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Post by Soprano on Oct 18, 2010 23:12:36 GMT -6
Once they had reached camp, Sergio knew they had to talk to Conall. There was no other way around it and if he had given them that mission, he would want to know why they were back so soon and would want a report and possibly to find out what Camille knew about Dante. He walked right up to the guards in front of the leader’s tent.
“I’m here ta speak wif Conall,” he said.
They both stared at him until one finally said, “He’s been looking for you all day.”
Sergio rubbed his forehead a little, “Tha’s why I’m here.”
They shrugged at one another and allowed him and Camille to pass through. Sergio passed them and entered into the tent where Lita and Conall were conversing. They both stared at him for a second before saying anything.
“Where n’tha hell have ya been, boy?!” thundered Conall.
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Post by lillium on Oct 18, 2010 23:35:12 GMT -6
Camille blinked, and then narrowed her eyes. Hmm. Everyone had been asking them where they had been on the way over here. It was strange, really. After all, Conall had sent them, so why was he angry with Sergio? He had been the one who had sent them. This just. . Didn't seem right. It didn't seem right at all. Hopefully, there wouldn't be another lust demon festival, but Camille didn't think it was that sort of "not right" feeling.
"You sent us on a stakeout," Camille said, keeping her voice level and trying not to appear frustrated. "A day ago." Unless, of course, it hadn't been Conall. That thought crossed Camille's mind. But who could it be? Who could transform into Conall and make him tell them to go and kill themselves?
The thought of it being a succubus didn't cross Camille's mind. After all, all succubae did was eat souls, or at least that's what she thought.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 18, 2010 23:52:35 GMT -6
Conall blinked at Camille for a second. He didn’t seem to understand.
“I dinnae send ye anyplace, lass,” he said, “This is a mite worse than I thought.”
Sergio kind of figured Conall didn’t tell them to go anywhere. It was too… unlikely.
“We ended up inna lust demon ritual,” he said sheepishly.
Conall stared at Sergio long and hard for a second, “Gods! Ye’re still alive te tell the tale!”
Sergio scratched his head slightly. A good running tactic couldn’t be beat sometimes. He was just glad he actually ran everyday.
“Well? What in the layers’a hell happened to ye?” he demanded.
“Someone that looked like ya told us ta go,” Sergio said, “Apparently ya didn’t.”
Conall and Lita exchanged a glance. This wasn’t good. There was apparently a shape shifter on the loose because no one looked enough like Conall to pass as him. That meant several things, lots of bad things.
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Post by lillium on Oct 19, 2010 21:25:38 GMT -6
Camille frowned. Of course he hadn't, but she had wanted to hear it from him first before running around like a chicken with its head cut off and making assumptions that would turn out to be untrue. So she stood there and listened while Sergio and Conall spoke, before waiting until they paused to say anything.
"I think whoever sent us was trying to kill us. . And make sure that we were dead, very dead," Camille said after a second. It was obvious, of course. But it seemed as though it had been them specifically. "Because Asmodai was there." Camille took a breath. That had just been creepy. Really, really creepy. Spending the day waiting had been bad enough, but then when the demons had actually showed up. . And how quickly they'd been detected, and how quickly the demons had shown up to eat their souls.
They really had been the only ones who could survive that, huh?
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Post by Soprano on Oct 20, 2010 16:15:52 GMT -6
“Asmodai?” cried Lita, “Lass, ye cannae be sure, can ye be sure?’
They both looked rather surprised and flustered. Asmodai was a big deal if he was on the surface. That meant several things. Segio shifted uncomfortably. He hadn’t known that was a big deal. He didn’t remember who Asmodai was until Camille mentioned something; he was being thick again.
Conall looked at Lita with his eyebrows drawn together, then at Sergio, then Camille, then back at Sergio.
“Do ye think that Dante has summat to do with this?” he asked.
Sergio nodded, “Considerin’ we had to leave because o’ him, yeah.”
Conall frowned. This wasn’t good. He didn’t know the situation that caused them to want to leave or how it was that someone who looked like him had sent them to their apparent dooms.
“Ye’re both alright?” asked Lita finally, “If ye need’n anything, please, let me know.”
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Post by lillium on Oct 20, 2010 17:13:12 GMT -6
"Well," Camille began, "He was 20 feet tall, seemed to be heading the meeting, and called all of the demons there his subjects. Sergio told me he thought it was Asmodai, too, when he first showed up." She looked over at Sergio for a second before looking back at Lita.
