Meddling Pixies - Bastian, Portia, Canafayin

Portia narrows her eyes at you.

Canafayin says 'I thought I detected of Kontaur Accent'

Portia says 'You don't seem well traveled then, my dear Canafayin.'

Canafayin says 'Well, I haven't been there in ages'

Canafayin raises an eyebrow at Portia.

Bastian walks in, his brown eyes quickly scanning the room.

Canafayin bows before you.

Canafayin says 'Hello good sir'

Portia growls at the sight of Bastian. "Well look who we have here. Are
you stalking me?" the fae girls asks.

Bastian smirks, looking instead at the red haired one that got away his
eyes locked onto her person, his hand moving slowly to his pocket.

Bastian turns momentarily to Canafayin, issuing his own words of
warning. 'Leave. Lest ye fare the same dismal fate as that
waitress.'

Canafayin smirks at Bastian, 'That is definitely a Northern Plains
accent'

Bastian turns back towards Portia, his head instinctively tilting as he
surveys her. 'My dear. Understand that I am here out of destiny, lest we
flatter ourselves.'

Slanted, emerald hued, eyes follow the movement of Bastian's hand and
Portia steps back. "Whatever you have in your pocket, you might want to
leave it there." The fae girl groans at Bastian's word, did he HAVE to
mention the waitress? He was so obnoxious it made her sick. Portia flutters to a nearby fountain and sits down, watching the two male pixie from above.

Bastian emits what can only be considered a laugh, the sound of bells
echoing sharply through the room. He quickly pulls forth his bow.

Portia says to you, 'Whatever is it with you? Did someone mistreat you
as a child? You might want to consider therapy with a cleric or some
such.'

You say 'I have a therapy that seems to work just fine..'

Portia's wings of pearl flutter lazily behind her as she glares at
Bastian. "I think not," she replies.

Canafayin eyes Bastian cafefully, 'What this about the waitress?'

Bastian quickly nocks a diamond tipped arrow, turning upwards towards
Portia, whispering softly, and letting the arrow fly, watching as it
gathers light and speed, rushing towards her.

Portia quickly lifts her hand and the arrow harmlessly falls to the
ground. "You are starting to bore me, whoever you might be."

Canafayin flies towards Bastian and grabs his bow, 'Stop it! We need her
alive!'

Portia wonders '"We" need her alive? For whatever would you need me alive? '

Bastian flutters back, ripping his bow from the pixie's grip. 'DO NOT
TOUCH ME!' He quickly nocks another arrow, though the tip is now of a
soft emerald. He moves quickly towards the door..

Bastian aims towards the centre of the room and lets loose his arrow,
closing his eyes, the one arrow turning to many, filling the room with a
volley of flying daggers.

Portia moves with lightening speed. One second sitting at the edge of
the fountain and in the next right behind Bastian. With a sweet but
annoyed voice, she whispers in his ears "You are too slow, catch me if
you can!" The fae girl snaps her finger and disappears.

Canafayin grumbles, 'Bloody Flying Corps, just shoot arrows at everything!'

Canafayin dodges the arrows and tries to fly back to Bastian, 'Stop shooting at me! I am a royal agent!'

Bastian fluidly moves aside, snapping his fingers. A black wolf appears
below him, bathed in shadow, a four legged beast of black, save his glimmering teeth.

Bastian points towards Canafayin, the wolf lunging. Bastian looks up,
his earring pulsating onyx. His eyes glaze over, their hue taking on a
vivid green. He flies towards the window, slamming an invisible pixie
against the glass with his forearm.

Portia shields her thoughts from Bastian, learning from their earlier
encounter but thanks to his powers he easily detects her invisibility
spell and slams right into her. The air is knocked out of Portia's lungs
for a split second but she recovers easily turning her skin flaming hot
to the touch. "How do you like that?" she asks and becomes visible
again.

Canafayin quickly dodges and flies out of the wolf's reach, he quicky
grabs his silver daggers from his boots, 'Do I have to take care of you
too? By the order of the king. I order you to yield!'

Pulling back his singed forearm, a trail of smoke trailing above it, the
pixie sneers in disgust. 'Your petty magic tricks cannot save you.' He
flips backwards towards the centre of the room, turning back to the now
armed pixie thief. 'Do not interfere. This is not a battle you wish to
meddle in. And please, save us from your illusions of the king's
grandeur. He is a fae just like the rest of us, and he too shall fall
beneath me.' Clapping his hands together, a mercurial glow surrounds his
small form, his eyes turning a surreal shade of platinum. He points a
solemn finger towards Canafayin, the wolf turning to lunge at him from
behind. Bastian quickly fires two ruby-tipped arrows towards either side
of Canafayin, their tips blazing brightly before bursting into flame. He
looks up anxiously, afraid of losing his intended target. Silly pixie.
I beg you to meddle further.

