The Horsemen of Apocalypse

[freezerpup]

((YEY your online!))

 

 

But then why were you there? Asked Skye curiously. Skye noticed the woman's hand around her waist, she grabbed the wrist and carefully moved it from around her waist. And what do you mean... certain people? Would that not make you a murderer?

Edited May 27, 2013 by freezerpup

[Skellybones]

Chuckling, Death thought about what the mortal had said. "I thought you had grabbed the thought that I was immortal, and Death. But I suppose you are correct. I am a murderer, in some respects." She shook her head, slightly impatient with her. "I am Death. I was there to release your parent's souls from their bodies. Otherwise, there would be zombies. Do you like the sound of that? Because I don't. We already have these creatures emerging from the ground... we don't need any more..." She trailed off, gazing into the distance, mind in, as the humans would say, fairyland.

[freezerpup]

Oh.... whispered Skye Understandingly. Are there any more of you... immortals as you call them? Asked Skye in amazement. If there is when and where will I be meeting them if I am meeting them? But wait a second. There is no such thing as immortals! Or is there? Is there such things as Angels and Demons? Skye flied the questions at Death one after the other not giving Death enough time to answer after each one.

[Skellybones]

Before the girl could ask any more questions, she placed a hand over her mouth. Death held the girl carefully, hoping not to have startled her. "Lets answer these one at a time. Yes. There are more immortals. Me and my kin are immortals. No. I will not be taking you to meet them, I do not think you would want to meet them. There are such things as immortals. If there are mortals, then why not immortals?" She paused for breath, thinking of a worthy explanation. "It's like everything. There cannot be one if there is not the other." A smile grew in her voice. "Angels. Demons. Children's stories. Well, unless you say that us four are demons, or angels, or even both." She looked once more into the distance, before reminiscing about her early life as a horseman.

"They said we were for good. Before humans came, we were good. Then they came, they saw us, and they feared us. They twisted us into what you see nowadays. Now, they call us the four horseman of apocalypse."

[freezerpup]

Oh, Okay then. When are we gonna be back in London? It's almost Dawn. Yawned Skye Sleepily. How were immortals created? asked Skye.

[Skellybones]

London was boring. Anyway, it seemed Famine was too busy trying to avoid her, and that War had a new companion. She allowed herself a moment of sisterly-knowingness, before Death turned back toward the girl. "War and Famine are... preoccupied at the moment, and I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate me wandering in again. The other three, they blend in so much more. People tend to notice me." A wry grin spread over her face.

"Immortals? None of us know how we were made. Our souls just... came to be." They continued in silence for a while, as her horse swung off course, making its own way through forest and fields. "Now. I believe you have not told me your name. That car crash was years ago, and you can't expect me to remember everyone I escort to the afterlife..."

[Arctic]

The immortal's eyes wandered as they walked and once more he didn't begin to speak until they had traveled another block. He took a left on to a wide road, clearly a main street in the city, and continued to walk arm-in-arm with Nicole. "Some interesting dates." He cleared his throat softly. "Nineteen thirty eight. I am Hitler's generals, I am the terror himself. A nation of hatred and blindness gears up for war, occupies nations. I walk the first steps on the path to total war."

 

They took a left. "Thirteen sixty one. Dull. I advise the king, Valdemar. Battles are fought and the common man dies. I stir chaos in the ranks of the Khan's descendants. What fun that was." He paused for another moment, still facing forward. "A thousand ninety six," he pronounced this one differently, a wry grin spreading over his lips. "The Crusades. Oh, yes, that was a fun one. I was God that year, whispering to the delusional men that sat in Church and in Country. A few manipulative words and war scoured the land for years." He chuckled fondly, then sighed and tipped his head back, gazing at the clouds above. "Twelve twelve," he began. "I let my rage get the better of me. London burns as I lay and watch. The screams soothe me. I organize Navas de Tolosa to fall to Spain. Hundreds of thousands die."

 

He stopped walking momentarily, still looking at the clouds. Only when he began to speak did he resume their stroll. "Sixteen thirty nine. I advance the Thirty Years' War, orchestrating it as I had for twenty-one years beforehand. I advise Johan. The imperial army falls at Chemnitz. The newborn land, America, has minor conflicts with the native population. I had little to do with that."

 

He craned his head down to gaze kindly at Nicole. "Have you any other years, or perhaps an empire, or perhaps a question?"

