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Subject Post 1Subject: A friendly visit[Niflheim] Sun Aug 28, 2016 9:40 pm
"I'm going to have to ask you to say that again Narisa," Styn demands incredulously.
The dark haired demoness' eyes slide to the right as she avoids Styn's gaze. She seems to shrink in on herself. "W...well yeah I know it sounds daunting but none of the big names have been seen in ages," she smiles weakly still not wiling to look at his face.
"So to recap. You expect me to attack a fortified position in the artic of what may or may not be the remnants of the fucking Vandenreich!? What's more this is an unsanctioned foray with no official backing or support from Shadow Fall," Styn exclaims with a put upon huff. "I'm then to pick a fight with the supposed leader of this force for the pure purpose of judging their current battle power. Not to make way for an eventual invasion, not on any good authority that the Vandenreich are interfering with any of Shadow Fall's current objectives or territories. I am to take on this dangerous and mostly futile endeavor so that some lazy bastard in the eighth circle can write up a pretty report for," Styn's jaw firms as he grits his teeth. "And forgive me here Narisa, but for fucking Liberty Bell!? Are you shitting me, the eighth is a joke right now, why should I help them?"
A bit of heat enters Narisa's eyes at this point as well as she finally matches Styn's stare. "I don't remember you having such a foul mouth. If you don't want grunt work go become an Archduke you worthless underachiever. You're the only one from the first that can be spared."
Styn holds up a fist in front of his face and stares at it with curious eyes. "Do you want to get hit? You must want to get hit I think."
Narisa crosses her arms under her more then ample breasts and arches an eye brow. Styn puts up a solid front for all of thirty seconds before sighing and lowering his hand as his bluff is called. The demoness nods in satisfaction. "Look Styn tell me that you're not going to do this, its not like anyone can make you do anything anyway, but we all don't have that freedom. If you don't go someone else is going to have to," she states with sudden serenity.
"Someone like you?" Styn asks with a frown. "I was curious as to why you went out of your way to wake me up. I suppose it was too much to hope that you just wanted to say hi." The silence stretches on as the two demons just look at each other. "Fine fine, when do I need to get this done?"
"Now," Narisa says.
"Sure of course why not now?" Styn grumbles. "Can you at least open the Kage Chokyo-shi? I've never been to Antarctica before."
"No support means no support," Narisa says with a shake of her head.
Styn sighs and closes his eyes reaching into the well of power that is his connection to the infinite energy of demon kind, the figurative blood of his entire race. The force of corruption is red hot and already surging through every fiber of his being in an unconsciously directed never ending rush of might. This undirected link doesn't allow for even a scrap of aura to leak into the surrounding air. For most intents and purposes the demon knight is a walking void zone to spiritual senses. Only the most masterful of sensitives, or someone else at the highest echelon can even detect Styn when all of his power is focused on defense like it is right now. The dark bags under his eyes aren't just for show. Being in a constant state of drawing on the full scope of your power can be exhausting even if you're not spending it on something.
A single eye opens on his forehead as his awareness of the entire multiverse comes to the fore of his consciousness. It becomes a simple matter to turn this attention to the frozen north on a single small, yet important planet. Styn sends a few floating threads of Za Koa towards his right, and with a mental twist the fabric of reality bends and distorts into a flat red portal about ten feet in diameter. There is a soft sigh of displaced air as the super sharp edges slice open a hole in the formerly open space. "Wish me luck?" Styn asks with a grin but steps through before Narisa can respond.
The transition is smooth and due to the cloaking nature of Styn's generalized lack of spiritual signal the young quincy staring off into the distance doesn't even turn before the demon knight clears his throat politely. With a quick twist the quincy pivots and brings his arm up, a pale blue formation of energy materializing in an instant. Leaping backward the boy launches a barrage of arrows that Styn doesn't bother to dodge. A plume of snow kicks up all around the demon knight as the formerly still air is rocked with explosive discharges of force. Most importantly, the boy's display should serve to light up the area like fireworks, announcing that all is not right in the current location.
Styn takes the brief lull to close his third eye as well as the Kage Chokyo-shi behind him. The snow doesn't particularly hamper his vision at all, one of the perks of being a thousand eyes type demon was the ability to see through most solid objects. Before the snow has even settled the demon knight has already picked out six similar reiatsu signatures spread out over five or so miles of coverage, most likely scouts like the boy in front of him. Styn is still on the absolute boarders of the camp, without a building or even tent in sight. The intel was very murky on what purpose this area serves, it could be either a temporary station or even the so called main base of the new Vandenreich. The most important thing was that this was reported to be the current location of one Niflheim P, The Perfect Shot in all her glory.
Not a single spec of snow settles on Styn as his Akuma Kyodo causes it to flow away to pile at his feet. The quincy seems shocked to discover that his target is completely unharmed, although the generally slept in look of Styn's dark green business suit does look a bit scuffed. However, the boy could hardly know it always looks like that. Styn smiles his most charming grin and raises his hands in the universal gesture of disarmament. What the quincy is to make of this is anyone's guess as Styn has still not been pushed to the point where its possible to detect the amount of Zoa Koa he's capable of wielding. In fact unless he noticed the portal closing there is nothing to even say what race Styn belongs to. "I hope you'll forgive me for the cliché but, can Miss Neflheim come out to play?"
