Still here, Ink just requesting himself to make a fake religion
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Cool so we can train them up...Good...Good..
Sorry for being so quiet this week, I've been doped up on medications after messing my back up. I'll be getting caught up today. I am imagining you got hurt doing an Olympic sport...
Ink is working on writing at the moment
So Ink has a spot inside. So literal Comical pull out items out of his body!!!
Ink: Ink will go into one of the rooms. There, he will shift his finger to a pen and begin to write in a journal. He will begin to write the Religion of Bratva. Mixing Christianity with Catholicism and Orthodoxy. Some Jewish traditions and the Edicts of the Brotherhood. Here he begins to write. In Russian. Keeping it an ancient language of the GOD BRATVA.
Ink nods. "Horothgarn has a proposal" He repeats and then nods. "It shall be done. Now I must go and rest. Farewell, and try not to do any unintentional harm." With that, he bows and turns to move back into the compound.
John:
'Simple observatins and deductions. You'd be surprised what people do when they think no one is watching. Or what they don't do when they are being watched' Ink Stands waiting and watching the others.
As he does he seeks to mask his reaction.
John:
"I see. Keep observing. I want to know weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Though they are not necessarily enemies, but they are not our guild. [ooc]Ink is unassuming. Is almost like he is a servitor NPC[/00c]
"As you wish, But if you wish we will be here for a minute." He says simple and unassuming. " A pleasure to have met you." he bows again.
John:
' Who is this woman and these people? I assume with Dom they are allies, but how dangerous are they?' He relates via Telepathy Ink seeing the newcomers shifts to a simple plain looking man in peasants clothing. He has a simple stick and a simple dagger. A ring rests on a finger. " Hello, I am Ink, a humble servant of the Guild." He says eloquently. "Our leader is currently away doing another mission here. As for my other associates, they seem to be occupied. However I am here at your disposal currently" He says formally, a simple man.
Ink observes resting in his gelatinous state.
Telepathy:
" No problem Myriana. It may give me time to build up the Bratva here Ink remains in his watery ink drop form. Resting his natural shapeshifting powers.
Ink seeks to spread the religion of Bratva. So the Guild can get followers and, well, Investments. He has to write the actual book, and distrbute them in ruins. As well as fool those thinking it was a lost ancient religion rediscovered. Ink also is up for any work to challenge his assassination skills.
Telepathy: Ink says to Myriana and Desseer as he continues on.
"I can assist with either. He doubted he would have the difficulty of the others. He was accustomed to doing morally gray to black things. His job was kiliing, beating and more.
I assume we had a large Guild and several of us are probably rarely interacted. Ink worked alot on his own. Probably more in chat then in raids. So Myriana may never have interacted with RRARAGH
Ink listens as he looks at DOm. Seemingly one-sided, and though Deseer is the leader. His views on sparring and training are flawed. Telepathy All: "Congratulations Myriana, may you rule well"
"I take that as a challenge. As even the stealthiest of foes, get careless. A hard lesson to learn, even I have faced it, here and back home" Ink says as he continues to move with them.
'Should I kill him and despose of the body?' Ink suggests nonchalantly as if it were another day in the office. He was after all no stranger to such work. Infact his supposed humanity seems even more distant. Ink slithers and slimes his way into the room. He takes a minute to study the scene.
He looks over the pair and, seeing no signs of blood or bruising, then examines their body language and facial expressions. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, he remains quiet and observes.
'So far only the ones I brought to you. Though there are a few is Yggdrasil who could easily evade most of us.' Ink said confidently. THere were players out there he had fled from knowing the prowess in magics or stealth his simple tricks could never crack. He wasn't suicidal.
'Yeah ran into some more of our guild and a couple of stray players' Ink says continuing on his way.
"What do you mean?' Ink asks moving along with ease, his movements seemingly cleaning as he goes.
They also haven't had a reason to use it on each other either as far as I can recall. I used to be in the same but, I was undead, but then I got better. It was just a flesh wound
Yeah I figured as much...sigh,, though I can compell oozes to attasck on my behalf...MUWAHAHAHA Oops sorry my evil is slipping...
Yeah I am counted as Human, Aberration and Ooze
I am not sure if I am counted as an Ooze for such pirposes as mind control...hmmm...
Ink continues to move along with Desseer."I personally can kill her at any time. Few ward against a creature such as me. Especially when I am neither man nor ooze" Ink Adds as he seemingly slithers along a strange mix of snail and snake.
Japanese: He said telepathically in Japanese. ' So we will have a city. Nay, two cities. This one and one yet conquered. I will look about here for any significant libraries and librams, should we need too I can draw up some ancient seeming books, or scrolls."