 

(( Li'l bit of metagaming there, Shadow. Keep in mind that War is basically shrouded right now. Wouldn't be able to tell where he is, what he's doing, who he's with, etc. ))

Edited May 27, 2013 by Arctic

[Skellybones]

((But she left, him, after sensing his presence. She retained the sort of channel that he was one, like some sort of radio station x) She can sense him, but faintly. She can't tell much at all about his companion, or his exact location, but she can sense him. Once he raises his presence and lowers it once more, she will stop sensing him. It's the same with every horseman. Death doesn't really bother with her presence.))

[freezerpup]

Oh, Its S-Skye, Skye B-Blue. I don't think my parents didn't think my name through. Said Skye Trembling. How long will it be until we are back at London? I'm getting a bit sleepy.

[Skellybones]

A grin. "London? Who said we were going to London?" Death's horse shrieked its agreement, going faster than most horses, but still not as fast as they could be going. "We'd be going faster if we were in the sky, Skye." Proud for making a pun, she sat up a little straighter. She was finally understanding these human 'word plays' more.

[Arctic]

(( Right, but she shouldn't have been able to sense his presence in the first place. I let it slide because it gave you something to do and allowed some RP to happen. This is just metagaming, though. There's no "connection" established by being close to him - he's keeping his attitude down and he's keeping to himself specifically for the purpose of the other horsemen leaving him alone. She would know he's in London, but beyond that, not really anything else. ))

[Skellybones]

((All she can sense is that he is in London, and that he's being strangely close to someone (Generally, she doesn't think War, Conquest or Famine mingle with humans. To her, it's not really part of their job description unless they're doing what they're meant to do, and most of the time they share that. So if War was going to start a war, generally he'd ask Conquest which countries he should do it between, etc... Stuff happens, I don't know anymore... this is going on too much). They are like kin, they have special connections that allow them to do weird stuff. That, and there is something else near him, giving Death an indicator. Not saying any more in a hope to make something interesting go on around there. This is still from earlier, she let the link slip quite a bit when she lost it. Now she only has faint ideas.))

[freezerpup]

((Artic it's Shadows RP please listen to her...))

 

Fine go into the sky I dont care, Death. Shouted Skye at the top her lungs. Skye dismounted Death's horse aware that it was still moving. She started walking following any signs that told her London was near by without taking a glance back at Death.

Edited May 27, 2013 by freezerpup

[Skellybones]

Death narrowed her eyes, cursing under her breath. "Stupid child."

Why do you even need her?

She snorted her agreement to her horse, and they lifted into the air. "You know what?"

What.

"I should listen to you more."

That I completely agree with.

[Arctic]

(( Yeah, it's Shadow's RP, but it's still metagaming and it bothers me. I'm just asking if it'd be possible to tone it down. Not every horseman can detect every other horseman all the time. They can summon each other (well, that's what Shadow said, at least). War is good at manipulating things as a puppeteer, behind the scenes. He's good at hiding, good at being unnoticed, and that translates to his fellow horsemen. As a participant in the RP, I'm asking that you refrain from it. You can pull the owner card if you want, but stuff like this really does get to me.

 

The entire point of him calming himself was to make it so he was difficult to pinpoint and detect. He could still be noticed by his kin, yes, but it would be very distant - "he's in this part of the world" as opposed to "he's in this little village in this house with this person".

 

I'm asking as a player trying to have a good time. You didn't define what the horsemen were capable of in the first post, and we've mainly been left to our own devices to decide. They could detect each other and I had War drop off the map because all of his fellow horsemen were near and he doesn't quite like that. You seemed fine with that. But the entire purpose was to keep himself hidden, now I'm basically being told he can't do that fully or something, even though he had earlier. It bothers me is all. I'm not mad or anything. Just a little frustrated. Metagaming has always itched at me. ))

[freezerpup]

Humph what's her problem? thought Skye into her head. She raised her head to see a sign that said 'Welcome To London!' I'm home, I'm home! I'm finally home! She shouted. Skye ran to find her village and when she did she ran to her forest and into her home.

[Skellybones]

((Uhhm, Freeze? They went for at least half an hour by air. That's faster than walking by... tons. She would not reach London within a night of walking, let alone an hour or so o.o))

[freezerpup]

((Uhhm, Freeze? They went for at least half an hour by air. That's faster than walking by... tons. She would not reach London within a night of walking, let alone an hour or so o.o))

((C'mon its make believe dont be a spoil sport.))

