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[Dan]

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Jode, in control at the moment, paced down the Umbran woods with his warfork hanging off his beltbuckle. Ever close to his grasp, he was ready for any monsters that were to get in his way. Earlier that evening, he had received a command from one of his masters to deliver a parcel to a new slave. She had just be inducted into the Order, and was studying about their ways at the Academy just a short walk away from the hill...

...he did not like it though, been given just a menial task as this.

Making his way out of the dead, forsaken wood, the Academy finally loomed ahead and over. Its shadow in the dusk was large, but comforting
in a way, almost as if some type of magic was watching over him as he strided towards the gate. As he opened the door and stepped through, he moved a palm over his pocket which held the parcel, and kept a sharp look at the steps ascending into the complex. One after another, he made his way to the top of the stairs, only to be halted by a slight noise at the top, from the archway his left. The firelight within revealed the shadow of a single figure, standing with little motion, to what seemed to be by herself. Ever cautious, Jode kept his hand ready on the warfork at his side, and carefully entered the room. Ahead of him, stood what appeared to be a woman in the signature slave gray robe.

Looks can be deceiving though, and that was a lesson both Dan AND Jode both knew from their knowledge of the Skulls.

Taking quiet steps, he approached the woman and looked her over while doing so. Her hair in pigtails, and of a deep blue, it was obvious she was but another corrupted to the Order's ways. Also, she seemed to be reading a book, all the while a grim expression written upon her face. Could it be regret? Jode did not know, but before he could get close enough to really tell she finally noticed his approach and looked straight at him.

"Dan?"

Jode winced at the name, and squinted his eyes to her as she pretended to recognize his face. "A friend of yours?", Jode asked to Dan, but received no answer. Jode could only assume Dan was resting, for the hopeful chance that in a moment of weakness he might use all his will to take back body. "What a fool..." he replied to the silence, hoping to get his provoke an angry response from him. There was none though, only the peace of mind. Perhaps Dan was scheming something, but that would be a case for another time.

"Dan? Who?"

Annoyed, one of Jode's rather dangerous emotions, quickly shifted his eyes to look into hers, once again the right of crimson red while the left of hazel blue. Two men, one body.

Slipping out his warfork with blazing speed, the adept assasin quickly placed his warfork sidelong against the woman's neck in a flash. Watching her closely now, a dark grin peeled onto his face as she had held her chin up from the fork. Obviously she was not the least bit ready to have her neck sliced, or was she bluffing?

After that very thought, the point of a small blade was felt at Jode's gut. Slightly shocked, his eyes glared back to the woman's face. Yes, he was shocked to have been caught off guard, but he was no afraid of a fight with her. He had taken cuts to the gut before, but to be caught off guard was simply out of Jode's character to be put in that type of situation. Disgusted, the scene brought a bad taste to his mouth as the moment lasted with each of them at "each other's throats" as they were, but what really drew hatred from Jode was the laughter that rose from his mind.

"*laughing* Do not underestimate Doireann."*

How he hated his counterpart. Dan did know things about people that Jode did not, but not that it mattered anyways. Moving his spare hand to his robe pocket in that dangerous predicament, he slipped out the parcep and held it out by dangling the wrapped string around it by his fingers. Doireann, watching, slowly placed her palm under which he dangled the strings, and caught it.

Then the two pulled back their weapons.

"My name is Jode. Do not mistake it again." he told her, in his dark and serious tone.

"And mine is Dory", she replied, matching his tone with her own.

Giving one last look to her, Jode turned to face the archway to leave the building, but had half a mind to kill her right where she stood with a meer blinding slash of his weapon. He did not though, for he could hear a woman above that he assumed could only be mistress Ceinwyn, the owner of the building.

"Another rival slave..." Jode muttered to himself as he made his exit. But deep in his mind, locked away in the new despise and bitterness in Jode's heart, his counterpart could but only laugh at what had occured that evening.