Rufus the Mad
Shut up and Dance...
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Blinking across the green sward, leaving a solid afterimage in his wake, the Werecat hovers just above the ground, invisible. He watched as the determined mage picked up the tongs once more and removed what he thought was the cursed sword, and placed it in the box he seemed so sure would protect him. This is one determined bastard, isn't he? he thought to the spirit of Anise where she rested comfortably in the blade at his hip But I will not leave you, I will not allow us to be parted.
He listened to Bills rant, and was glad to see that the Human was unharmed, though even he would be hard pressed to say what had happened, and listened to the Elf as he responded. He listened, and understood a bit. He was still a bit angry at the determination he showed to seperate the two of them, but realized that even one as powerful as the mage could not know what had happened. He had been wrong about one thing, however. He had said earlier that Jack would never find the Vampired body, but he was floating over the grave even at this moment. Still they had fought well, and deserved their answers...
He left the blade shielded from their sight and teleported himself back to his previous position, only having been absent for the spell and the sword theft, in all reality, and sat across from the planeswalker. He determined that he would allow the Elf to cast whatever spells he wished, provided they didn't seperate the two of them, and began to speak, only shrouding the current location of the blade from their findings. "Your right mage, you boys do deserve an explination, so I'll tell you all I can of what happened. Pure and simple, I was tricked by that bastard demon, and lost control of my own body for awhile. Anise was able to free my spirit, and together we were able to steal control of the sword away from the demon, ending its ability to absorb and control energies. Whats left of it is locked away down in the lab. Look at the metal duck if you don't believe me. As for why I didn't want to be seperated from the blade, well, take a guess where Anise still is."
He looked across the clearing at the spellcaster, and beyond him, to the shaken and bloody Hunter. "Alright," he said calmly, his manner relaxed and his gaze steady as he turned from one to the other "You got your answers, now it's my turn. I want to know why you attacked me at all Master Elf? When I was controlled by the demon, my body was bloated to twelve feet tall and all it could manage to utter were grunts and slurred wording. If I remember correctly it was also hell bent on absorbing every iota of energy it could get to, including your magic. So how is it that when I show up as myself, speaking coherently, attacking no one, absorbing nary a thing, and asking after the wellbeing of a teammate, that you choose that time to call down all the fury you can muster? And Bill, would you care to explain why it is that you have blood all down the front of yourself, and just why it is that you didn't pass along the message I projected into your mind?"
He listened to Bills rant, and was glad to see that the Human was unharmed, though even he would be hard pressed to say what had happened, and listened to the Elf as he responded. He listened, and understood a bit. He was still a bit angry at the determination he showed to seperate the two of them, but realized that even one as powerful as the mage could not know what had happened. He had been wrong about one thing, however. He had said earlier that Jack would never find the Vampired body, but he was floating over the grave even at this moment. Still they had fought well, and deserved their answers...
He left the blade shielded from their sight and teleported himself back to his previous position, only having been absent for the spell and the sword theft, in all reality, and sat across from the planeswalker. He determined that he would allow the Elf to cast whatever spells he wished, provided they didn't seperate the two of them, and began to speak, only shrouding the current location of the blade from their findings. "Your right mage, you boys do deserve an explination, so I'll tell you all I can of what happened. Pure and simple, I was tricked by that bastard demon, and lost control of my own body for awhile. Anise was able to free my spirit, and together we were able to steal control of the sword away from the demon, ending its ability to absorb and control energies. Whats left of it is locked away down in the lab. Look at the metal duck if you don't believe me. As for why I didn't want to be seperated from the blade, well, take a guess where Anise still is."
He looked across the clearing at the spellcaster, and beyond him, to the shaken and bloody Hunter. "Alright," he said calmly, his manner relaxed and his gaze steady as he turned from one to the other "You got your answers, now it's my turn. I want to know why you attacked me at all Master Elf? When I was controlled by the demon, my body was bloated to twelve feet tall and all it could manage to utter were grunts and slurred wording. If I remember correctly it was also hell bent on absorbing every iota of energy it could get to, including your magic. So how is it that when I show up as myself, speaking coherently, attacking no one, absorbing nary a thing, and asking after the wellbeing of a teammate, that you choose that time to call down all the fury you can muster? And Bill, would you care to explain why it is that you have blood all down the front of yourself, and just why it is that you didn't pass along the message I projected into your mind?"