I Swear No Allegiance

[guy]

(Italicized lime green is Guy's symbiont Guy Fawkes from England. just italicized is Guy's thought life.) ]

Guy Fawkes shook Robert Catesby's hand for the first time in many years. It had been a long time since he had seen his friends. Guy was already considered a rouge and mercenary by many because he had decided to fight for Spain, and had switched allegiances from England to Spain under the reign of Queen Elizabeth. But for now, he was quite happy to be seeing old friends. However, the intensity in the look of everyone's eyes told him that Catesby was planning something, and that it might not be good. Everyone was smiling, but it was a strained smile to cover up the grave faces.

Guy was walking through the Glendonite Ruins. He didn't know what he was looking for. He just needed some peace and quiet. Guy was on his guard though; he knew that no place was safe, especially when it involved a group that remained ambiguous like the Grey Company. He could tell his symbiont was both happy and on edge about something, but Guy had more immediate problems to worry about. He stood still as he heard a low bird whistle, like the hoot of an owl, but it was broad day light, and that did not belong. He reached for his sword and began to shift into a dragon form, stopping the shift when he had wings, still looking humanoid, but with black and red wings. One could never be to careful when in a strange place.

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"My, my," a low voice said. A thickly-accented voice, something that sounded slightly exotic. The voice was more of a rumble than anything, so low it was. Out of the darkness in one of the ruins, a man stepped. He was dressed in black breeches, black boots. A slightly flamboyant white shirt. Over that, a black vest, gold embroidered around the front. His blades were hidden well, aside from the sword at his side. Kazeielan's prized rapier.

"Quite impressive," The man moved like a cat. No. Quicker. More graceful. Even more surely. And he was unsettlingly pale. Freakishly tall. Was he even human? He looked it. A very tall, very pale, extremely mysterious human. "But tell me," he said, coming to a stop on top of a boulder. He dropped down into a crouch, a hand under his chin and his elbow resting on his knee, "What brings you here? This is not a travler's path."

[guy]

(YEAH!!! Some one posted with Guy Fawkes! Thank you Kaze..., is he referring to Guy or himself though?)
Guy Fawkes looked up and saw a stranger standing on a boulder. "I was wandering around. I needed a break from the city noise, and I have always been fascinated by ruins," Guy Fawkes replied nonchalantly. He tried to smile, but the thoughts of his symbiont interrupted his own thoughts.
I just agreed to committing treason.
It always seemed to hurt a little when he heard the thoughts of his symbiont. "So if you don't mind me asking, what brings you here, wherever here is?"

[[ st r yder ]]

ooc; Of Guy. He rarely ever speaks of himself.

"I see..." he mused over this for a while. Kazeielan had expected to put the other man on guard, the way he moved so silently and appeared out of seemingly nothing. His long fingers stroked his clean-shaven jaw, tracing along those tattoos there.

"I do not bother myself with cities," he said, and that was the only explanation he planned to give. Kazeielan dropped off the massive boulder, landing silently on the ground. He watched the traveler with a peircing stare, one he did not boather to cover up as most would have.

There was a long silence before Kazeielan's voice spoke again. "One as fragile as yourself could easily get hurt here."

[guy]

(Guy doesn't wear white.... only black, red, and silver.... for future reference........)
Guy Fawkes leaned against a boulder and took off his hat. He ran his hand through his brown hair and stroked his beard as he watched the stranger gracefully leap from the boulder. Guy moved away from the rock to let the stranger see his wings. "You would call a dragon fragile?" he questioned the man.

[[ st r yder ]]

"At the moment, you are not a dragon, are you?" Kazeielan said with a low chuckle. He tossed his massive amounts of hair out of his eyes, sizing the stranger up well.

ooc: Wergh. My muse... My muse!! Sorry it's so short. Ugh. -.-

[guy]

"I'm always a dragon, even if I choose not to look like one," Guy replied. He made a flame appear in his hand and began to play with it. He loved fire, and was a pyrokinetic, who happened to be a pyromaniac. He formed the shape of a red dragon with his flames and made it fly around his head as he blew smoke rings into the air. "Appearances are often deceiving. However if you still do not believe me, I shall shift into a dragon." Guy allowed himself to complete the shift he had already begun, and became a black dragon with red markings and red around the edges of his wings and on the membrane lines. "Is that proof enough?" he asked. His voice was now deep and sounded like grating rocks.