[OPEN] kill yr idols: a savage journey to the heart of the allerian dream

[Wynd]

Timestamp: Kalendryas, Winter, Era XV Post Fractum.

Songstamp: Kill Yr Idols - Sonic Youth

It was Nuit Blanche in Secyclion, the biggest winter-time celebration in Neos Megalis, an all-nite party up and down the Main to break the gloom of the island's winter rainy season. The Jaedaxian emigre who'd moved to Neos Megalis before the Siege had brought the party with them, used to extreme winters and not about to let the cold bring the spirits down.

At the Mouse and the Masque the hipsters were wild, dressed up in Carnival masks and the tackiest, glitziest dresses and tunics in the world and high out of their heads. A Song mage was on stage surrounded by what looked like a metal junkyard, a drum set made of pots and pans, a rusty shield, and other scrap, banging on them all with his hands and drumsticks and raising a noise enchanted with aggressive euphoria while everyone pogo-sticked. Everything was being passed around liberally -- keif, kratom tea, some junkies were lounging glazed in the corners of the Mouse or out on the beach on qaifa, the arcane powder from Aelyria Prime called snow-white, and a local ingestible leaf called kero, the mainland ales and island ouzo, wines and strange spirits, desert cacti and barley rot.

There were bonfires out on the beach and some spill-out from the Mouse despite the cold air. And out there was a man who didn't quite fit in with these dilettantes and poseurs. Bowery was a Nexian who looked a bit like Glenn O'Brien from the '80s, close-cropped black hair, sunken cheeks, stubble. He wore a ratty black peacoat and a black bandana artfully tied around his neck.

He had attracted a small crowd. He was crouched in front of a heap of chairs he'd stolen from the Mouse and was intently lighting them on fire with a torch he'd pulled out of a bonfire. He spat out a wad of kero and said to one of the hipsters standing next to him, "You think you know how to party???"

When a hip bartender from the Mouse tried to stop him from lighting their chairs on fire he muttered out of the side of his mouth, still intently burning the furniture, "Don't you know who I am? I'm Bowery Manhatten. I'm here on a very important assignment! Don't stand in my way!" He spat out another wad of kero.

The chairs finally caught. Bowery leaped on top of the burning pyre and berated the crowd, "Haven't you people figured out the Archmage? You could be incinerated any waking minute! I'm gonna go trash the Main! I've got kero. Who wants in?" He jumped off, stuck some kero leaves in his mouth, lit a cigar off of a chair and picked up his torch.

[Kenkuroi Mithania]

What was worse than a hippie?

A tree hugging hippie.

Sadly, this part of Secyclion seems to be full of 'em formers.

Gladly, they weren't the latters such as those back home in Moonwillow.

But nevermind about them hippies, hipsters or whatevah they're called, Kenkuroi was cool with them. Hell, his family, father's side were a bunch of tree hugging hippies. So long as they don't start touching the young half elf in inappropriate places!

Hands in pocket, the youngster approached the scene, attracted by the scent of cigarettes, psychedelic stuff and booze. He wore a simple grey shirt stained with today's Pracenda, collar and shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to elbows, top few buttons undone, and a pair of dark blue pants and leather boots, all of mainland fashion. A coat was draped over his shoulders, its sleeves hanging around carelessly.

Appearance-wise he looked rather out of place compared to the high fashion sense the other youths were strutting in......similar to how that bum-looking guy who's trying to burn some chairs.

Character-wise though, the half elf was blending in with the crowd comfortably, almost as if he was right at home. Cig in mouth, softly humming along with the rocking Song mage, the youth grabbed any of those passing booze whenever his tankard ran dry (which took just a few gulps), as well as those stuff those kids were gettin high off, for some self experimentation (Ken had already some exposure trippin with the elves of Moonwillow) and of course, stuffing all available pockets and holes with as much free ciggies as he can stuff.

Yesh... FREE ciggies...

This was one of those rare darkenings he wasn't stuck at home attending to whiny baby Rose and whatever promise he had with Lyr of returning early this darkening had all been forgotten, washed aside by the sight and sound of free smoke...

"As long as it free, I'm in!" a now semi-drunk half elf shouted back at the the 80s Glen O'Brien lookalike.

ooc: lol funky! btw wats mah lootz?

[Wynd]

(OOC: Sorry about the wait, it's been a really hectic and exhausting week. Your loot? Whatever you can steal in the upcoming rampage. Maybe something else?)

