Synopsis: Forbidden Blossom finds Quicksilver Dreamer in Cecylene, and tension ensues.

Location: Somewhere in Cecelyne

Recorded: June 16, 2009

Cast: Forbidden Blossom, Quicksilver Dreamer

       "Ugh, so dull." The young Sidereal of Battles remarks as he walks through the sand towards the large city he sees ahead, still half a day's walk from where he stands. Silver-glass hair reaches his lower back and starmetal breastplate glistens lightly even here in Malfeas. A box hangs from his belt, dripping green ichor and radiating a soft glow. It seems to almost whisper, but the words are never heard, only the presence of anger felt from it. Six strong arms each hold onto the hilts of various weapons at his side and a long scarf hangs from around his lower face, the gossamer cloth sparkling with chaos.

        Blossom got to see the glass crater, the body, and the trail of gore. So she had a rough idea here to look, though... Adorjan made sure she couldn't follow the trail from there. You'd think as a servant, she'd get some mercy, but no...

        In the sky above, something glitters, a fluttering thing of crystal and gold shining green in Ligier's light. It dips and circles, and the faint shadow of a rider can be seen before its lazy turn starts to move in angles around the outsider, moving closer and closer.

        Quicksilver Dreamer looks up as he notices the shadow about him. A slightly raised eyebrow marks his acknowledgement that this is new and unexpected to him. One of his arms grabs the shield off of his back and the other five all grabs swords just incase; four wonderfully crafted slashing swords and one large, starmetal katana. He looks calm and collected, despite the weapons in his hands. He waits to see what this rider plans on doing, hoping it is not something... Less than hospitable.

        The wasp comes close, and the blonde upon it becomes clearer before it finally dives and alights on the ground, kicking up sand with its wings. As it starts to settle, Blossom can be seen opening a small parasol to ward off the falling sand. There's almost an immediate, "I'm sorry, master, I didn't mean to-", before she pets it on the head. "There, there-", she starts, before shooting a cautious look to the outsider. Sand slips off the parasol as she watches, partially shadowed from the sun.

        The Sidereal doesn't lower his guard at all; women are often more dangerous despite any appearances. He stands up straight, reaching a mere 5'8" in height. He looks her over for a small minute and then he speaks, mouth concealed by the scarf. "Are you... from around here at all? I appear to be a little bit lost." He looks farther down his path to the city in the distance before looking back at the woman again. "Or are you here about the disturbance I might have caused?"

        Blossom swings the parasol out, shaking sand from it. "I'm really sorry, master, please-", starts the insect again, before she shhs. "We have guests."

        Looking back to Dreamer, she looks thoughtful. "Mm. Not from here exactly, but I am familiar enough. And yes, you gathered quite a bit of attention, though... I'm a bit surprised I'm the first to find you. Ah, so lucky that Adorjan didn't beat me to it, you are."

        Dreamer looks at the insect with a touch of curiousity before looking at the woman. He pulls the scarf from his mouth and smiles a little. "Eh, lucky is not something I would consider myself at this present time. Is there anything I can perhaps answer for you? I assume you are here on more of a business thing than jsut a casual 'ooo, new person' thing... Or am I mistaken?" He raises an eyebrow as he asks the question. "I hope this is a friendly visit, as well. I don't wish to start another fight in this desert."

        Sliding off the mount, Blossom laughs lightly. "Business? I don't even know who you are, yet? As for fighting, I'm afraid I'm a bit lacking in a weapon." She walks forward, and puts her hand to her chest before bowing a bit. "Forbidden Blossom, and... well, I'm curious as to whom you are, and how you ended up here."

        "Ah, well... They call me Quicksilver Dreamer. I was facing the man called First Father Locust in Creation when the fight took us through a portal to this place." Dreamer explains without releasing his weapons, but lowering them a bit to rest at his side. His hands move casually to accent his words. "We fell for five days before crashing into the desert. We fought for a bit longer and... Well, I suppose you can guess the victor yourself."

        "Oh.", she says with a bit of sadness. "I'm sorry to hear that. He was noble, in his way." Blossom's eyes drift to the box for a moment, and the to Dreamer. "But how was it you came to fight with him? You are... Exalted? Not Fair Folk, certainly, but certainly odd." She smiles, adding, "If you'll forgive the observation."

        "No offense taken. By now I am quite used to... My heritage." Dreamer says with a bit of a proudness to his voice. "He and I have- had, a mutual respect for one another. Even during the fight, I respected the man. However, we were destined to fight each other. Our different views and methods for the same ending goal clashed and we accepted that only one of us would leave." He looks at the box a little as well and then looks at the woman. "What are you, by the way? I expected my first visit to be with a less human-looking person."

        Forbidden Blossom blinks her black eyes. "I am like him... not entirely, of course. We are different, but we are both chosen here. I suppose I was human, but... that feels so distant, now." She looks curious. "And what became of him, then? I take it he did not survive? There are those in that city that... loved is not the right word, but loved him will do as an approximation. Appreciated is close, but not quite."

