Destructive X Berserker = Regret

[xykel]

'As much as I absolutely hate to admit it,' the pretty thin boy with waving raven black hair thought as he raced nimbly over the rough sandstone paths on his quick bare feet, 'Elixean's dead and gone, which means I'm alone in the world once again.' A small shard of hope flared somewhere back in his head. 'At least I don't have to obey my stupid curfew anymore.'

He heard the clank of silver, slim scimitars and angry barks of mens' rage behind him, and he winced shortly, holding his chest tightly with both arms. He'd fallen and been injured fairly badly because he'd tried climbing the castle's pretty white walls, and when he'd made it to the top he'd accidentally pushed one of the guards off and, consequently, killed him. So someone had pushed him off, and he'd landed on top of a little curio stand and been cut by one of the wooden supports. It kinda pissed him off that they'd pushed him.

Xykel made sure that he'd had a wardrobe change before he'd climbed the castle walls, so he'd blend a little better into society and possibly be able to escape the guard if (or, really, when) he did something stupid. He looked a lot like Aladin, really, except his bottoms were a dark gray color, and they were made of leather. His feet were bare and raw from running so quickly. Sparks flew every time his feet hit the ground. He loved running for his life.

Suddenly, however, Xykel found himself in a position he didn't like so much. He would've prefered to have been caught by the guards than face what he was facing now. He skidded to a halt, burning his feet on the path beneath him, before he crashed into a massive white dog-like creature with silver eyes. 'Aw, crap,' Xykel thought miserably, shrinking down a little. 'Furor.'

Furor narrowed his gorgeously glittering eyes. "Xykel," the massive dog chastised Xykel in a very smooth and steady voice, "you know Elixean wouldn't approve of this sort of behavior from you. She raised you much, much better than this." Xykel didn't reply, and Furor sighed deeply, closing his eyes and shaking his head sadly. "I know you're still new to this life of power, but you have rules as a member of the Organization, and the... son--" Furor cringed a little-- "of our beloved leader, you have rules to obey and obligations to fulfill."

Xykel sighed sadly and looked at his feet, feeling his breathing regulate. "I know," he replied softly. "But I don't want to be all... perfect and whatever like she was. I'm not that kind of kid."

"Perhaps Ms. Rane can convince you to do better?" Furor suggested in a half-threatening voice, his eyes light with amusement. Furor considered summoning Rane to deal with the new reckless member, but he decided it was best to let the boy learn on his own now.

[Acelix]

((The only problem with Furor's statement is that however Furor might be personality wise Rane's incapacitated, crying in the underground... But please get to the point where he has to summon her I need to integrate him into the plot...))

[xykel]

Ooc:: Alright then, sounds good with me.

Furor shook his broad head, disappointed in his former leader's son's behavior. "Fine, Xykel. I want to be patient with you, but I'll just have to resort to acting like your mother," Furor growled irritably. The massive white dog searched for a communication link with his new leader. 'Rane?' he called to her. 'We have a situation with the newest member.'

[Acelix]

Ranexe was incapacitated in The Underground, but ever sensitive to her thoughts, feelings, and telepathic links to her, Demeir jumped between to find Furor who was trying to contact his impressie desperate in hope of help for the girl. He made a big deal and attempted to press his thoughts of Ranexe's pain, her location, and the need for help.

[xykel]

Furor's ears flicked back against his head, his eyes narrowing as confusion misted in them. 'Rane is where?' he thought, blinking and shifting uneasily. 'What can I do?' he called out into the world again.

[Acelix]

((Demeir's with you do to usage of a corridor of darkness like thing... Just FYI))

Demeir, although Rane would never admit it, had not enough mental powers to describe the situation but instead continued to push images of Rane, and feelings, and a few assorted abstracts such as the over mentioned need for help, and Jareth's cruelty, he also sent the memory at Port Royal where this had all started. His presses were focused on Xykel because he wasn't impressed to him as he was to Rane, and because Furor had the telepathic link to anyone and didn't need the press. It crossed his mind that Furor could relay his thoughts to Xykel, and then he wouldn't have to press so hard. as he asked the also stream some thoughts t be sent, mainly being the coordinates to get somewhere close to Ranexe in the world and a feeling instructing to follow.