These sons and daughters of Mainland decadence transplanted onto island paradise were anything but tree hugging hippies. They were a self-hugging, style-obsessed, drug-addled, apathetic and sex-crazed crowd. Their beach location was more Los Angeles than Santa Cruz, and they had more in common with Williamsburg, Brooklyn than California. Their mentality was decidedly urban even if they were in a small pearl of a town on a far-flung Eunesian island, and they all came from the Empire's metropolises -- Aelyria Prime, Medonia, Zinn'Sunn, Nexus, Arkdun, Jaedaxia, Daltina (Primus Gaudeo was a squaresville, and Taralon was a backwater).

Bowery Manhattan fit in, but didn't quite fit the bill. There was more to him than careless hedonism. He had a madness.

"I've got a madness!" he yelled, and he turned to Kenkuroi and said, "And you've got a madness, too! I just don't know what it is yet. Here, chew on these."

He passed Kenkuroi a handful of kero-leaves, a local favourite, which possessed a user with energy, confidence, a feeling of total control and ability, a "the world is yours"-mentality.

"Come on, let's go hit the Main!" Bowery was off down the path from the beach to the city and he and Kenkuroi hit the Main, the pulse of Neos Megalis, as it was alive with Nuit Blanche. More hipsters in and out of cafes and bars. Their more elegant Mainland parents were drunk off their asses in classier places, especially in and around Hotel Eunesia. Street beats and city lights.

They came to a weapon shop on the Main and Bowery sent a rock crashing through the window and jumped in to begin trashing the place, upturning racks of steel weapons and setting the walls on fire.

"Take what you want, man! We've got to arm ourselves!" The walls caught fire. No one outside really seemed to have noticed, except for a couple of watchmen who were making their way toward them.

"Eff the police! Come on! Let's get this over with!"

[Kenkuroi Mithania]

Kenkuroi frowned as Mr. Manhattan rambled on about the madness, but didn't take the man's word seriously, and truthfully couldn't be fethed. Not with the Kero waving in his face.

The youth didn't need no second invitation as he grabbed all goodies offered to him. Ken squeezed the Kero into his back pockets, while rolling just enough for himself to check it out. He had smoke leaf back home, he never try this Kero thing yet.

"Come on, let's go hit the Main!"

Ken looked up back at the man, away from his task of Kero-rolling, a questioning look on his face. But the man was already on his way and Ken wasted no time stuffing the stuff into his mouth as he followed, while on the way still stealing time to snatch as many cigarettes as he could.

Already, he had cigs stuffed into all pockets, even into the sides of his boots and between his pants - well, underpants (since they hold well seeing how loose was his pants), not caring if he got pubic hair stuck with the tobacco. It was gonna get burned later after all. A pubic hair or two won't hurt eh? There was even the arcane powder thingy he grabbed. Maybe later he can check that out.... if they hadn't fallen off yet.

When they reached a weapon shop, Ken was very shocked as the man threw a rock and started crashing the place while telling him to arm himself.

"What the feth man?! Are you robbing the store?" Ken yelled above the noise, as he looked around frantically.

"This is madness! This is...." Ken never finished as Bowery called out the cops were coming.

Panicking, the boy grabbed whatever weapon was nearest and available, and able to carry (since Ken is a flimsy after all) all the while shouting back, "Why are you grabbing weapons? Shouldn't you be grabbing the money box?!"

[Wynd]

(OOC: The snow-white acts similarly to the kero only it adds euphoria, increased sex drive, and anxiety to the mix, and you're less prone to violence.)

"I don't need money, man! I'm no common thief!" Bowery nevertheless found the money safe, a small box, and tossed it out the window. It broke open with nothing in it -- shopkeepers never left money in their empty shops. They took it to the bank or a sock under their mattress at the end of the day. Then he shouted out at the two watchmen, "We're not thieves, officers! Just making sure these weapons don't fall into the wrong hands!"

"Sir, you're under arrest!" yelled the cop.

Kenkuroi had picked up a saber from one of the racks. The fire on the walls was spreading to consume the entire building. People outside were yelling and forming a bucket chain to the sea -- which fortunately was on the other side of the street.

"No!" shouted Bowery, who was now carrying a large battle axe, "You're under arrest, for treason and heresy! You people killed Diana! Ioannes is illegitimate!" He leapt out of the store window and swung the battle axe so that swept away the cop's sword. He held it in front of him.

"Deal with that one!"

Kenkuroi at this moment would feel the kero kick in, which suddenly made him feel incredibly aggressive and as though killing a man might be fun, or at least, there wouldn't be any consequences. He was confident and in control. Nothing could go wrong.

