He smirked fully now. <span style='color:purple'>MmmmHmm... Paushlatt Nudek.</span> He said, raising his left hand to shake Tekettsio's own, releasing the magic binding the wrist together as soon as he took it, taking a sip from his drink with an amused smile. He looked at Tek for a second, wondering when he was going to get his hand back. but then again, at the particular moment he didn't need it so much. He looked up at Tek and grinned fully. <span style='color:purple'>Don't get any ideas.</span> he repeated sternly, this time with a minorly joking undertone. His ears perked up suddenly and he scowled at his drink for a moment, then smirked. <span style='color:purple'>be proud, kid. you pacified one of the most dangerous 'dragons alive. er... so to speak, I guess.</span>
His lightly feathered ears flicked forward as he took Paushlatt's hand. Inspecting it curiously, he played with each fleshless finger. "Some sense of humor you've got. And as for the pacifying, it wasn't anything a little common sense couldn't handle." He placed the skeletal hand flat against his own left palm, aligning the digits. Then he slowly closed his hand, manipulating the hand along with it. It was a curious gesture, and something about it had the thill's mind working. Then, as if he suddenly grew bored with it, he slid the bony thing down the the bar toward Paushlatt. Propping an elbow on the bar, he perched his chin on his hand daintily, and quirked an eyebrow. "You into tattoos?"
<span style='color:purple'>Yes, in fact...</span> he said, removing his right sleeve to show it, covered in its complex intertwining rune patterns from his palm to up and away under his shirt. <span style='color:purple'>Its pretty stylish, eh?</span> he said, flexing his lightly muscular arm experimentaly, before taking his hand and holding it into its place for a bit, before letting it go and moving his wrist in a circle. <span style='color:purple'>I can remove my entire left arm, if need be.</span> he said with a grin, replacing glove and sleeve on his right arm.
Tek's golden eyes seemed to gleam a little bit brighter at the sight of the marks, and he leaned closer to examine every last detail. His own pelt was covered in tattoos, silvery etchings of runes and magical patterns. As he inspected Paushatt's tattoos, his mind worked feverishly...comparing it to the myriad of books and tomes he'd read, decoding the tattoo's origin, meaning, and purpose. "Tell me what it is. What does it mean? Who did it, and where did they learn it?" His voice was distant and deadly serious. Like he was speaking about food, and he hadn't eaten in weeks. Powerful and mystical tattoos came in all varieties, ingrained into the fabric of many cultures. But to find those with actual use and be able to copy it was a rare thing indeed, and it consumed his life.
<span style='color:purple'>its a simple spell, all in all... its just a necromantic spell to raise a person from the dead, here...</span> he said, pointing to his shoulder area. <span style='color:purple'>and here-</span> he said, pointing to his upper arm area, <span style='color:purple'>is a basic necromantic healing... never be healed by a necromancer, it hurts like hell, because you don't give them life, you move it from other body parts...</span> he grinned widely, <span style='color:purple'>this last one...</span> he said, pointing at his forearm and then at his palm, <span style='color:purple'>is a magic that can stun a 'dragon, even kill them if you can hold skin contact for long enough.</span> He said, sipping from his drink again before taking off his entire arm and using it to tap someone behind him on the shoulder, before he quickly withdrew it and snapped it on, the innocent 'dragon looking around bewildered.
"Where did you learn it? Is it of Anubi necromantic origins, or more secular? Certainly not tribal...that's quite different altogether. Hmmm..." Tek mused to himself, eyes still crawling over the vivid markings. Thoughtfully, he scratched at that newer tattoo on his face with a single claw. Leaning back against the bar then, he propped his elbows back on either side of him casually. It made for a cramped place for his wings, but he didn't mind. His mind was wandering out into the crowd, though he was still listening for Paush's reply.
<span style='color:purple'>I made them myself. its my lifes work to simplify necromancy for beginners, you see...</span> He said, sipping his drink. As soon as Tek leaned onto the bar, he took no time to edge away to the far side of his seat.
