Darkness Within Plot: Namor and D'spayre
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xp_logsD'spayre sets out to capture the blood of a royal.
The ritual had failed yet again; wrong blood and wrong body. D'spayre had dropped of Nathan and the other lost royalty off in Paris after the ritual had failed. However, not all was lost. While her sister, Spite, was off to capture Nathan’s daughter, D’spayre mission was to secure and deliver the blood from a royal heritage. They had tried many different families over the years, save one. And a current member of that family was attending college in New York and unguarded. Luck was finally playing in her favor.
Arriving on Campus was easy but locating the Attilan Royal was proving to be a challenge. She spent awhile looking but eventually she saw the male walking. Smirking to herself, D’spayre walked over to him before calling out, “Excuse me. Are you the Marques de McKenzie?”
He was -- not that Namor was hard to miss. Few students, even when the campus wasn't abandoned to those taking summer courses, would consider walking around in the midday heat dressed in a designer suit and Ferragamos. A leather messenger bag was at his side, completing the dapper, young businessman look. The fact that he was currently absorbed in his phone could also be attributed to this, or just a sign that he was actually a college student.
Namor did not address the woman directly, but instead held up a hand as he slowed. A few seconds and a text message later, he met her gaze with the haughty self-possession of an aristocrat who has places to be. "I am."
"I thought you might be. You have the looks of a Marques." D'spayre smiled charmingly at him. "I am Dana Adams and I was hoping to have a moment of your time. You won't be missed will you?"
The agitation in his eyes only grew as Namor tapped one foot impatiently. He checked his watch. "Senhora Adams, who are you with? I do not have time to idle."
"The Dean's office. I promise it will be quick." She smiled all the while, she looked deep inside him to find his fears.
His eyes grew skeptical. "I did not receive a meeting request from the Dean's office," he added as if the procedure was something he was well acquainted with. The tension in his shoulders did dissipate, however, now that this stranger had an office. "Tell me what the problem is."
"Nothing that I am sure we can't come to an agreement. It is about your future." There it was. She had found his darkest fears and using her own powers channeled it. Letting it come forth, but only by a little. Not too much but enough so he wouldn't argue.
The young man frowned. "I had a planning session with my advisor a week ago," he sighed as he turned more completely to face Miss Adams. He shivered and then paused as if unconsciously noting how odd it was to feel cold in the middle of summer. "Lead on."
D'spayre smiled before turning and started to lead him, tapping into that fear of his and increased it a bit more. All she had to do was get him away from prying eyes and it was just one portal jump to their destination.
They made it to the very edge of the common area before Namor stopped and shook his head. His expression was grim and bordered on the confused. He eyes locked onto the dark woman pointedly. "The Dean's office is in the other direction."
"Is it?" Turning to look over her shoulder, her eyes looking for his. "What is it you are afraid of?" She whispered as she pulled the fears to the surface.
"I'm not afrai--" Namor opened his mouth to protest that being scared of the Dean's office was absurd, but he instead reached a hand behind his ear to scratch idly. His eyes widened as his fingers encountered more texture than he was expecting. It was downright scaley. "What?"
It was then that the imaginary gills opened and Namor doubled over, short of breath. Drowning. He stared blankly at the woman in front of him, but his vision was swimming
D'spayre tilted her head to the side and looked concerned for a moment, "Are you alright your highness?" D'spayre looked around and saw that no one was around. Perfect. She walked over to his side and placed her arm over him, as the portal opened. "Stay close. Wouldn't want to lose you."
Namor did not respond. His eyes were locked straight forward and his muscles strained beneath an unseen tension. There was no protest as the demon lead him into the portal, its magic winking out as the two disappeared from the Columbia campus.
The ritual had failed yet again; wrong blood and wrong body. D'spayre had dropped of Nathan and the other lost royalty off in Paris after the ritual had failed. However, not all was lost. While her sister, Spite, was off to capture Nathan’s daughter, D’spayre mission was to secure and deliver the blood from a royal heritage. They had tried many different families over the years, save one. And a current member of that family was attending college in New York and unguarded. Luck was finally playing in her favor.
Arriving on Campus was easy but locating the Attilan Royal was proving to be a challenge. She spent awhile looking but eventually she saw the male walking. Smirking to herself, D’spayre walked over to him before calling out, “Excuse me. Are you the Marques de McKenzie?”
He was -- not that Namor was hard to miss. Few students, even when the campus wasn't abandoned to those taking summer courses, would consider walking around in the midday heat dressed in a designer suit and Ferragamos. A leather messenger bag was at his side, completing the dapper, young businessman look. The fact that he was currently absorbed in his phone could also be attributed to this, or just a sign that he was actually a college student.
Namor did not address the woman directly, but instead held up a hand as he slowed. A few seconds and a text message later, he met her gaze with the haughty self-possession of an aristocrat who has places to be. "I am."
"I thought you might be. You have the looks of a Marques." D'spayre smiled charmingly at him. "I am Dana Adams and I was hoping to have a moment of your time. You won't be missed will you?"
The agitation in his eyes only grew as Namor tapped one foot impatiently. He checked his watch. "Senhora Adams, who are you with? I do not have time to idle."
"The Dean's office. I promise it will be quick." She smiled all the while, she looked deep inside him to find his fears.
His eyes grew skeptical. "I did not receive a meeting request from the Dean's office," he added as if the procedure was something he was well acquainted with. The tension in his shoulders did dissipate, however, now that this stranger had an office. "Tell me what the problem is."
"Nothing that I am sure we can't come to an agreement. It is about your future." There it was. She had found his darkest fears and using her own powers channeled it. Letting it come forth, but only by a little. Not too much but enough so he wouldn't argue.
The young man frowned. "I had a planning session with my advisor a week ago," he sighed as he turned more completely to face Miss Adams. He shivered and then paused as if unconsciously noting how odd it was to feel cold in the middle of summer. "Lead on."
D'spayre smiled before turning and started to lead him, tapping into that fear of his and increased it a bit more. All she had to do was get him away from prying eyes and it was just one portal jump to their destination.
They made it to the very edge of the common area before Namor stopped and shook his head. His expression was grim and bordered on the confused. He eyes locked onto the dark woman pointedly. "The Dean's office is in the other direction."
"Is it?" Turning to look over her shoulder, her eyes looking for his. "What is it you are afraid of?" She whispered as she pulled the fears to the surface.
"I'm not afrai--" Namor opened his mouth to protest that being scared of the Dean's office was absurd, but he instead reached a hand behind his ear to scratch idly. His eyes widened as his fingers encountered more texture than he was expecting. It was downright scaley. "What?"
It was then that the imaginary gills opened and Namor doubled over, short of breath. Drowning. He stared blankly at the woman in front of him, but his vision was swimming
D'spayre tilted her head to the side and looked concerned for a moment, "Are you alright your highness?" D'spayre looked around and saw that no one was around. Perfect. She walked over to his side and placed her arm over him, as the portal opened. "Stay close. Wouldn't want to lose you."
Namor did not respond. His eyes were locked straight forward and his muscles strained beneath an unseen tension. There was no protest as the demon lead him into the portal, its magic winking out as the two disappeared from the Columbia campus.
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