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[Fallen Star of a Shattered Sky is bored. Toying with that nation's military had been fun, but now they were smashed and he couldn't even destroy them. Negotiations were going on or something, and just what was he was supposed to do? Just wait?
....apparently.]
....apparently.]
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Date: 2012-05-05 06:35 am (UTC)From:[Yudain al-Tanis was not too surprised to meet strange creatures leading the army of the undead, or even to find the First and Forsaken Lion behind it. If anything, it spared a little of his pride- if this had been some single Exalt, or worse, mortal necromancer, Plan B had been to use these negotiations as an excuse to get close enough to kill them. Instead, he's wound up pledging not only his own service, but that of his people to a Deathlord for what seem like frighteningly little concession.]
[...Well, yes, he supposes he would like to meet with the general he was fighting against? He gets the impression this is an insult.]
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Date: 2012-05-05 06:43 am (UTC)From:So you're the one. [giggle.] I do hope you're not boring~
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Date: 2012-05-05 07:23 am (UTC)From:[The Lunar clasps his fist to his chest and bows in respect- and he is obviously a Lunar, not bothering to hide the shimmering tattoos visible where his skin peeks out around neck and collarbone- trying to cut through the awkwardness of the situation. His dress is fairly standard for a noble around here, jacket, cloak, and riding pants, maybe a little feminine with the colorful embroidery. Tall, dark-haired, and remarkably pretty.]
I... cannot think of a greeting to you that would not be inauspicious. [Yeah, he's off guard and over-formal. Has he seen this boy before? A glimps in the fight? Perhaps he's a local? (Please be something that simple.)] So I'll simply say that I hope to meet- to exceed your expectations in that regard.
My name is Yudain.
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Date: 2012-05-05 07:28 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 07:35 am (UTC)From:You want to fight me...? And what is your name?
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Date: 2012-05-05 07:41 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 07:50 am (UTC)From:It'll function. [He inhales sharply. A fight would allow him to engage on better terms, and learn the boy's strengths in that area. Presuming he's not entirely in over his head again.] If your master would give license, I will consent, though... it would be useless for either of us to die now. Would you be content with first blood?
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Date: 2012-05-05 08:02 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 08:10 am (UTC)From:[Yudain tosses his cloak to the side to hang off some convenient object and draws his own weaponry- a sword of mortal make, not terribly impressive, and a slightly nicer ceremonial-looking knife. His stance is aggressive.]
It's a failure of the world that we don't always get what we want.
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Date: 2012-05-05 08:17 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 08:25 am (UTC)From:We'll see-
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Date: 2012-05-05 08:45 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 09:07 am (UTC)From:-or something like that. You're not bad-
[Instinct takes over where skill has yet to be developed. As Star's sword tries to slip past his guard, his own arm slams the butt of his sword into the first blow, the steel denting slightly in its effort to turn aside soulsteel. Essence floods Yudain's body like adrenaline and he uses the opportunity to pounce sideways, the second blow missing him by a solid few inches, the third punching a nice neat hole in the sword but otherwise failing to harm him.]
[Star's sword has barely finished its last blow when his eyes flicker and, suddenly, Yudain's not where Star saw him and the knife-blade is headed in a powerful swing towards his side.]
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Date: 2012-05-05 05:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 08:39 pm (UTC)From:[Yudain's eyes narrow in concentration as he dances away from Star's sword-patterns, leaping over a solid arc to his knees, sword and knife finding no opening and very little opportunity to block without-]
[-and Star's sword comes within a hair's breadth of slicing his stomach open (slicing him in half was the intention), knocked aside at the last possible moment by Yudain's knife, which for a moment seems to flash silver as he realizes the stakes- not just first blood, but his pride. Not just his pride, but the safety of his family.]
[He tosses the perforated sword aside, wicked-sharp talons sprouting from both hands and reptilian wings from his back, his gouged jacket disappearing entirely.]
[One flap of wings and somehow, the Lunar has hit the ceiling already (how something as big as a man can fly, much less that quickly), dropping onto Star from above in a rolling ball of wing, fang, and talon.]
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Date: 2012-05-05 08:49 pm (UTC)From:Except at last, he tries to parry a talon swipe, but even with all his skill and Charms behind it, he can't cleanly get it away. It hits, but it doesn't hit his neck and the fragile vein: instead, it hits his eye.]
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Date: 2012-05-05 09:04 pm (UTC)From:[-blood, and more disturbing things indeed, staining his sword hand-]
[It takes him a moment to speak, wingss fluttering uneasily.] I believe that was our mark? I presume you can heal that quite nicely, given time.
[Tiny flames flicker on his tongue. He still isn't sure whether to feel pity for Star's pain or pride at having wounded his foe, but at least the victor gets to make that sort of decision...]
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Date: 2012-05-05 09:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 09:33 pm (UTC)From:Then I have exceeded your expectations, as I had hoped. Perhaps this will be a... mutually beneficial working relationship? [Yudain's voice falters at the end. At least the Deathknight isn't flying into a rage?]
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Date: 2012-05-05 09:48 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 10:05 pm (UTC)From:You're a very interesting young man yourself...