Paush's uncomfortable shift brought Tek back to reality, peeking at him out of the corner of his metallic eyes. A sly little smirk perked the edge of his mouth. "You're cute when you're nervous." He made sure to chuckle and look away immediately, otherwise Paush might think he was serious. He wasn't of course, but still couldn't help but poke at the joke. Clearing his throat, and his face of the smile, he looked back to the crowd. "Seems I've run into the right person then. I'm a beginner, looking for necromancy-made-easy. I have quite a resource as it is, with a background in dabbled tribal and Anubian magics, with a vague understanding of the rest."
<span style='color:purple'>I am in no way cute.</span> he said in an anoyed tone, not liking his taste in humor at all. <span style='color:purple'>and let me tell you, necromancy is a cursed art. I made a spell to give me strength, but...</span> he said, raising his left arm. <span style='color:purple'>I got my wish, but at a cost, you see...</span> he said, standing up, and picking up Tek with his left arm alone. He smirked and set Tek down on the stool next over, returning to his own with a slight grin on his features. <span style='color:purple'>Heh... when you are not being creepy, you are good company.</span> he said with a strange half-smirk, in such a way that one can't quite tell what he means. He sipped from the drink, looking down to find it empty now. He tapped the bar, asking for two mugs of hot water.
He listened carefully as Paush explained about the cursed nature of necromancy, nodding slowly. "That's why I haven't delved too deeply in the secular arts. Still very interested in learning about it though. Always looking to stumble upon an old tome when I can..." Being moved around suddenly had him a little leery, but he seemed to settle back down fairly quickly. "If I told you that I liked being mandhandled, would you cut that out?"
<span style='color:purple'>Mmmmm...</span> he said, in a gesture on uncaring. He leaned over and whispered to him... <span style='color:purple'>Don't get any ideas, princess.</span> he said, as a joke more than anything. as the cups arrived, he broke two tea leaves into small pieces and dropped them into each one. He pushed one to Tek, then began stirring his own with a straw.
He chuckled at the nickname, nodding his head approvingly. He gave a curious look to the cup of tea, sniffing at it a bit as he stirred. "Hey...if you start throwing me around again, I'll consider it a 'first move' on your part. I can't promise what I'll do." He laughed to himself again, and prepared to take a sip of the suspicious tea. Though the liquid may have been innocent enough, never take anything from a necromancer lightly. "So...how's about maybe helping me in my search for useful information? Seems like you'd be the type to have all kinds of ancient books on many interesting subjects." He tried the tea then, blowing to cool the steam and taking a tentative sip...
Paushlatt sipped his tea, the spicy flavor burning his tongue. <span style='color:purple'>Unfortunate enough, I own only what you see. but, I have a library in my back pocket. well over four hundred books.</span> he grinned, reaching behind his cloak and pulling out a thick book, far to large to have been there unnoticed before. He put it infront of Tek. <span style='color:purple'>My books are kept away from the touch of time. The one you've got there is ancient, for sure. probobly the last copy.</span> he said, tapping the cover. the complex lines of four runes adorned the top center of the cover, as a title. <span style='color:purple'>That, my boy, is the necromaners bible of advanced magicks.</span> he said, smirking. <span style='color:purple'>I cannot even do all of the spells in there. its ot easy, let me assure you.</span> he said, with a grin. Again, he reached behind his book, bringing out a book about six inches thick. He pushed So, you want to be a Necromancer? up to the other, tapping the cover. <span style='color:purple'>This book, you can keep. its good to get started with. all yours, kid.</span> he said with a grin. <span style='color:purple'>of course, I don't think you could even read The Necromancers bible, so its pointless to try.</span> he said, taking it and putting it away, just the way he had taken it out.
As Paush explained and showcased his library, Tek didn't say a word...but the looks he gave said it all. When the first book came out, it seemed possible that his eyebrows were gonig to shoot right off the top of his head. Then came the suspicious peering around behind to see where it could have come from. When Paush slid the other book over to him, his eyes lit up and he pulled the heavy thing into his lap. When all was said and done, Tek could only say one thing...his voice rather like that of a jealous child. "...I wanna pocket like that..."
