A testing ground for Demmy and the Deegans.

[donovan_deegan]

Yes, the man who just came out of the welcome bay was most certainly wearing a shockingly pink jacket. Under it, he had been wearing a black shirt, but now hit was over one arm to show off the odd looking tattoo over his whole chest. A Kelsheen mark. Never knew when it would be useful. He had his axe in one hand. He was ready to shred, if he could find someone to jam with.

Yeah, the man had just been kidnapped. He looked remarkably calm about it, in fact, he seemed almost cheerful. He found a seat after a bit, pulled his axe into his lap, and then started playing, watching people to see who might come near, and figuring out who he could ask for more information than the projection had given him.

Question number one being.... where was Miranda?

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[donovan_deegan]

"Then what you need is a safe way to get out of that job. What you need, really, is a hero. And you're in luck."

[melodiouspacifist]

He just laughed at that.

"Maybe, but I don't think heroes come for the bad guys."

[donovan_deegan]

"Coming for the bad guys, one way or another, is exactly what heroes do."

[melodiouspacifist]

"You know what I meant." Demyx waved his hand a little bit. "I'm..not a very good person." He knew that too, just what he'd been willing to give up to get his heart back.

"So, you don't have to worry about this."

[donovan_deegan]

"How many stories do you know, kid? How many tales of great heroes?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"Uh, a few I think? I'm not sure. They all come in, destroy the bad guy and save the world." Demyx said, nodding enthusiastically.

[donovan_deegan]

"As an over arcing story, yes. Generally. But what about the specifics. What drove them to be a hero?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"I don't know, they're good people I guess." He didn't sound sure about that.

"I'm not the hero type."

[donovan_deegan]

"In the best stories, generally the hero wasn't good all the way through their lives, some started good, fell, and got up again. Others started on one side and ended up on the other. Villains can be the same way as well." He seemed to consider, even though he already knew what he wanted to say. "Tell you what... Usually I make a fair amount of money to tell a story to a crowd. Treat me to lunch and we'll call that my fee, I'll share one of my favorite hero stories with you."

[melodiouspacifist]

The mere idea that he could be the hero would make anyone laugh. Demyx just smiled, amused by that. "That's really not me."

He blinked and tilted his head. "Uh huh, sure. Okay." Lunch wouldn't do any harm.

[donovan_deegan]

"Great." He stretched a bit. "Lead on, and I'll prepare for the tale." Really it was down to Jacob's story, or Dex's. Jacobs was closer to his heart, of course, but Dex seemed like he might fit this boy better. Actually, Dex might fit him too well, and make him suspicious. So his first choice, Jacob, it would be. Ilk tak tilk this would be a tricky one....

[melodiouspacifist]

He'd be surprised how oblivious Demyx could be. He found a local restaurant. It wasn't particularly fancy, serving diner fare, but he had enough munny for it, or whatever the currency was supposed to be called.

"Um, you can get whatever you want. I don't know what I want."

[donovan_deegan]

"In life, or for lunch?" he asked, sliding into a booth, careful of his axe.

[melodiouspacifist]

"Lunch. Maybe a burger, that sounds pretty good, I think."

[donovan_deegan]

"Alright, two burgers then. How are the smoothies around here? Nice and smooth, or no great shakes?" Grin.

[melodiouspacifist]

Apparently there were many puns in his future. Demyx smiled and shrugged. "I have no idea, I haven't really eaten here before. I don't eat that much, only when I feel like it."

[donovan_deegan]

"Alright, then why don't we each get a cookies and cream shake?" he suggested. A mixing of black and white, opposites adding to each other to make something wonderful and new that isn't whole unless both sides are present. A nice subtle touch to his story. Never let it be said that Donovan isn't a sneaky thing when he wants to be.

[melodiouspacifist]

"Okay, sure." He smiled. Demyx was pretty easy going. He ordered what he wanted, and made sure to add that he wanted cheese, because cheese was delicious.

Once he was done giving his order, he rested his chin on his gloved hand. Okay Donovan, he was ready to be wowed.

[donovan_deegan]

"Alright. The story starts with a normal enough family," yeah right "of a mother, a father, and three children. Now the one thing of note about the family, perhaps is that the mother's line was strongly gifted with magic, so she had a gift, as did her three sons. The father was gifted as well. He was gifted with a wife and three sons."

He leaned back against his seat.

"One day the family was attacked. A man who had once been in love with the mother had sent a necromancer to kill the father and the sons and steal an artifact of great power. But both the man and the necromancer forgot to account for one thing..."