Ink moves over to grab some sheet or blanket and drapes it over Jolene 'The SLimes will always appreciate more things to eat. They are not picky. In fact, better than swine' Ink says telepathically.
Ink just watches. Somewhar appathetic, He wanted to see the man dead and dying. The suffering. Yet also was done with this. Was he truly this evil? He had done evil for years, but his humanity had some positives. A killer and criminal he may have been, but he didn't want this sort of unnecessary torture.
She whispers back, "If Ink allows it. He seems rather... attached. He did bestow those foreign markings to her, I believe. I am willing to share, thank you for asking."
[B]'I am hoping to witness true art'[/b] He says telepathically as ge waits with baited breath
'I am more intrigued about the guards. The woman, is a woman, honestly just an artist enjoying the work of another artist' Ink says as he looks
Ink rests, looking at the scene before him. How will the guards react to Desseer's commands?
'Who doesn't like naked lady' Ink laughs in Myriana's head and then moves over too the corner and lets words rolling over his body.
'If you dont want her, I can take her and sculpt her into something unique. Or we could take her back and see how the minions will use her'
' Thats disappointing. Desseer is a threat but to ignore me...I should kill them!' he says to Desseer through their telepathically link
Now a Naked Craterlord and her four guards probably freaking out
' You cant hide, you are exposed, both, mind and body, if pushed we can claim your soul too' Ink telepathically communicates with insidious air.
'Though if you cooperate we can see to your look. Youth, beauty, fancy clothes and jewels. Your choice my dear. Loyalty means love and we are a family.' He says with peace.
Ink let's his form priceless and tear through the craterlords garments. Thuse revealing the intricate tattoos alive as he then bleeds like ink off her to the ground. ' Yes thought it was the better end.I suggest we tattoo her and any operatives, for scrying purposes' Ink says keeping to his ooze form of a inky cloud of water come life.
Now Ink is bringing a Craterlord and four of her guards to the base. And it'll be fun for her to let me free myself. LOL
Ink: Ink will shift, covering her skin in an elaborate series of snakes and roses. A myriad of colors and textures, along with Russian script and Japanese characters. All under the woman's clothes.
[i]'Now get dressed and bring no more than four guards. Any more and I will kill them all and you. We are to meet my boss, and too many invites caution, too few an insult. You are neither. You are a Craterlord, a woman of means and influence. You are my woman now. You are going to present yourself to my boss and our guild, as you will become far more valuable than just your fly-speck position here. That is, if you exude proper respect and decorum.' He says his form is flawless on her skin. not shying from her intimate areas. With that, he lets the Craterlord gather the proper guards and follows the instructions of Ink. The former Russian mobster is enjoying every moment of this woman's subtle shiver and tremble. Gently reminding her of punishment and rewards. In fact, he wondered if Dresseer would be open to begin tattooing the servants of our guild so we could track them, and other servants knew who to go to. It did help his family in the world they left behind. Here, they could also use them to scry upon. Which also meant better loyalty.
Good point. it'll be fun to bring her in with me all over her body
I am ready to get the Crafter lord to Dresser. Gonna cling to the lady as tattoos
Ink: Ink shifts to let her breathe out her nose.
'Good to hear, you value your life. The Slumlord thought otherwise. As did other craterlords. See, I knew you were smart, girl.' He priases telepathically. His words ring with a pleasant feel. ' NOw I will form tattoos on your body. You will tell your men you are going out and we shall head to the BeastLord to show my boss you are willing to submit. Then we shall brand you magically so we can never loose you. Thus able to always know where you are and what you are doing. It also shows your fealty to us." He lets it sink in again the terror of who and what she deals with.
'But we are not without our benevolence. Should you do well and stay loyal you may get to rise above your station. Though it also comes with more responsibilities. If you are not interested then I will kill you now'
Ink: Ink will slip onto the bed, and with simple movement, he will surround her head, letting her head rest in the middle of his inky body.
He will speak into her mind when she struggles to wake. 'Hello Jorlane, you are currently in my ooze body. Try not to struggle, or you will die, painfully as I enter your ears, nose, and mouth. I will then attack from within, A lung puncture, a stomach laceration, and perforating your bowels. Slow agonizing deaths. However, while you struggle, I have a deal. You surrender to my boss and me. Should you choose you live and do well be rewarded, if not everything you built dies with you. As I care little for human lives. Your choice"
I ask AS I am gonna do Ink Boarding.
Should I torture her, and get her to give up everything and serve me and free the captives or...just kill her
*Forms a pseudopod into a fang* Why are we poking people again?
Market District: Ink every aware heads to the Market District his goal the Lady Jorlane. He moves through the choas, his fluid body one that makes him a relative quick.
Once there he begins to observe and seek out the most likely spot where she hides.
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