C'est La Vie

The city streets existed in a pulsating mirage of lamp-lit cobblestone and the evening's shadows.

"Savior?"

Nemo turned unsteadily on the spot, back towards the pub from which he had been thrown an undermined number of hours prior.

"Savior?"

He spun in reverse, feet sliding gracelessly along the ground. So distant, was that voice which called for his companion. He wished to reach it; to quench his curiosity. Who else knew of his inward nickname for Her? For the woman who had saved his life but a week from the present.

"Savior?" He could feel his lips fumbling over those familiar syllables, but the resulting sound did not reach his ears for several beats. He threw an arm through the swaying and merging lights before him, grasping at the other being that he believed to be in his company "Savior?"

An unwarranted chuckle drifted from Nemo as he twisted, stumbling over the curb in his futile attempt to move forward. "Where'd you go?" Nemo called out with all the strength of his lungs. "Hey...!" He proceeded to shout across the vacant street, laughing as he was reduced to his knees by his vertigo. "Hey..." Nemo reclined to sit on his heels.

"Savior?" He begged the black.

Too soon it was; to be alone again after his 'suicide'. Much too soon.

Sofie and her crew had been following above the world and amongst the stars. The rooftops were not always perfect, but as intoxicated as their target was, they had no fears of being stopped, and his drunken calls for someone to deliver his salvation were crisp enough to be heard even from the safe distance they kept.

Her group was not cloaked, but rather clothed in tight-fitting black clothes to keep them spryly leaping from rooftop to rooftop, with the help of some magic. They did not need to be quick, as their target was hardly graceful, but they had to be stealthy.

He had fallen and Sofie directed her group, the Death Eater and the two men she had hired to hover above the alleyway nearest them as she climbed down from the building, quickly drawing a cloak around her and pulling the hood up to hide the tell-tale Death Eater mask. The man was asking for assistance, and she could give it. She reached out and helped him to his feet, attempting to steer him towards the alleyway. She did not speak, but reassuringly squeezed his shoulder, hoping he would assume she was who he had called for.

OOC : Our usual policy on godmodes?

I have one other character coming- Lucifer d'Eath, and then the two NPCs.

Ne'Os was following Sofie and the other people in her group as they stalked their target. There were times the vampire hated his heightened senses this was one of them. He could smell the drunk man down below, it made him sick. He had brought his raven with them as he was now required to do. The bird required the magic of it's host to sustain itself when it wasn't on a mission. Ne'Os wasn't sure what it did when it was.

He watched Sofie climb down the building. His attention was diverted as he heard the whispering of the Raven within his head. It was telling him about the town they were in and the owls it had killed and the messages it had read. He was doing his best to block it out but the bird seemed to have direct access to his inner most thoughts. He shook himself out of it and back to the situation at hand. He noticed Sofie was attempting to draw the drunk man into a alley.

Nemo's calls ceased when a gentle touch was laid upon his shoulder and he was lifted to his feet - upon which his body trembled, threatening to collapse beneath the weight of the alcohol that he'd consumed.

"Hmhmm," He hummed whilst leaning heavily against the petite figure at his side; a figure which he had presumed belonged to the woman for whom he'd previously cried. She stood taller than he recalled; as he burrowed his face in the crook of her neck he was not discomforted by his efforts to reduce his own height. But he made no note of his discovery, for he could not see its importance.

He could see little of anything.

"Wuzzup, Mickie D? You gonna save me?" He inquired, voice quivering with his amused snorts. And once more, his legs buckled beneath him and he fell with a nauseating crack! of his knees.

He did not question her, and Sofie felt a smile twitch onto her face. How perfect. He rested his head against her shoulder and, had he not brought upon his own distress with his revolting drunkenness, she was sure her gentle nature would have been pained by some sympathy for the man. What a way to fall. But business came first, and it had been his own fault. And perhaps the fool who though his capable of making his way about alone.

She let her eyes drift upwards. She was leading him into an alley, and they were making it inside. As soon as she reached the end of the alley, her 'friends' would leap down and block the entrance. He would be subdued and apparated away. He spoke to her as they made there way towards the middle of the alley. He spoke and she allowed a small 'hmm' of agreement and amusement to escape her throat.

He collapsed again, nearly bringing her down. She stumbled, reaching down with her other hand to push off the ground. Her hood began to slip and she jiggled her head, trying to keep her mask hidden. She thought she had succeeded and managed to haul the man back up to his feet, again trying to head towards the back of the alley.

The ghoulish mask that had frequented Nemo's nightmares since the evening of the murder of his colleagues occurred to him as though through water; with the shimmer of light held beneath the surface. The familiar face swam briefly across his field of vision, and immediately, the fiery blood of battle pulsed within him. "You -" Nemo's fingers leapt instinctually to his right pocket in search of the line of his wand beneath worn denim, to no avail.

Only then did he recall that his weapon had been confiscated.

"Sonofa-!" He groaned, before drawing his arms before himself in a near-comical attempt at self-defense from his position on his knees at the Death Eater's feet. "Sss do this the ol' -" He circulated his fists and his head gave an unsteady sway - "fashioned way, Deathie!"

He had caught on. Sofie had not made it to the end of the alley but she thought they were good enough. He searched for a wand and she procured her own, poised to make his wand disappear if the need arose. However, he seemed unable to locate it. Sofie smiled, for this was much too easy.

He procured his fists and she shook her head "No, no. I'm young, I never was acquainted with the old fashioned ways. Besides, I'm a lady. However-" she whistled a low whistle and the two hitmen dropped from the roof and blocked the alleyway entrance. She waited her Death Eater friend to join her. She paused, "Now, if you wish, these men could help you settle this the old fashioned way. Or we can take a walk."

Ne'Os sighed, these things never went smoothly. Luckily though it appeared that the wizard they were stalking had somehow misplaced his wand. He walked off the edge of the building to land next to the two hired hit men. He simply raised a hand he figured he would have no need for his wand with his superior magic skills. He also knew that he could simply redirect The Raven's magic and attack Nemo should he need to.

"Though I would enjoy the practice" he said in a deadly whisper his fangs showing as he smiled.

"You killed them, you sssons of b!tches," Nemo growled as he slowly climbed to his feet in a collection of stuttering swings and creaks of exhausted muscle. "I don't" - He swiveled, seeking out the Death Eater to whom he had spoken a moment prior, only to find that the world had melted and molded into a collage of colors once more. "I don't..." His voice trailed off while he swayed unsteadily and his clenched fists fell limp against his chest. "I don't... m-make deals with Deathies..." And he collapsed.

"Savior..." He breathed his final plea.

Well... that was pleasant.

Really, Sofie had hoped for the smallest struggle possible. She was not blood thirsty, nor crude. She wanted success, and the easier it was found, the sweeter the products. He collapsed and she flicked her wand, saying, "Incarcerous." The ropes that flew from her wand neatly wrapped the man up, and she looked back at Ne'Os. "Transport him to D'Eath Manor and put him in one of the dungeons. Lock the door, and do nothing until we have further communication from or lord."

She gathered her cloak around her. "I will bring him to the manor soon enough. Have him in the dungeon in five minutes." And she disapparated.

((I will get you permission to see the manor, Red dear. Then either Ne'Os or I will start a thread))