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: A friendly visit[Niflheim] Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:03 am
Almost before the words left his mouth Styn found himself in a flash blizzard. Conditions went from calm to chaotic in moments. More importantly this was clearly more then mere snow. An unknown reiatsu permeated the air and scattered the signatures that the demon knight had just detected mere moments before. Judging by the fact that he wasn't currently getting served another volley of arrows, this must have also been some kind of signal to stop the current attack. A sound tactic against an unknown foe. If this is Nifleheim's work then she is clearly taking her new found responsibilities seriously. Styn's current ocular abilities were not up to piercing this snow blinding as it was more then just a physical obscurement. However, if he were to shift into his true form it would be another matter. The greatest advantage to his mature true form was a clarity of sight almost unrivaled in the multiverse, as a hundred eyes demon. Still there were reasons to remain patient. He had been sent to test. Is she cautious or bold? Is she quick to strike or quick to talk?
Moments later a especially forceful gust of wind revealed a new addition, the figure seemed to materialize out of nothing. Had she appeared behind him Styn wasn't sure he would have noticed right away. Now that he had something to see as well as sense though he was puzzled to have difficulty getting a clear read on her power signature. It was almost as if she had become the snow storm itself. Still the demon knight hadn't stayed solidly at his current low level of influence because he was especially smart. It wasn't his way to over think things that didn't matter so he quickly shrugged it off. Approaching from the front with no opening salvo. Clear thinking and unafraid, or at least making a show of bravery. Also curious more then aggressive I believe.
In the moments of silence before she opened her mouth to speak, Styn carefully examined the woman with a wry half smile. She looks like a doll. Stone faced and cold, or maybe like an ice sculpture would be more accurate. He had never been the sort of demon to enjoy breaking people and had no particular desire to see that calm face displaying anything but its current expression. That being said he idly wondered how calm she would remain over the course of his visit. Some people displayed a lack of emotion due to control and others would be cold faced because their hearts were cold as well. A more ambitious demon would have tried to kill that first guard to test her passion. Styn wasn't one to waste a life for so little gain. More importantly words were required at last.
"Strangers Miss Niflheim? Well, as I clearly have you at a disadvantage, why don't we correct this oversight," Styn said with a cheerful smile. "Styn of Shadow Fall at your service, Knight of the First Circle," he continued with a courtly bow. There was no sense of hostility or outright mockery to his stance or words. It wasn't a feeling of untruth and yet given his rumpled appearance and tired eyes, he just didn't seem like someone who cared overly much about formality. "You need not cast your mind too far in search of the name, I doubt its one you've heard before. Nonetheless it is my own. I wish I could also dazzle you with the many titles I've accumulated in dark evil service to Shadow Fall, but sadly I have none." Styn paused here and his voice dropped to almost a stage whisper, "I have heard that some have taken to calling me the The Strongest Knight, but I think I'm being made fun of."
He was quick to keep control of the conversation, allowing very little time to pass between his leaning forward conspiratorially at the last remark, to snapping back into a fully upright position. "I'm sure you're far more interested in learning my reason for this friendly visit though Miss Niflheim. I have in fact been tasked with the unofficial and unsanctioned appraisal of the current battle capability of the Vandenreich. So if you need to summon a trusty minion or seven I can wait?" Styn queried with a slight cocking of his head. "No? Well it's all very hush hush, so it would mean a lot to me if you didn't let out to all your friends that Shadow Fall came knocking." The demon knight still had his cheerful tone and smile firmly in place, he was honestly amused by the current situation. It could easily be mistaken once more for a mocking attitude or a lack of respect for Niflheim if she were so inclined to muse such thoughts. The truth of the matter was simply that Styn felt that the whole endeavor was silly.
Before the silence had extended long enough to cede conversational momentum to The Elect Of The Vandenreich though Styn had one last proposal. "I don't suppose you'd agree to a series of evaluations to judge your capabilities would you? Maybe a foot race for speed, some arm wrestling for strength. We could trade some one inch punches for durability, you could do some weapon katas maybe to round things out? Of course we'd have to get a bit more serious from there but you'd really be helping me out with the generalized estimates. Those can get tricky to judge in a fight." The demon knight paused for dramatic effect before finishing. "Or maybe you could just fade away here. My understanding is that you've been living mostly in the shadows till now. Was that such a bad life? These quincies have always had a resilient weed like quality, I'm sure it will all work out in the end. Why should this be your burden to bear?" Styn had an almost wistful expression on his face at the end, almost as if wishing such a life for himself. There was a clear hint of yearning in his tone and body language. A final playful plea before things started to heat up maybe. It might just be that things were about to get much less friendly. What a terrible shame that would be.