Paush chuckled lightheartedly. <span style='color:purple'>I might be able to make you one, but it would take time to do, and I don't like to stay in one place too long...</span> he said, slowly. <span style='color:purple'>you could expect it in about a year. or... you could come along, and I'll teach you necromancy as we go. but trust me, necromancy is not only cursed, it is gruesome, too.</span> he said, nodding, and pulling a book out like before. He slapped the cover with a bang sound, and said: <span style='color:purple'>Page five-hundred and twenty four!</span> in a loud voice. the book obediently opened itself to the page it was told to. Paush pointed to the instructions on mimic making. the gruesome pictures would make some more squeemish dragons vomit, and tougher ones uneasy. <span style='color:purple'>Remove the heart of the Dragon to become the mimic with a barbed goled spike, careful to keep most of the skin in tact. Place the heart into the center of a bleeding circle, and begin the chant of damnation: Ak nu et la sau</span> he read off the list, yawning. He snapped the book closed and slid it away, sipping his tea again.
Again, those easy-going eyes of his lit with a darker nature. A slow smile crept across his lips. He considered over Paush's words, and the horrendous pictures displayed in the book. After a moment, he took a long sip of the spicy tea. "I must say, I am very intrigued. I am more of a freelancer though. I don't like staying one place, but I don't play well with others for very long either. I'm fine as long as I'm making my own way. But, if you feel like trading information as long as you're here, and see how that goes, I'm more than willing." He pondered over something, digging back in the small wealth of knowledge he'd accumulated over his short years. Turning the cup slowly in his hands, he stared off while he spoke. "There are many interesting thigns to be learned from the secrets of the Anubi, and other tribes, which is what I have been studying. Some of their more hidden magic is impressively powerful. There are even hints at ways to avoid having to make sacrifices for your gain...some of it even taking the pain of tattooing and body carving as its price."
He smirked slightly, <span style='color:purple'>I do not use sacrifice. I prefer channeling necromancy. Because of my left arm, I never need such things.</span> he said, smirking and sipping from his cup. He snickered, removed his left glove, and pointed a skeletal finger at the barkeep. all of a sudden he had a horrible panic attack, looking around fearfully. <span style='color:purple'>Fear is a tool of necromancy as much as the mimicing, creating, altering, destroying, and taking of life. fear is the external element of necromancy.</span> He said, softly.
Nekhalla had blocked out their conversation, her tormenter was a Necromancer. Oh, how she hated that woman. She was both her savior and her curse. Yet then there was Umeoral, the kind old man who's dark arts had gotten him far. Hathor had also given her Dos who was now waltzing in thru the door now hoped up on the stool next to her. She patted his head and he purred. She smiled at this and ask the server to bring him a dish of cold milk. He was so cute for being such a dangerous creature.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ack! forgot about this post</td></tr></table> Kien wasn't around half of the conversation. She'd drank her drink and heard one of her favourite song come on. She left the table and started dancing where many other pendragons were. Pity, though, that the pendragons here seem to know everyone. They might have come in groups. And those that hadn't aren't so very friendly. She swayed as the music picked its beat. Well, if she can't socialise, might as well have fun. That means more dancing and definitely more drinks.
Tek murmured an acknowledgement, listening distantly to Paush's words. He'd turned himself back toward the crowd, propping an elbow back on the bartop. The whole conversation was alot to digest, and the last round of thoughts brought up some deeper thinking. Though the tea was spicy, the warmth of it had him relaxed and aware, watching the dancers and bystanders cooly. He closed his eyes for a little while, letting the break in the conversation stand. Re-absorbing the sounds and scents around him, he wondered vaguely if it was the tea that had him in such a state, or if it was just from returning after being away from the club for so long. After a moment, he lazily opened an eye and peered over to Paush. When he spoke, his voice was flat and a little wistful. "I don't suppose you're one for much dancing, right?"
