Signum Malum

[Undersiej]

"I don't fuck with you, leave me alone."

"I'm sorry but you're coming with me. Gambling here is illegal."

Siej started coughing, his right side hurting one more time today. Last night it had been worse--but it seemed he came out in the mindscape okay enough. That or he'd merged or something, as he found his way to his clothes on this plane. Now that he'd gambled his way to wearing some magic stuff, however, it seemed the guard from before decided it was time to be courageous.

"You're coming with--"

Siej inhaled deeply and so did she, all of a sudden.

"What was that?"

The black man inhaled deeply again, and so did she.

"Got somethin' to say?"

He inhaled deeply again, and so did she. She never quite got a word in to say. In fact, she was through with them entirely now that she felt she cold ony attack or fall over dead.

Siej backflipped over the guard's staff as she horizontally swung it nearest the ground, rolling backwards and changing direction mid-roll. He was immediately off on a stolen breath (and it felt wonderful, truth be told) running from the gate leading from Camelot, still out of breath. It was strange to him that he could still run after that. And that was that. He had been warned. He felt the seal coming from the Psions as far away as another damn dimension. It wrapped itself into his spine and warmed him in a strange way. It wasn't a curse, but it was like one. It was a damn seal. He was told beforehand that if he used his powers for a week they'd snap his eye shut, but they didn't do that to him. It was possibly worse, as they didn't seem quite at full strength either and they were messing with him all coordinated to make up for it.

Best time of day for it, truth be told. For everyone but Siej. The houndman was blocked in his magic and chakras, making his maneuvers useless and leaving him unable to call either his Wyrm or his Daemon to the field. Wherever Fugo was the blue bastard had some explaining to do after that hellhound incident last week.

Everybody likes to get off but damn....

"Shut up and stop running!" It was a second soldier, a man who had suddenly appeared who spoke this, gaining on Undersiej with every step.

"I won the sword and everything else fairly! I swear."

It was true. Everything was "fair", if you could consider having a luck power and gambling with those "gullible, unfortunate fucks" by the fountain to be anything like fair. Needless to say they had felt the need to call upon those sucky Camelot squires since he'd won a sword, a gun, a map, a backpack full of goodies of the illicit kind and a crystal amulet... Perhaps the amulet could be sold as a Soul Gem? he thought, not knowing that it was in fact a Soul Gem; he simply had never seen one.

As fortunate as that was, he was running at a not-quite-so-staggeringly drunken pace across the waters of the fountain, followed by the other Camelot soldier and now he was running right at yet another, a scout. Thankfully, the man was just as short as Siej, and he jumped, his vibrams stepping onto his head. It was then that he saw them. Two figures, easy. He could usually see ahead (and in the past he'd Seen into the cosmos) headed toward two women. Neither of them looked like they could do anything about it. That is, until he saw those rifles.

"Shoot her!! Shoot her!!" She was armored and stuff... she'd live in severe pain if she was shot or something altruistic sounding like that.

He was running straight at them, hoping Mami would take aim immediately and shoot. He was running straight at them at first, then he turned slightly, running towards the gate in this little Nexus that led towards The Tangled Green.