"Petty magic tricks?! I give you petty magic!" Portia thinks and makes
sure her mental barrier is lowerd for Bastian to read her thoughts. Her
usually innocent looking wings burst into flames and she descends into
the air. Her eyes turn onyx as she utters several arcane spells while
holding out her arms. Quickly she pulls them together and as soon as her
palms meet, Bastian's arrows dissolve into fine mist and a protective
shield forms around Canafayin's body. Portia could not care less if he
died or not but right now, she just wanted to "meddle" with Bastian's
plans.

Canafayin watches at the arrows dissolve and glances at Bastian and
Portia, 'You traitorous sprite! She was only wanted for questioning!
You sir are the one meddling! On who's authority do you act?'

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. The wolf, forgotten, slams into the back of
Canafayin, doing little harm, thanks to his protective enchantments, but
the force of the blow knocking him forward. With a wave of his hand,
Bastian returns the wolf to whence it came. 'You sir, know not what you
deal with. And one would appreciate it if you would leave us be. She
cannot shield you for long.' Ahhh yes. Blinking, with a slight nod, the
pixie vanishes from the room. Not invisible, just, not here. An audible
snap is still heard throughout the Village, a scream piercing the
room. He quickly returns, leading in toe two Pixie children. His smile
is sickening, his forearm slowly outstretching as he again points
towards Canafayin. The pixie children, their eyes black, and their minds
warded against any other fly towards Canafayin.

Unfortunately, Bastian was closer to the truth than Portia would like to
admit. Her powers were losing force and a light film of sweat
starts to form on her doll like features. No, she would not cave in and
with a surge of newly acquired will she holds her right arm outstretched
to keep her force field around Canafayin and her left arm to build a
portal right in front of the children. Like a vacuum, it sucks the pixie
children in and moves them back into the city…unharmed. She should
get a medal tonight for all the "good things" she had done. Suddenly,
the protective globe about Canafayin wavers and the portal collapses.
Her strength was leaving her after all. "Stop this madness!" she urges
Bastian telepathically. "What do you want from me?" Portia snaps
her fingers and the shield disappears but she moves right in front of Canafayin instead.

Canafayin tries to take off, but gets knocked down by the wolf and
lands on his head, losing one of his daggers, while the other dagger is
stuck in the ground in his hand on landing, making very vulnerable to
attack.

Crossing his arms, the pixie looks as though every part of him desires
nothing more than to stomp his feet on the ground and cry. He regains his
composure quickly however, his eyes piercing through Portia's sentient
thoughts. 'As if the answer had not already presented itself. I want
you, my dear.' He flutters back towards the door, his hand fiddling with
the unseen trinket in his pocket. 'I have nought the time nor the
patience to continue this little game of cat and mice. I come for her.
You may invoke the name of the king as much as you wish, but it shall
deter me not, for I stand under no one. This king you mention has little
to show for himself…' His powers must be great to lead a nation, powers
that shall ultimately be mine. 'Cease these childish games, Portia. Your
fate has already been written.' A frown falls over his face, his eyes…
blinking lazily with ennui. 'I tire of this nonsense. Surrender now
and your precious mind will thank you.'

Canafayin tries to take off, but gets knocked down by the wolf and lands
on his head. He says , 'I will find you Pi…' He loses conscienceness.

Portia's eyes have regained their natural green color and her wings are
once again of an innocent pearl. Lana…no, she had no strength left to
conjure her. "I will not belong to anyone," she sneers. Damp locks are
clutched to her face and she pushes them behind elongated ears. She was
mad at herself for pushing her powers to the absolute limit, leaving her
with not much left to conquer any more of his attacks. Her mind is a
whirlwind trying to figure out her next steps. She steps further away
from Bastian and cocks her head to the side. "Please, broaden my horizon
and reveal your intentions. This, you put it so perfectly, cat and mouse
game is tiring indeed."

With a heavy sigh, the aggressive fae rolls his eyes, his hue, in turn,
reverting to it's natural state. 'At the very least…' He regards
Canafayin's limp body 'the incessant meddling has ceased. You have
something I want, and I intend to get it. There stands no bargaining or
begging to save you the trouble, for it is not something you would ever,
willingly give.' She would not get any answers today. He could sense
that slight tingle of fear rise within her. The time had gone. 'Know
that I will get it.' He moves towards the oaken board, tracing his
finger across the missives. 'Granted, I had no intention of meeting you
here. Be glad of it.' A streak of gold, he makes a quick exit, leaving
Portia, once again, with his mess.

Portia wasn't one to show weakness but she was so exhausted that she
collapsed as soon as Bastian left her side. Pulling her knees in close
to her body, she wraps her arms around them and cradles her tired body.
Nothing like this has ever happened to her but mistakes were intended
for this, right? Making them and learning from it. Portia most
definitely had to learn a lot as she was not as strong as she thought.
Her eyes wander to the pixie next to her and she only shrugs her
shoulders. He'd be alright. With the last of her powers she astral's
back to her room where Lana was waiting for her. With a sigh she cuddles
close to her and falls asleep…haunted by the dark eyes of Bastian and
his threatening words.

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