Topic: Heads will Roll

Race Bannen

Date: 2011-10-12 15:39 EST
The yells of blood dropping from the sky didn't particularly bother him as the Mogul made no bones about displaying a beheaded body for the world to see. His mind was still going over everything taking place...and understanding he'd been the catalyst. Oddly, that didn't bother him one bit.

"I am no ones puppet" Renna said in their conversation within the Teas'n Tomes. But he knew better. Between Raven and other parties, her strings most certainly were being pulled. All of them were puppets, every last one. Just to prove him wrong, she'd went on a killing spree and brought Kain out to play.

"Rank amateurs...." he growled under his breath. Looking back at how Wolvinator and Ranger had flown off to keep fighting Renna, increasing the likely hood of civilian casualties, showed their colors.

"Just throw him somewhere.", had been Ranger's parting comment before flying off through Renna's exit strategy. The whole event proved there wasn't a single bit of coordination between any of them. Avengers, Raven, Renna, they were all cut from the same disorganized cloth.



Need to figure out who's really calling the shots with all of this. It's too well orchestrated to be any known combatant. Takes more than just the death of a sister to throw someone off the deepend like this...a hell of a lot more than one death. Perhaps Vixen and Isuelt were right, we all need to cool our jets and observe more than we have. Hazels look to the body still held in a giant green hand that trailed behind him through the skies above Rhydin. "I do like you better without a mouth..."

Ahead he made out the Scathachian Temple and began his descent. He'd have to be quick with this before Kain got his head back. His hand rose and knocked upon the Temple doors using Kain's body like a knocker. They could bill him to have the blood removed, he really didn't care at this point.

"Members of the Scathachian Nation...open the door...I have a gift." His voice would ring out strongly from outside as well as above the Temple.

Kain Starsong

Date: 2011-10-12 16:23 EST
It was once said that you can't keep a good man down. Apparently it's true for madmen as well. Race had managed to behead Kain in the Red Dragon, but it was hard to tell if he'd let himself be captured or not. There was so much insanity and chaos lurking behind those now vacant eyes that it was hard to tell where madness ended and calculation began.

Though for the sake of the reader, today we shall explain that Kain had let himself be caught. Kain had offered just enough token resistance to Race's efforts to let the man believe he'd captured the madman. Despite his body being well and truly dead, the entity that was Kain was at least partially aware as his regenerating corpse was taken to the Scathachian abode. If he'd still had a head to laugh with, he'd have chuckled in amusement.

Race would need to hurry though, because already bones were poking up through the truncated stump of a neck, growing out into the shape of the lower portions of a skull, muscles and tendons spreading across the fresh bone. It wouldn't be long before Race would have to listen to the cackling laughter of insanity and cruelty that was Kain...

Androdiama

Date: 2011-10-12 17:21 EST
Silver hair was first seen as Vixen opened the door to Race. Violet eyes stared at the man and then the heap that was Kain. Hearing the laughter set her on nerve. She swallowed for a moment the opened the door the rest of the way. Both her lips pursed, wary of what would happen if she let such a beast enter their domain, sacred ground could be tarnished by such a creature.

"Not in here. Not in here. This way." The young woman was very adamant about what was occurring at her beloved home. Grabbing a lantern from the hall, she lit it and raced before Race as quickly as she could. "Holy ground holds no place for such a creature. This way." She moved down a twisted path, weaving its way behind the temple and home of the sisterhood. In an instant the path went steep, steps formed, and Vixen continued to race until they reach a crypt in the hollow of a hill.

Vixen hadn't known how long it had been there, or to what extent it was used. It still held the marks and wards of its previous owner and she hoped the magic was strong enough to hold the beast at bay. The heavy quartzite door was opened for Race before she looked over the crypt again. "We need to secure this place. Do you have any magic that would help us do so?" She didn't know what she was saying or doing, but she was not about to let Kain get out of their grips now. The laughter was starting to make her uneasy.

Race Bannen

Date: 2011-10-12 20:03 EST
"I'm not a mage lady." He dropped Kain's headless body to the floor, he saw the bones and sinew reforming and knew there wasn't much time. "I can bind him physically...but I can't do a thing about his kinesis."

Even as he spoke, the Mogul listened with a far off ear to the continuing conflict taking place in the unfortunate Marketplace. People wondered why the prices were so damned high! Vendors have to cover their losses somehow. Looking around the tomb with a frown he formed two bars in his hands and drove points downward to put one at the man's waist. The other, a smaller one he spiked and bent, figuring Kain's regeneration would work around it. He'd give Kain handlebars.

"There's still a fight taking place in the Market, I can't stay much longer." Admiring his work the figure in green turned back to Vixen. "Don't give him any leniency. He's by far the most dangerous person...you'll ever meet."

Issy

Date: 2011-10-16 17:09 EST
Isuelt had heard the commotion and had seen the silver-haired Vixen racing off with a lantern and the faint green glow of another. She followed and came up behind the small party in the mouth of the crypt.

"What in the hell is going on here?" She had her hands on her hips; dressed in her black leathers, she was devoid of boots as she had hurried outside. "Race?" She arched a sharp eyebrow to him. "Who the hell is this?" She pointed to the headless body as the light from Vixen's lantern cast ample illumination on the situation.

A headless body was brought to the Sanctuary, Vixen had done the right thing by leading them here. She eventually came to stand next to her Sister, looking down at Kain's headless body.

Her dark gaze floated back to Race, "Dangerous" He's got no bloody head, Race." The seasoned warrior folded her arms and looked from her ally to her Sister.

Race Bannen

Date: 2011-10-17 15:48 EST
"Would you say the same were it Renna's body?" His only response to her question. Anyone who'd lived in Rhydin for even six months knows the physical capacity to have a head doesn't mean anything. Even as he spoke, the Mogul gestured that Kain was all ready growing his head back, showing where bones were starting to grow, and sinew writhing to cover the stronger cells.

"We needed a lucky break and someone, even small-time, to interrogate. Well now we have it, and I brought Kain to you and yours for just that purpose. He's a strong telekinetic, psionicist, that's why he's dangerous. Magical wards and barriers don't mean squat...add to that the fact that he can instantly regenerate almost any wound except ones that would fell a giant..." His words hurried with the tempo of impatience. For as seasoned and well trained the Scathachians are supposed to be, that one would deem something harmless so readily spoke louder than any action. "If he were harmless I'd have taken him to a Watch station...not here."

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, it felt like an eternity as he thought over how to reinforce the room to hold Kain, if even temporarily. Before all was said and done he'd need to speak with Batten about a more long-term holding facility for those individuals too dangerous for any other prison.