Camille nodded in agreement with Sergio when he said that he thought Dante had something to do with it. She wondered who would be able to trick them into thinking they were Conall. . Well, couldn't succubae shapeshift? Camille blinked. And hadn't there been a succubus that she hadn't seen Dante try to kill? Nah, succubae just cared about eating souls. That was it. Dante might be a complete dick, but he wouldn't do anything with a succubus. Anyway, she reasoned, if he had, he wouldn't have a soul anymore.
So that couldn't be it.
"I'm fine," Camille said, before remembering she was bleeding. "Well, actually. I need a bandage. . But that's it."
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Post by Soprano on Oct 20, 2010 19:36:28 GMT -6
Lita walked out of the room when Camille said she needed a bandage. She’d bring one back.
Sergio hit himself in the forehead. Adrenaline didn’t make one think clearly, that was right, he had said so. Conall grit his teeth.
“We cannae let ‘im know we’re onta him,” he said, “Not until we can have some proof and maybe a solution.”
Sergio nodded, “What do we do until then?”
Conall shook his head, “What did ye do in the first place?”
Sergio glanced at Camille, knowing that it was kind of both of their faults she had gotten caught eavesdropping. Not that he hadn’t done a lot of the same himself.
“We were eavesdroppin’ on him,” he said, “We got caught.”
At least that way he didn’t make it sound like it was completely Camille’s fault, especially since it wasn’t.
“Ye have been listening to him as well, lass?” Conall asked her, “What d’ye know?”
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Post by lillium on Oct 20, 2010 19:53:03 GMT -6
"A little," Camille admitted, glancing over at Sergio. She wasn't mad at him. Actually, she was just grateful he'd worded it so it hadn't seemed like her fault entirely. She had been expecting Conall to be angry with them. . But he wasn't. Well, she remembered that Sergio had told her that Conall was on to Dante. Thought he was doing something strange. That made sense to Camille, and she expected that he'd want all the help he could get. .
. . Which was why, Camille suddenly realized, he'd assigned her to train under Dante. Well. It wasn't a realization, but it was a hunch. It seemed like she was having a lot of those these days. But really, Conall's trick was common throughout history. Send someone younger to spy. Mao had done it during the Cultural Revolution, for example.
"Well," Camille began, "All I gathered was that he has some mysterious lover or something. But I can't imagine who in the Seidhrfolk would sleep with him. . Isn't everyone mostly afraid of him?"
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Post by Soprano on Oct 20, 2010 20:09:40 GMT -6
Sergio could sense that Camille wasn’t angry with that explanation. He very nearly breathed in relief. The more allies he had, the more likely he would be successful in his spying endeavor. Conall listened to Camille intendly, listening with a blank expression until she was finished.
“Yeah, mostly people avoid ‘im like that plague,” commented Sergio, “And I saw a scantily clad woman running out of his tent one night.”
He hadn’t reported that yet, he wanted to make sure it wasn’t Camille. He didn’t think it was, but it was better to go in with all the facts instead of half of them. He left out the part where the woman looked like Camille. He figured she didn’t want people to know and if they did, she could say.
Conall scratched his beard, “I dinnea know what to make of that,” he admitted, “Le’s stand by and wait for more info, right?”
Lita returned to the tent with a roll of bandages. She offered it to Camille, “Or do you want me to put it on?”
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Post by lillium on Oct 20, 2010 20:23:05 GMT -6
Camille frowned when Sergio mentioned the half naked lady, but she didn't say anything. She really didn't want to tell people about how a succubus had turned into her form and tried to seduce Dante as her. It was awkward, disturbing, and embarrassing, and so Camille was not about to tell anyone anytime soon. So Camille was also grateful Sergio had left out the part about that scantily clad woman looking exactly like her. It had been very disturbing.
"That sounds good," Camille said, nodding. She didn't really want to do anything quite yet. After all, Dante sort of wanted to kill her and Sergio. She felt dread piling up in her stomach again, except it wasn't the kind where lust demons were trying to eat the souls of you and your friend. It was more like the 'oh shit I am going to get beat up' type of dread.
Camille turned to Lita and accepted the bandage. "No thanks, I can do it," she said.
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