10-17-2013, 08:07 AM
Blinding purple light dazzled the blood mage, and also clued her in as to where her companions were. She was still somewhat bitter about being left to fend for herself, but she would seek her revenge in due time. For now, she had appearances to maintain: predominantly, the appearances of being an innocent and naive young blood mage. How ridiculous that ruse seemed now.
She stalked through the darkness, the voice having fallen silent almost like a sullen child. The demon didn’t seem to appreciate Nyx remembering who she was as much as it thought it would, now that she was back to her ‘normal’ self. The blood mage couldn’t help but wonder whether it was expecting her to be subservient. Clearly, it had misjudged her. In a strange twist of fate, the only individual who hadn’t was Van Helsing, though she’d be damned if she ever let him realize that.
“Nyx? Whirda?”
A familiar voice echoed through the caverns. Judging by how tactless shouting in such a dangerous environment was, there was only one logical conclusion as to who the voice belonged to: Dobson. A plaintive, familiar growl soon followed, which Nyx could only attribute to being that of her nightsaber, Thanatos.
“Keep your voice down!” Nyx hissed, turning to face the direction the voice had come from.
Though the light was dim, the blood mage was able to pick out the features of the rather distinctive young guard – and more importantly, her beloved companion, his eyes glowing a deep red. Thanatos hastily bounded towards her, all resentment towards their parting forgotten, as his hulking form rubbed against her legs like a common house cat. His rumbling purr reverberated throughout the cavern, letting everyone know how much he’d missed her.
“How did you know it was me?” Dobson asked, finally catching up to the nightsaber. The young guard looked much better than he had back at the ruins. Judging by his healthy glow and bright eyes, the blood mage suspected he had had a good night’s sleep. Undoubtedly Thanatos had guarded him with his life.
“You’re quite...” Nyx struggled to find the right word.
“Dashing?” Dobson prompted hopefully, placing his fists on his hips in what he hoped was a heroic pose. Given his somewhat scrawny figure, it didn’t really have the desired effect.
“... Distinctive,” she corrected, her lips curling into a kindly smile to take the edge off of her remark.
Dobson looked past the blood mage, staring eagerly into the darkness. “Where’s Whirda, and the Professor guy?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Nyx admitted, following his gaze. “We got split up. I’ve been trying to find them myself.”
“Let’s look for them together.”
Nyx froze. This was the last thing she wanted. Being lumbered with a mild-mannered guard from Darkshire? She had enough to worry about without having to babysit someone who could barely wield a sword. However, Whirda would be expecting the Nyx she first met in the Nexus... and that Nyx would definitely allow Dobson to accompany her. She would have to grit her teeth and bear it.
“Okay. But stay close, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
She stalked through the darkness, the voice having fallen silent almost like a sullen child. The demon didn’t seem to appreciate Nyx remembering who she was as much as it thought it would, now that she was back to her ‘normal’ self. The blood mage couldn’t help but wonder whether it was expecting her to be subservient. Clearly, it had misjudged her. In a strange twist of fate, the only individual who hadn’t was Van Helsing, though she’d be damned if she ever let him realize that.
“Nyx? Whirda?”
A familiar voice echoed through the caverns. Judging by how tactless shouting in such a dangerous environment was, there was only one logical conclusion as to who the voice belonged to: Dobson. A plaintive, familiar growl soon followed, which Nyx could only attribute to being that of her nightsaber, Thanatos.
“Keep your voice down!” Nyx hissed, turning to face the direction the voice had come from.
Though the light was dim, the blood mage was able to pick out the features of the rather distinctive young guard – and more importantly, her beloved companion, his eyes glowing a deep red. Thanatos hastily bounded towards her, all resentment towards their parting forgotten, as his hulking form rubbed against her legs like a common house cat. His rumbling purr reverberated throughout the cavern, letting everyone know how much he’d missed her.
“How did you know it was me?” Dobson asked, finally catching up to the nightsaber. The young guard looked much better than he had back at the ruins. Judging by his healthy glow and bright eyes, the blood mage suspected he had had a good night’s sleep. Undoubtedly Thanatos had guarded him with his life.
“You’re quite...” Nyx struggled to find the right word.
“Dashing?” Dobson prompted hopefully, placing his fists on his hips in what he hoped was a heroic pose. Given his somewhat scrawny figure, it didn’t really have the desired effect.
“... Distinctive,” she corrected, her lips curling into a kindly smile to take the edge off of her remark.
Dobson looked past the blood mage, staring eagerly into the darkness. “Where’s Whirda, and the Professor guy?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Nyx admitted, following his gaze. “We got split up. I’ve been trying to find them myself.”
“Let’s look for them together.”
Nyx froze. This was the last thing she wanted. Being lumbered with a mild-mannered guard from Darkshire? She had enough to worry about without having to babysit someone who could barely wield a sword. However, Whirda would be expecting the Nyx she first met in the Nexus... and that Nyx would definitely allow Dobson to accompany her. She would have to grit her teeth and bear it.
“Okay. But stay close, I don’t want you getting hurt.”