest of ocean waters. Her blue eyes scanned him unashamedly; he was fit, in good condition, though covered by a coat. She suspected that underneath that he had a nice body; Lyrah had become an excellent judge of males in her time. Tucking the spun gold flower behind her ear, holding her golden hair back and revealing the perfect curve of her ear, she walked a few steps in silence. Then she twirled the next clue inbetween two slender fingers, handing it to him. It was a pure white feather, but aside from the singular beauty of its unmarred color, it was not remarkable in any way. "I accept your offer for company; it was a long journey over and I find you singularly diverting," she replied smoothly.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 7, 2007 9:12:42 GMT -5
Silas dipped his hat at her, taking her compliment in stride. He found the feather she offered facinating in and of itself; ether she had had it on her this whole time, of it come from else where. He looked it over as they walked, his eyes shiftting back to the astoundingly beautiful woman at his side. He still found it odd that she was here at all and that someone of her caliber, an immortal no less, was taking the time to learn about him. However amusing and interesting the situation was, he still couldn't supress a tingle of amazment. he looked back at the feather, thinking about her neest "clue". "A nightingale feather, unless those few weekends spent bird watching were watsed, and since you've lived as long as you have I assume its yours. Which means i'm currently enjoying the company of an immmortal and a shapeshifter, and a astounding one at that. You really are a delicious puzzle, my dear Lyrah. Although with this hint I think I can easily but your origins to before man; the old gods were found of such animal guises...however, although you very well outstrip Aprodite in charm and looks, I still say you're more creature then god..."
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 7, 2007 11:34:54 GMT -5
His eyes were on her, and she felt unashamed. Lyrah was used to the gazes of men; some subtle, some not. She had come to enjoy it, sometimes to even encourage it. The experience was even more richened when a jealous wife or lover was nearby. How she delighted in casting them a cool glance that only a woman could interpret. She was superior to them, in looks and intellect, and the only reason they had their man was because Lyrah had not taken them first. Over the years she perfected the technique, and now she was the unknown bane of women everywhere. Lyrah had already noted that the assassin wore no ring, no momento of a beloved. In a way this dissappointed her, but it did make it all the more easier to entrance. Once he figured out what she was, Lyrah doubted she would even have to use the song to capture him. This Silas seemed to have a deadly fascination with the unnatural. "I would not speak lightly of that which you do not know," she warned, "Aphrodite is a jealous goddess; unsurpassed in beauty by any, even I. Had you seen her, you would not have made that comment." Only the fact that he was not in Greek times saved him from a painful, yet most likely creatively ironic, death. "Creature?" she purred with a side glance at him, "Such a word is rather vague and ambiguous, Silas. And a god I am not. For one thing, I am not male." He was rather fortunate he had not addressed an actual goddess like that; they were rather touchy about being referred to as 'gods', a specifically masculine term.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 7, 2007 20:21:19 GMT -5
Silas bowed his head, his smile fading only slightly. "Forgive me; I must confess that for once my lack of knowladge has caused me a rather serious mistake. Although, blasphemey in this case might be appropriate; I've never met Aphrodite and never plan to when I can just as easily talk with you instead." He hoped he had apolgised suffecently; it wouldn't do for him to insult her, in any aspect. She was beautiful, yes, but dangerous in her won right, and he was starting to see how. Her looks, while sublime in thier perfection were almost too entrancing, and her grace, while far outstripping any humans, was honed by a purpose. She was practically begging to be fawned upon by men; or rather, to seduce them. He had to admit, she was remarkably good at it. "I believe I have you placed my dear." he said finally, after a pause, reflecting as thier stroll took them further down the moonlit beach. "A immortal, if not godess like then similar, and no creature that deserves such a crude term. Undoubtably a shapeshifter, and entrancing to every male she happens to pass. If I would be so bold as to say it, i'd almost think it your duty to seduce men; or at least a hobby of yours. from the way you so seritipulously scanned my hand a moment ago, I'd have to say married or coupled men are your favorites. Your offhand comment on the heros in mythology and your greater understand of those, lead me to believe you have some very interesting tales of yourself written somewhere. In plain sight maybe, and then there is your astounding beauty to consider...i would guess as to nymph, but somehow I think that would insult you. A siren then, can be one of my better conclusions, although i never knew them to change into birds." He paused thinking still, and waiting for her reaction to his improptu assessment.
