Ossanlin raises an eyebrow at Jeffry, not entirely sure he wants to speak with him anymore after the being's previous comments. He shrugs mentally before speaking up. <I was mainly curious about your abilities...I originally thought you to be human...your energy field is very similar to theirs. But then I detected your abilities. Not what you could do, precisely, just that you had some sort of exonatural capability. However, in my ascended state I could sense you much more clearly. I could sense the ability to compel minds, though the fact that I was forced to resist it gave me further insight into its nature. I sensed some of your overarching thoughts as well...nothing specific. Only the greatest constants, your moniker for example. Mind Melter. Those words are graven...etched so firmly into your mind and so profoundly that they came to me clear as Sky.>
He sips from his bowl, pausing, before moving on. <I also sensed some of the things you've done...dark things. Nebulous, but terrible and looming. Bespoken of atrocities. But by all means, give me...how do the humans say it? Give me your spin on things.>
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A cloaked ship knifes its way into the atmosphere of the planetoid making very little disturbance. The ship is fighter-class and obviously designed for stealth and power. It makes its way to a small clearing in the forest, setting down with almost no noise or disturbance. The air seems to melt open as a ramp descends from the bottom of the ship. The being who steps off looks for all intents and purposes like a tall, but supremely aesthetic human...except for the pointed ears and silver-streaked intense blue eyes.
As his soft-leather boots touch the grass, the ramp sucks back up into his ship, all signs of the craft disappearing from sight. He checks his flex-armor, his fighting blades, and his Entroper pistol before engaging his active camouflage.
Rathien d'ilarianiil fen'Mirwindrierien or'Elienal sen'Ildiar had been here before. He'd chased Tobias here...Salem he went by now. Odd how he felt a sort of warm compassion whenever he thought about the being that for all intents and purposes was nothing more than a thorn in his side. He'd always worked alone, but working with Tobias...submitting to Tobias...had been surprisingly and exceedingly pleasurable. But things passed with time, and Tobias had left him on Sedneri 5 and disabled his flight tracker. Rathien had tried to contact him, but to no avail. Perhaps they'd meet again and perhaps not. Perhaps another would be able to subdue him...take him. The Ildari bites his lower lip, one of his fangs catching before he banishes the thought. This place always had interesting people. Perhaps one of them would be amenable to a bit of sparring...or a bit of dalliance. If he was lucky, both at the same time.
He leaps into the trees and runs swiftly through the branches making no noise as he quickly reaches the bar building. He disengages his active camo between two parked ships and walks the rest of the way to the swinging doors, pushing them open.
He glances around the room, noting mostly humans, perhaps Yeerk, perhaps not. Some of the patrons look...fun. He forces himself not to do a double-take at the strange dead and imprisoned animals, or at the animated skeleton child. He chuckles, running his tongue over his fangs in a predatory grin before padding softly into the bar, his black and silver waist-length cloak billowing noiselessly behind him. He takes a seat close to two of the male humans and smiles again, gesturing at the BT.
Almost immediately, the BT sets a fluted glass of Miruvin in front of him. He picks the flute up and swirls the silvery liquid around the glass before taking a deep drink. "Mmm...been too long." He nods again at the BT, leaning against the bar to take in the eye-candy around him.
