Velen Bares His Teeth ~ by SaralynArati

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8 years ago

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"Think it over, sir," Velen continues reasonably, "carefully. Weigh the consequences of having to face the... public... embarrassment of explaining just why you desire to punish me, publicly." By now, the young cleric, figures, the Syndicate Boss is ruing the fact that any assassin he might choose to send after Velen, would undoubtedly have to confront the highly competent Catleya. "If, in light of all this, you continue to press for a duel, sir, then... I will agree to meet you, formally."

8 years ago

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Velen di Camparo, however, seems supremely unruffled. "I beg your pardon, sir, but meet you for what? You are exactly as you were when I found you, are you not?" "For this, to exact payment of you, whelp," growls du Lac, "I would undergo truth testing." "I see. You must have a great deal of faith in the... inaccessibility of your mind and memories, sir," Velen says quietly. "Mine are honed to razor sharpness. You'd do better to hire an assassin to kill me." The older man looks feverish.

8 years ago

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There is a definite stench of boiling blood, and the fabric of the nobleman/criminal's cuff begins to scorch. His eyes go wide in pain and fear, before, as instantly as the process started, it melts away... all illusion, but one that has invaded every sense at once. Milord du Lac now bubbles slightly at the corners of his mouth as he hisses, "You will meet me for this, Velen di Camparo. Your religious orders will not save you from the duel in which I will teach you to regret such disrespect!"

8 years ago

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"Ah, Velen. I've heard... almost nothing about you," du Lac says archly, waggling one finger at Catleya while resuming patting her forearm, paternally. "No, sir. It's entirely forgivable," the cleric replies, carefully not stating what is forgivable. His golden yellow eyes stare, rather pointedly, at the older man's intrusive fingers. The Syndicate Boss opens his mouth to say something, but what it was will never be known. For where Velen's gaze falls, the skin of du Lac's hand BUBBLES!

8 years ago

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Without hesitation, Catleya interlaces her uncovered fingers with Velen's. She glances down at the Chandratte Boss's hand on her arm as though just now noticing its presence, and furrows her brow slightly. "Syndicate. My superior's superior," she thinks urgently at Velen, the touch telepath. Aloud, Catleya says, "Allow me to introduce a distant cousin on the de Seleni side, milord du Lac. Sir, this is Velen, my..." and the young gardener/assassin searches for a word to aptly describe him.

8 years ago