"The mother, Miranda, she was one of the most gifted magi in all the worlds. All the power the man had granted to his necromancer was nothing before Miranda's might." Spark would be pleased with that. "The Necromancer was able to curse the middle son before Miranda showed up and fought her. The battle was terrible, the three sons could only watch, wondering if their mother would survive." He spoke softly, voice falling and rising with the story. A practiced bard. Not just practiced, he was one of the best bards in his universe, and for good reason. Storytelling was only one of his gifts, and he was VERY very good at it.

And he was watching his audience, to gauge reactions.

[melodiouspacifist]

Demyx was quiet at least, as he listened. His expression remained fixed, a slight smile as he often did to look cheerful. It sounded as fanciful as any fairy tale he'd known, so it was interesting.

A love story, huh? At the pause he blinked a little, wondering if Donovan was going to continue telling the story.

previous middle son was meant to be youngest son as I sit here feeling like a moron

[donovan_deegan]

He paused only for long enough to build tensions before he spoke again. "Miranda was able to injure the necromancer, badly, and sent her fleeing back to the depths of ****, where the man who sent her waited. But where she had the power to turn aside the witch, she could not undo the curse set upon her youngest son."

"But the sons had power as well. The youngest son ha already been showing skills with white magic, which was the strongest kind of magic to fight a necromantic curse. His parents worked with him to strengthen his white magic to fight the spell upon him. He wanted to be free of the curse, but he also wanted the power to help others, so he worked very hard to learn all that he could of white magic."

"The middle son was protective, and determined that no one would be able to hurt his family this way again. He threw himself into studying divinations. He believed that if he could see an attack coming, he could prevent it."

"The eldest son... he became fascinated with the attack itself. He wanted to learn more about it. And I am sad to tell you that the boy's parents did not realize in time just how deep the fascination ran, nor how far he was going in his studies. They did not know that Jacob was experimenting on his little brother in secret, trying to learn more about the curse." He spoke in darker tones about Jacob, as if to invoke in the audience a feeling of dread, or unease, or possibly even hatred. He was using tone and pacing to set the stage so that Jacob seemed the villain, the youngest son the victim, and the hero as someone yet to be seen.

He knew that wasn't the way he wanted either of those characters seen by the end of the story, but he knew that was the roles they had to play now. And he suspected that had either of the boys in question - for he knew this family well - known why he was telling this story, and why he was characterising then the way he was... they would understand and accept it. The youngest son especially, since he was using the story to heal....

[melodiouspacifist]

He was able to pick up on those cues. Jacob was the one who was the villain, the one who was lured in by darkness. He'd seen that sort of thing, he knew that there were allies of his Superior drawn tot he very same thing.

"Huh." He commented, nodding, bidding him to continue.

[donovan_deegan]

"Jacob's experiments on his brother grew worse and worse. The middle brother was able to use his visions to stop the worst of them, like when Jacob almost turned their youngest into a zombie. Or when he was going to cut him in half to study the difference between an affected lung and a healthy one. Worse and worse it got until even the parents who wished only to see the best in their children, even at their worst, could see it. Eventually the eldest brother left under the cloak of nightfall, taking a chunk of his little brother's leg with him for further study."

"Jacob traveled. He grew dark and distant. He learned from other necromancers, sometimes as their student, sometimes as their killer. HE was trying to become the ultimate Necromancer, he was trying to merge the strengths of death magic into his own living body. And he would pay any cost, it seemed, to achieve his goal."

"When he needed to add dead flesh to himself, he removed his own healthy flesh to make way for it. And when he found out about a group of powerful mages who had exactly what he needed for a project, he concocted a plan to kill them all...."

[melodiouspacifist]

It was this passage that got a reaction out of Demyx. He scrunched up his nose. "That's disgusting."

Apparently, that was his breaking point on being quiet, the idea of zombie flesh.

[donovan_deegan]

A small dark smile. "If you think that is disgusting, it only gets worse. I won't start by telling you how he slaughtered them, then. Or how he used his middle brother in a hangman's noose as bait to draw them out. And I most certainly won't tell you how he hid from his brother's scrying and passed himself off as one of the mages by skinning him alive and wearing his skin - including his glyph that prevents scrying that was burned into his forehead...." He shook his head.

"The problem was his middle brother, the seer, he was used as bait, as a distraction for the mages, but also for their younger brother. Jacob use their brother to draw out the cursed one. Fir he needed two last things for his current project. The first was the curse. He ripped it out of his youngest brother, through his healthy side, leaving him bleeding on the ground."

"The last thing that he needed was for no one to care about him any longer. Human attachments like love and friendship, trust and caring... those were all detrimental to what he was trying to build. His youngest brother had been, as far as he knew, the last hold out. The last of his family to love him, to believe in him, to know he could be better if he wanted to be. And h left him bleeding out on the grass."