        Dreamer coughs a little bit. "Yes, he often spoke of himself as the 'Son of Malfeas.' I figured it was not literal, but I suppose I am not surprised that many here would have a fondness for him. I am sorry to say that First Father Locust is deceased. Perished in the fight, a service to myself as much as to him. He was a raving monster by the end of the fight and had to be put down." He looks at the woman closely, looking for any more signs of emotion by that statement. "I was hoping I could get a guide for the city, that I might have some limited protection while there. I wish to speak to his 'father' to offer my apologies in person."

        Blossom stares for a long moment as if surprised. But if there's any sorrow, it's well-hidden. Or, perhaps, this isn't much of a shock. She then says, "If you are telling the whole truth, then I could not recommend it. The Demon City is not a kindly king, and is filled with rage for what the gods have done to him. But it need not be the gods he takes his anger out on." She closes her eyes, and adds, "Nonetheless, I could help with that, I would need to know who I am talking to." She steps within easy reach of the swords, adding with a smile. "Exactly."

        A twitch of a hand marks some inner desire to strike at the woman, perhaps a battlelust still filled in him from the previous fight. Quickly calming, Dreamer sighs a little bit. "I already told you, I am Quicksilver Dreamer. I am the fae-blooded son of Three Rivers Unending, Raksha of the Opal Court. I am a skilled martial artist and swordsman. I must inform you that I will go with or without help, but I am hoping that you will help me out of your own interests... I think it would be far less bloody if I had a guide who can help keep smaller, more eager demons at a distance while I meet with the powerful demon lord."

        Blossom says as she sways back with a smirk. "Oh, a touch of faerie blood undoing a Slayer of Malfeas. You forgot to list 'poor humorist' under your occupations." She takes a step back. "It would certainly be more interesting if you had to cut a bloody swath, but then..." She looks curious. "... I do have to help you, don't I? And just after you've annoyed me so."

        "Well, you don't have to. I will not harm you for declining. To do so would be both terribly rude and unheroic of me." Dreamer smiles innocently at the woman, a glimpse of real emotion and humor in the look. "Still, like I said, it would only benefit you to help me. I mean, look at it this way. As long as I am close, you know I can't be doing something nefarious. I am seeking to meet with ummm..." He ponders for a name but fails at it. "Whatever Malfeas' biggest soul is called, to apologize for Locust's death. Also to possibly seek a deal."

        "Oh, I wasn't thinking you were threatening me, Quicksilver.", replies Blossom. "As for my benefit, it's hardly any trouble for me if you go about on your own. There are bigger, hungier fish in this sea than Locust, and they generally eat outsiders first." She grins. "Let's just call it a favor, shall we? I imagine it's not the only turn I'll be doing you while I'm here. As for contacting Malfeas joutenform... I can try, but no guarantees, of course. You may as well chat up one of the elemental poles, most of the time."

        Dreamer shrugs a little bit. "Well, I would hope there are bigger fish... Locust didn't even make me break a sweat!" He sheaths the weapons quickly and giggles a little bit. "Well, I am sure we can get his attention once I know where to look." He stretches lazily. "I suppose we can call it a favor. Perhaps I might do you a favor in the future, assuming I am still alive to do such a thing."

        "Try not to mention that to whomever we meet." She steps away towards the wasp, and looks over her shoulder. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to meet you, Quicksilver. This just isn't generally a good place for niceties." She folds her hands behind herself, adding, "Shall we walk?"

        "Y-you're not going to ride me back?!", exclaims the demon suddenly, sounding practically heartbroken.

        "I will try to not mention it." Dreamer replies cooly as he begins to walk at a casual pace. He giggles a little at the demon, smirking at it. "Poor thing... Do all demons act this way to you, Forbidden Blossom? I had just assumed them all angry, devious, and evil things."

        "Sorry, I'd rather walk with him. Go now, find another rider." It can be heard moaning in frustration, its voice like bells, and then it bursts off, as if having a bit of a tantrum as it takes off.

        Shielding herself from the sand, Blossom replies, "They were created to be ridden, and so they desire riders. But fickle, as well... but all demons are different. While never harmless, they reflect the myriad aspects of the Yozi, from anger to sadness to curiosity. But, of course, I do have a certain authority among most."

        "Hmmm... Interesting. Not unlike gods representing different parts of the world." Dreamer says to himself quietly, pondering a little bit. "Most the things I know about demons come from the stories of a Raksha, so I assume most of it is heavily biased. Not exactly good blood between the Raksha and demons from what I gather." One of the six arms twitch a little bit, tapping the box a little as he looks towards the city.

        Forbidden Blossom says, "Of course not. The Primordials did make Creation, and the fey despise it so.", with a gentle wag of her finger. "I'm not certain the Yozis really care, though. None that I know of come here, and any that have probably did not remain for long."

        "Eh, not all of them despise it. My father seemed rather fond of it, actually." Dreamer replies with a careful finger placed on his lips, a thinking position. "Perhaps I will learn some more about this place in my waiting to meet this soul of Malfeas... Wouldn't do to insult the demon on accident or make some social mockery of myself." He giggles a little as the city towers before him in the distance, the destination for his quest. The box at his side glows ominously.