For(get) the Past {Jaxon}

[REN SHADEWEAVER]

Date: November 20th 2008
Tag(s): Jaxon

"They say the past in danger of being forgotten is the most precious, no matter how it's importance was scaled when it was present. The memories we cling to matter most when we have to let go..." - Anonymous.

Night fell over the grand and bustling city of New York, life blooming greater in the absence of the sun in an unnatural way. Humanity seemed to thrive in these hours, more nefarious and evil than ever. It was something that Ren found herself pondering this evening as she wandered the darkened, deserted streets of the industrial district. Her footsteps fell quietly along the pavement as the handmaiden headed toward an old and abandoned warehouse. She was clad in black from head to toe, her once usual bright and angelic garments substituted with dark linen pants, flexible, soft heeled leather boots, a coal wrap coat with long sleeves and hem, and a silky matching scarf around her pale hair and mouth. The reason for this change in dress was to assist her in her mission tonight, a delicate matter that may require stealth, swift action, and possibly even blood.

This mission in question was to retrieve a specific book that had somehow found it's way in to human hands. The book was of no magical kind, nor did it hold any great secrets. It was a history book, little more than a student's guide to the rise and life of elven kind. It was on the request of the royal family that the book be recovered, a small yet sacred piece of their past. So few texts remained with them now since the loss of Bethmoora, so much glory fading away with the ages. Ren was often tasked with retrieval of historical items and relics, being so careful and quick, but the fact that the item wasn't of value centuries upon centuries ago, made gold only by their terrible plight in these days... It saddened the elven woman.

Despite the sad desperation, Ren made significant progress in her attempt to get the book back. She managed to track down and contact the human that had it, and convince him to meet in secret. Though the human appeared to be hardly a threat, they were often a deceptive kind, foul and untrustworthy in Ren's eyes. Because of this, she took caution, and enlisted the help of one particular elven agent... Jaxon. He worked closely for Nuada and the other members of the elven court, and had a reputation for skill and charisma. Ren met the male a few times before, though she never stayed long in his presence, let alone speak to him.

Ren stopped before a great, vacated building, a good few yards from the main door. She wouldn't enter until her partner for the job would show, and when she looked at a pocket watch, Ren found she had a good ten minutes or so until the human would be in the warehouse. So there Ren waited, glancing up over the building at the bright autumn moon.

[JAXON FLEETER]

here kitty kitty, now dont be shy

feel me in the inside of the, faintest trace of sound

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] THE DARKNESS AROUND The soft noir fabric which dressed the stairs could almost be felt through the expensive, thin soled shoes which, aside from being a dirty brown colour, were heavy which was the reason he clutched the silver railing which spiralled down into the basement far from the grumbling traffic above. His moist hands slid down the support with so little resistance that both could have been liquids. The long cobalt trouser of his suit hardly creased as each foot smoothly found the step below in turn. Sadly he had to dress up for these humans he was to meet, and the norm of leather was no where to be seen, His heart and the deep, thudding drumbeat had become one, both echoing in every hollow part of his body and rattling his ribcage. His greens eyes remained fixed ahead upon the fabric covered walls as he continued to descend into the darkening depths; a thick heat came over him with a sweat inducing humidity- it must have been nearly full tonight. The white of his shirt and the railing turned neon blue under the ultraviolet, his vision blurring gently as the contact lens over his green irises adapted. This was, if he were to get… over excited, over emotional be it anger or anything else the colour of his irises would morph into a haunting hellebore white, which to humans might freak them out. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs he checked his watch. The green flashed 7.43. His fingers slipped over the lid of the flask as he struggled to remove the lid. The liquid stung all the way down and his nervous system replied with a spinal shiver then the feeling of his head filling with air and attempting to float away like a zeppelin lifted by the most gentile of breezes. Inhale a deep breath of thick sweaty air. Hold. Exhale. His watch flashed. 7:44. 'Fifteen minuets' he thought as he pushed through the silky door curtains and out onto a raised platform. Blue and green flat triangles of laser glided over the dance floor which stretched at least fifty metres in front of him. The crowd that filled it moved like a single organism, breathing and exhaling to the pounding music; the strobes making it look like a series of photographs. Surrounding the writhing creature, separated by slight elevation and black barricade, were perfect white tables which wouldn't look out of place in a muti-Michelin-stared restaurant around which sat professional looking men in business like attire all with greying hair; their cold tired eyes staring down upon the scantily clad youths, soaked with sweat as if trying to absorb their energy and renew their life-force. The DJ, embraced by multi-coloured smoke, held up a hand as the music dropped away. The crowd replied in turn. The lights died and a ticking noise emerged. The panting and ticking was all that could be heard. It felt like minutes. But then the DJ dropped his hand and the base kicked in, heavier than ever, accompanied by the rest and the frantically flashing strobes and beams of laser which cut through the artificial smoke. The sea returned to life. The man stepped down the stairs to his right and walked unnoticed through the nucleated diners as they starred in jealous awe. Jaxon made his way all the way round, his eyes always focused on the darkness ahead. Each flash creating a new, permanent image in his head; each sparking a thousand different ideas until one shines brighter. It seemed after much alcohol simmered in his system finally it was having its effects. He needed to be with Ren he noted, knowing full well the mission at hand. He’d get there… in time. Sometimes just the stinking pit of humans was a corruption enough to satisfy his needs to wash away and thoughts and woes on Bethmoora and its stupid elves. Only did Nuada, who frankly wasn’t Jaxon’s cup a tea anyway, was the one who had some ideas that linked in with his own. Finally, a swift move and he melted into a line of smoke, a darkness that spread over the dance floor. He weaved in and out of the bodies that lingered in bodily fluid. In a second, his form was out in the open again, the fresh air stinging his senses with iron lined knives dipped in copper. From the maul of black his shape reformed into his elven body, green eyes sparkling from the moons sadistic gaze to then settle on Ren who, like he anticipated was eagerly waiting. Slowly, heavy soles stepped towards her, his face then hovering over her shoulder before his Irish accent lowered devilishly to her eardrum. “Bonjour Cherie, I dare say we should stop meeting like this. Gotta say lass, you know the right atmosphere in which to tingle my taste buds.” He spun around, meeting her full on now, standing mere inchs from her body. “So..-hic- Excuse me. The humans?” #### WORDS 812 , TAG REN , MUSE CAGE THE ELEPHANT - WICKED