[Limitless]

Nicole listened, trembling slightly more with each of his sentences. They had continued walking, and now she was starting to fear she would never return home. Isaac needed to be fed, and she longed for the comfort of her own home. But this... this was something else.

 

She looked up at him as he gazed down at her, and gave a small start. The look in his eyes was so kind... it was not at all what she had been expecting. She searched his face with her own eyes, wondering. She had nothing to say, no guesses as to what he was, what he could be, no more questions... She gave him a weary smile and exhaled.

 

"I'm honestly not sure what to say, darling..." she replied, stopping. "If you would not mind, could we head to my home..? My poor feet are weary from a long day of working, and I was hoping to escape from the rain." She smiled softly up at him, afraid that if she pressed the matter she would lose him.

[Arctic]

"Certainly. Lead on," the man replied coolly, as if the words he had spoken were so undeniably casual that any other response would have been an overreaction. He smiled and gave a sweep of his other arm to signal her to go at her leisure. Even as they began to move, though, he was not led, instead walking alongside her as he had been before, anticipating each move, each turn.

[Limitless]

As they walked, Nicole thought about what he had said. She was fairly sure he wouldn't be a demon, perhaps an angel or spirit of change through conflict...? She had never been religious, or incredibly spiritual, and found herself feeling fair foolish to now, because of this man, let her thoughts tend that way. She supposed that was a rather human thing, like how when it was down to the wire another person who had gone all their life saying nothing to any God would pray.

 

Occasionally she would look up at him, eyes moving over his face as if she could find the answers there. Nothing was to be found, though, and she would sigh.

 

Finally, they arrived outside a small, two-story house with a quaint, colorful garden in the front. Sniffing slightly, worried she would catch some sort of cold from the rain, Nicole led the way to the door, fishing in her small handbag for her keys as a dog started barking viciously from inside.

 

"Oh, Isaac..." she called, seeming to cheer up a bit at the sound. "It's just me, and a friend of mine." The barking, however, did not stop, and only seemed to grow in intensity as she opened the door, revealing a cozy living room that was dimly lit and a large German Shepherd mix standing just past the entrance, growling when they came in but quickly running to greet his Master.

 

"I apologize for him, Isaac is a bit overprotective... He doesn't usually react this way, though..." She politely informed Ultor, bending slightly to reassure the dog.

[Arctic]

Ultor's expression was as casual as could be as they walked arm-in-arm through the rain. Throughout their stroll, the duo was for the most part silent, and on the rare occasion that Nicole looked up at him, the immortal did not crane his head down to meet her gaze. They passed various people on the sidewalk, some laughing, some scurrying home and fumbling with defunct umbrellas. They passed a club, some sort of jazzy electronica playing inside, lights vaguely visible through the tinted windows. The entire time, the tall man wore the slightest smile painted on his lips.

 

When they arrived at her home, he stepped to the side to allow her to open the door and step through. Without waiting for an invitation, he ducked under the doorway and stood in the den, chocolate eyes falling down upon the dog and staring at it. He knelt down, seemingly unafraid of the dog, and spoke. “German Shepherd. Impeccable taste. Absolutely fine dogs they are.” He rose to his full height again. “I suppose there's a reason they're prime choice for police and military use.” He turned his eyes over to Nicole and smiled once more. “He's afraid, and quite noisy. I won't hold it against him.”

 

He seemed almost to have forgotten about the water soaking his clothes, looking around the home quietly, taking in the details of the architecture.

[En'K'Haral]

((sorry you guys are going so fast x.x Was there a Soiled love post in there somewhere?))

[SoiledLove]

((Ahhhhrg! Sorry!))

 

Conquest grinned. "Is that so?" he asked, biting back a laugh of amusement. He sipped his tea. How curious, how very, very curious... "Tell me about this other horsewoman then," he urged.

[En'K'Haral]

"In a word....scary, but not in and of herself. More like it was scary around her but not that she herself was scary well she was scary but it felt like something else was scarier. If that makes any sense." She said trying to explain the wierdness of the feeling. "She wore a cloak...oh now I can't remember her name. Started with a 'D'." Alex said baiting this man now that she had a suspicion. After all she had an inexplicable attraction to the man when she first saw him just like the inexplicable fear she felt around death.