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 7, 2007 22:50:16 GMT -5
Lyrah allowed him a gracious smile. The insult was not against her; in fact, she was flattered. But Aphrodite stood alone - no equals or betters. Continuing to walk with the dark-clad Silas, Lyrah listened to his assessment. About halfway through she knew he had probably unraveled her clues. Yes, seduction was rather a hobby; more of a recreation, if you wish. It relaxed her. As he stopped saying his thoughts aloud, she began to speak as well. "Very good, Silas, very good indeed. A nymph once, yes. But due to the greed of men, my six sisters and I were changed. Cursed or blessed to the bane of all men as a punishment for their greed of women. Yes, I am a siren." Here she laughed, a pleasant laugh to listen to, but one with superb hearing could decipher the slightly cruel undertone beneath the merry sound. Stopping, she faced him, her brilliant blue eyes flashing with terrible beauty, her stance that of a warrior, powerful and steady. Reaching out, she cupped his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "The question," she finished, low and dangerous, "is what will you do now?" He was an assassin; if challenged he would fight. Though not against her. Never against her, especially since he was already entranced by her beauty. What should she do with him? It seemed almost a pity to kill him.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 8, 2007 19:01:12 GMT -5
Silas's smile widened at her sudden defensive stance, chuckling slightly at it all. He had guessed right, so naturally he was a little porud of himself, but it didn;t change things by much. Lyrah was a siren, and he had no experience with sirens, or any kind of immortals for that matter. It was a prospect he was rather intriuged by. Of course, if he intended to fight at all. He knew, and likely she did too, that her powers of seduction had been at work since he had first seen her, and it was a very real possibility that she could simply force him to do what she wished. That idea too, had its merits, but again, he wasn;t her favorite kind of prey; that right was reserved for coupled men. he suspected she rather enjoyed showing up women at thier own game. Silas stood back, looking her stance over, casually. She had spent her considerable years well, and he could tell from a glance she was no novice in his favorite form of artistic expression; namly combat. Still, he didn't make a move to attack her; he saw no reaosn to and he didn't make it a habit to strike at whim; that wasn;t his way. An assassin he may be, but there were ways to win fights. He laughed, and walked around her, making no threatening movements, and implying none. "Excellent form, my dear. Balance, poise, and probably astounding strength for a form so well made. I have to applude you once again. But you seem to mistake me for a man willing to play your games. As lovely and interesting a time as that might be, I have no intention of do anything about your origins or desires." When he had completed a small circuit around her, his eyes proding all he could for both his amusement and intellegence, he gave her another bow. "Were I willing to fight I probably would have by now. I'm paid to do so, after all, but why risk such an oppertunity?"
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 8, 2007 21:55:49 GMT -5
Maybe unmarried men were not her favorite form of prey, but Lyrah was not above seducing the unmarried if they were interesting or good looking enough. This Silas was not an exceptional example of men. He was lithe to the point of appearing undernourished, and his face was a bit too angular to be good looking. However, his emerald eyes were brilliantly accented by his black hair. And his intellect made up for any descrepencies in his looks. He circled around her much like she had done to him earlier. Lyrah knew his eyes were on her, taking her in, and she liked it. "Well, Sir Silas," she purred, "it is not up to you whether you play the game or not. The decision lies completely with me, no matter how much you delusion yourself otherwise. You seem to be under a grave misconception that you are not the type I would prey upon, though it is completely the opposite. Merely by being male you are subject to me, and nothing changes that fact. So, Silas, what is it that you wish to gain from this opportunity?" Lyrah's eyes drilled into his like twin blue diamonds, hard and perfect in glimmering beauty. She had decided to at least give him a chance; if he fought, she would win. If he went along without her having to completely control him, she would not protest. And if he ran.....things might not go so well for him. Lyrah's shrewd and cunning mind began to darkly plan the prospects of the intrepid Silas.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 8, 2007 22:31:59 GMT -5
Silas bowed, submissive. It was odd knowing that for once he had found someone so utterly above him; at least from the initial standpoint. After years of being a master enchantress, Lyrah very probably had every right to assume he as much belonged to her as the rose she now wore. He found it all hilariously funny; women were his speacilty. He placed both his hands on his cane, standing confidently and unassuming before his perfect predator, smiling yet again. he always tried to smile for the ladies. "Fair enough, my beautiful lyrah; I admit defeat for now. The choice of what happens tonight rests largly on whatever you can dream of doing with the likes of myself."
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 10, 2007 0:06:55 GMT -5
Lyrah smirked beautifically as he spoke. He was much easier than she had initially expected. Silas was practically asking for her to seduce him. The look in her eyes was much like the hypnotizing gaze of a snake; deadly and sleek. Somehow she looked even more terrifyingly gorgeous in this state of triumph and spirit. "Whatever I can dream of? That opens up many possibilities," she laughed, "I could kill you - now that you know what I am a lot of the fun and mystery has gone from the night. I could also make you do whatever I wanted; swim into the open ocean, jump off a cliff, or any manner of interesting things. Or I could derive any sort of information I wanted from you; contrary to what most may believe, I am mainly a traveler and I like to keep up on the world. Sex is merely a recreational sport for me, to wind down and relax. Which brings me to what I am most famous for. It would be no matter at all to seduce you; you're already mostly there. So, Silas," she finished, alluringly moving closer to him until her lips were inches from his and her eyes gazed deeply into the emerald depths of his vision, "do you wish to hear the siren song?"
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