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[REN SHADEWEAVER]

Ren looked on fondly at the fall moon, it was rather bright tonight. She was so distracted by the thought and sight, that she couldn't have possibly been alert to Jaxon's approach. It wasn't that his shadow form was easy to sense anyway, but Ren was fairly in tune with her surroundings most of the time. So his closeness behind her, speaking softly in a lover's way to her ear came as a surprise, one that would have alarmed her if she hadn't recognized it. It was quite uncomfortable for the woman, being so strict on her personal space, almost like being phobic of closeness. Ren couldn't help that her skin shuddered in response, perhaps it was the way that his charisma truly effected her that made her so terrified. She had hardly a moment to speak before he slid in front of her, facing her with an inquiry about the task at hand. Pulling down the black, silky scarf around her neck, Ren composed herself, making eye contact with him.

"The human agreed to meet here... In this warehouse. He claims he will bring the book, and come alone. From what I have gathered, he is merely some book worm that has randomly acquired it."

Ren took out her pocket watch again to check the time. Only two minutes before the man would arrive, it would be proper to enter soon. Looking back at Jaxon, she raised a brow, his daring, charismatic attitude was certainly trying on her. But Ren had a reputation to be quite cold, unresponsive, as if his opposite in behavior. But another thing caught her attention aside from his playful gaze and proximity. The male reeked of alcohol, as Ren could sensitively smell the stuff from his breath. She sighed softly, concerned that it would effect Jaxon's usefulness in the mission in some way, minute or disastrous. Sternly, Ren took a hold of his chin with her right hand, looking his eyes over. She didn't enjoy the contact, nor did she want him to feel satisfied or get any silly ideas from it.

"You've been indulging in drink, quite carelessly I see. I would hope that it does not hinder you in this task we have, Jaxon."

She let go, glancing past him at the warehouse door. Time was short. They would have to deal with it quickly, efficiently, and carefully. Ren shook her head and moved past him, motioning for Jaxon to follow her to the door, which she'd pull open with a gentle creak of the rusted metal. The interior wasn't completely dark, but it had some eerie shadows cast all about. Streetlights surrounding the exterior helped illuminate through some windows, while the bright moon lit up the skylight. Ren slowly entered, looking left and right around the area. So far, there wasn't anyone else inside, from what could be seen. She proceeded further, making a stop just below the skylight, where things were most visible.

Not long after, a human male made his appearance. A rather dorky, desk-type fellow came forward with a book-shaped object wrapped in cheap cloth. He adjusted his glasses, shaking somewhat as he came closer to Ren, who turned to face the fearful human. Silently she held out her hand for the book. The human hesitated, looking all around, offering his apologies as he finally passed it on.

"F-forgive me..." He stuttered, and fled as Ren turned away to inspect the parcel.

Ren tore away the wrapping expecting to find what they came for, but only to be disappointed. It was false, the book was simply some silly decoy, which Ren dropped in anger and shock. She turned back to where the human fled with the intent to chase him, but was sharply interrupted by the faint sound of others lurking about in the dark. They had truly been deceived, sold out by the wimp to whomever watched them now. With incredible sense, Ren narrowly missed a flying dart from the shadows.

"Jaxon! It's an ambush!"

[THE STAFF]

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