Then Bowery stopped a horse-drawn coach, dropped the battle axe, pulled out a long knife and forced the driver out. A woman in the back was screaming in terror.

"Get in!" shouted Bowery. But there was still the second officer.

[Kour'el Kha'Serith]

Flying at night was decidedly more difficult than flying during the day. Rarely where there the thermals that made flying much, much easier, but near the water, winds usually picked up at night. Kour'el had taken too flying at all hours of the days and night too stave off sleep. She didn't like sleeping, it was dangerous. She had fallen asleep once and woken up as an elf. Sleep was now the enemy, only when she couldn't keep her eyes open from exhaustion did she sleep, and it was usually troubled with dreams.

So now, she was flying above the beaches, watching the life around the fires and contemplating dropping a few rocks on the unsuspecting soft skins below. Perhaps she would be lucky and would hear the ripe watermelon sound as some skulls collapsed. Nothing like a blood bath from above too ruin the mood down below. Sure, a few lives would be ruined, if she decided too have some fun, but they were just soft skins for the most part. They were inferior, the draconess knew this from being one of them, not just from being a dracon. Filthy, disgusting soft skins. Of course it was possible a few of her chained kin would be down there, but they embraced the soft skins and became as low as them by hiding, they deserved no mercy like the people they lied too be.

Perhaps it would appear as divine judgement from the gods, that would be ironic, given Kour had turned her back after she had been abandoned. The brought a maniacally grin too the reptilian face, and she veered too look for some rocks. Then someone was screaming, and it caught her short attention span. Rocks forgotten for now, she veered and scanned for the person screaming about madness.

Finally she found him, by one of the fires, and she followed from above, lazily, while the man and a hated elf in typical soft skin fashion wandered into town. Perhaps there really was nothing, perhaps this was merely a pair of lovers for some quick love in an alleyway or a prostitute and his customer for a quicker transaction. Quickly the draconess became bored with the pair, and was back too looking for bricks or rocks too ruin the parties. Other people's misery would make her happy for a while.

The unexpectedly, one of the males broke a window, and entered the shop. Circling around, Kour'el landed on a store opposite and watched as the fire began too burn. And she laughed. It was wonderful too see the soft skins destroying one another. All she needed now was some snacks and she'd be set. Then the city guards showed up and threatened too ruin her amusement. This would not do. Hissing with rage, the draconess flexed her fingers, already feeling the warm spray of blood on her scales and spread her wings, swooping down into the street. Her target was the remaining cop, and she would hit him from behind, hopefully he wouldn't even know what hit him as she disemboweled him alive.

[Kenkuroi Mithania]

He was no common thief?

Well feth, they were breaking into a store ain't they? Albeit stealing weapons, not crowns..... well, not so common thief then, and there were no crowns to be stolen anyways, as the empty box skid open to reveal its contentless contents.

Kenkuroi frowned.

Stealing is a dishonorable thing to do. And Kemites held honor in high esteem. and his mother was a Kemite from a particular clan that held honor in very high esteem indeed. Such honor, he wanted to believe, did run in his veins. A proof of his mixed heritage to counter his very elf-like appearance which he hated, a lot.

Bah! He shouldn't even be here. Following this man he meant, not the party. He should be at the party, guzzling down booze, smokin' down the joint, chillin out, being phat and all that. Maybe get to know some homeboys, or homegirls.... it really was beginning to get unhealthy sticking around Lyr and his babe, too many morons always getting the wrong idea he was Lyr's bitch.

By the time now, Ken realized he was holding a saber. Caught red-handed holding a saber despite his unwilling intention to get stuck in this mess, while Mr. Bowery spewed out his zealous crap, (Gods, not religion! Yup, this dude was definitely off his rockers......) before proceeding to disarm officer no.1 then pulling off a 'grand-theft-auto', Aelyria style, on some random coach nearby unfortunate enough to be part of the storyline....

"Get in!" the man hollered out to him.

Ken felt compelled to say, "Feth this" and scram as fast as possible. That's what he wanted to do, but that's not what the half elf end up doing for obvious reasons.

Around this time, out from the sky swooped down batman! Or draconwoman on closer inspection, upon officer no.2 - and without even thinking, without even reasoning, relying purely on instinct that was now under the influence, Ken snorted out a savage roar of "KILLSTEAL", as he leapt towards the officer, swinging his weapon recklessly like some fething baseball bat. But his target wasn't the officer. It was the 'ganker' from the sky. Nothing beats getting pissed by some random dude, zooming from the sky, ganks, steal's the mob, get's the XP, grab the loots, then camps for 1 hour. Hell yes that's a pisser alright!

