The Absolutely Fantastic Fight Club

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-Spawn

IC: Jolek said nothing, only nodding grimly.

IC: Maglod didn't say anything. His expression remained unchanged, emotionless, somewhat steely as he continued looking outside the window. Shiarra moved up towards him, nudged him and spoke to him in a low voice, so no one but he would hear. "Are you sure on what you're doing? That's the voice of reason talking, in a great many voices. Some of them in your head, some are ours," she pointed first to his forehead, and then back over her shoulder. "And mine," she moved slightly closer, and to her surprise discovered Maglod did not bother moving away.

His expression remained unchanged, however. In fact, it became even more steely.

"And is my voice not of reason?"

"Of course it is. I just want to know that what you say is also what you think. Unbiased, because you had a nightmare and don't want to accept the possibility of prophetic dreams and visions."

Maglod turned at her and spoke, in Maenhish, his face cold and steely. "Aenmeigh hennain melath, neantrill anlath, ilmil melath ennin te."

"Is that what you think, or what you have taught yourself to remain safe from the world?" she asked, her voice becoming just as laced with metal. "I think differently. My motto is, "Cenneth cair annan, n'teilmil.""

He smiled, a sad, or rather, brutal smile. The smile of a warrior so tortured in battle that he felt no little enjoyment finally taking down the enemy army's general. "I'd rather remain safe closed within myself than remain unsafe closed within myself," he said with a hiss, his words resounding cruelly in Shiarra's mind as Maglod turned back to his window. Her face blank and not showing any signs of hurt, but inside virtually crying, she returned to the bench.

IC: The altercation was not lost on Jolek.

He couldn't understand some of the words, but the tone was all too clear.

Fighting to maintain composure and not glare daggers into the back of Maglod's head, he walked over to the she elf, standing before her.

His eyes told her everything.

What the hell was all that about?

OOC: Guys let's not notice Shiarra's missing for a while due to the semichaos and stuff I'll tell you when you can do that

IC: Maglod slowly drew both of his weapons, his Galil in his left hand, and his falchion in his right.

"I have nothing against the idea," he spoke, in a calm, controlled voice. "Let's go, guys."

IC: "Involved?" Jolek asked, as he gripped his longsword.

"In what? Does this have somethin' to do with my parents' time in the military?" he asked, in an even, yet suspicious tone.

"Your parents are-?"

"Both honorably discharged after twenty-odd years of service." Jolek said, glancing at her before meeting Enrico's gaze once more.

"So, I know they've both been hiding some things from me. Would this have anything to do with it? Someone in his immediate family served as well, didn't they? Me and Dad've both seen him shoot. The way he goes about it suggests military training, albiet we know he wasn't drafted, being too young. So the only logical explanation is that he was trained by someone who's recieved first-hand training and decided to pass it on to him." Jolek said, awaiting the response to his deductions.


OOC: observant jolek is observant

IC: "Not much," Jolek admitted with a sigh, rubbing his temples as he began to conjure up whatever he could.

"The WARLOCK Program was a government funded project for producing super-soldiers. The details are a pretty hazy and kept pretty secretive, but from what I've heard, the idea was to genetically modify human beings, and expose them to some sort of odd radiation which became infused into their cells. The result were warriors that, while still as physically capable as the known upper limits for a human, were also powerful mages and Psychics, far beyond anyone else in their capabilities."

He glanced up at the elder Shaddix, awaiting the reply.

"Sounds like something you'd find in Final Fantasy..." Claire muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, sounds like the concept was taken straight outta Crisis Core, eh?" Jolek laughed, flashing her an approving grin before returning to his "srs bsns mode".

IC: "I suppose that my parents are part of a more physically-inclined branch of the program, seeing as I have none of these mental capabilities? Or am I just a late bloomer?" Jolek asked.

IC: Jolek glanced around.

"Wait a minute. Where's Shiarra?"