[Wynd]

"Damn straight, Dracon! Cop-killing's the only decent career on the planet!" screamed Bowery, then, "NO! You stupid nimbie! Dracons are NOT the enemy!"

Fortunately, maybe for all but the cop involved (and because he upheld oppression and control in society), the guard knocked Kenkuroi off his feet with a blow to the face by his shield before the elf could strike either himself or Kour'el. Of course, this meant the guard was unsuspectingly shredded to death by the psychotic murderess dracon.

Bowery stopped the horses and leaped out of the carriage to haul Kenkuroi onto his feet and eyed Kour'el.

"This scaled bitch is crazy. Hey, kitty, let's roll. We'll hit the kero and paint this town red. I'm Bowery Manhattan, member of the Anarchist Party of Nexus Prime. You know what the means? It means the world's a party, and I'm out of my freaking skull right now, so let's go start a revolution. Any ideas?"

[Kour'el Kha'Serith]

Laughing wildly, the draconess plunged her talons into the soft yielding skin of her prey, the poor unfortunate officer who had just smashed the elf a good one. It was like she was speced shadow step, one minute safe, the next she appeared and sunk a weapon in the spleen. The only only thing that would have made the ganking even gayer would have been if she had a pet to do all the work or dot's too throw around while rolling her snout on some board made of keys.

At the moment though, Kour'el could care less if she had pissed off the elf or not. He could always be ripped too pieces next. Rather, the draconess was far too busy enjoying the tactile feeling of flesh splitting wide open under her talons and teeth, and the blood spraying over her scales like rain. The red blood made her green and blue scales shimmer wetly where it landed, and it soothed the skin under like a nice cool mist. Of course, in a few hours it would be sticky and dry and itchy like a bitch, but that's what baths were for.

When her blood lust had been satisfied for the moment, and she was sure the guard was dead, but had suffered a rather terrible death, the draconess left his mutilated corpse too cool on the road and stepped back, eying her handiwork and the two soft skins she had followed with glittering golden eyes. When she heard the one refer too her as a bitch and that she was crazy, the eyes narrowed slightly and Kour'el pondered adding the man's corpse too her tally along with the guardsmen.

For the moment however, she was far too interested in what else the pair might get up too, there was always later too kill them both. So instead she grinned wolfishly at the man through the dripping blood and gore on her face and licked a drenched finger and talon slowly, savouring the sweat taste of the warm blood.

"And if I am?" Kour asked, before licking another digit clean. 'Delicious..." She hissed to herself. Perhaps she could take a few select morsels of the corpse with her. It had to be better than whatever fare she had back on her island. Idly, the draconess eyed her handiwork and fingered the hilt of her saex while she finished cleaning the rest of her fingers. "Never been there, always seemed like a Grim place to be from what I"ve heard." She added to the conversation, after deciding that stopping too butcher the corpse further would leave her out of the fun.

[Kenkuroi Mithania]

"Awwww, the feth. What the feth, bastard!" Kenkuroi yelled partially in pain, partially in anger as he groped around, trying to get his bearings and get up and do something. He got some help. Unceremoniusly he was hauled to his feet by the crazy lunatic calling himself Bowery Manhattan of Nexus Prime.

Hey Nexus! Didn't they took the ferry from Nexus to Secy? And didn't he purchase a weapon from Mr. I-don't-like-give-discount Dwarf at the Nexus's Heaven's Tier Forge? Speaking of weapons, where was his saber? Ah forget that, as long as he got his epic Katana of Discounted Price, it shouldn't be a problem. Funny he forgot all about his katana earlier when the man asked him to grab a weapon. Must be the kero.

Staggering to his feet, rubbing the bruised part of his face, the youth squinted at Bowery's reference to 'scaled bitch' who was none other then the 'killstealing-draconwoman' who seems to have been successful..... a bit too successful judging from the glorious display of gore.

"Ewwww, that's not cool," Ken grimaced as he stared at the dead cop's entails and felt a wave of nausea that caused the boy to go to a corner and puke.

So killing cops is not bad. Killing dracons is bad. Was that suppose to be good? Kero is good. That's for sure.

"We could start with the butt-secks loving faggots," Ken rasped in response to Bowery's mad suggestion for ideas, as he emptied his stomach of the darkening's pracenda.

ooc: man sorry for the late response... if this is still on. Wynd? Kour/Jade?