NationStates Jolt Archive

Edmund/Kungshao walked out of a secret military base deep within the Golanus Mountains. He walked through the concrete of the airstrip, his boots making loud clacking noises as he strode furiously towards a small cart. It was a grey blustery day, and the human shell Kungshao now possesed wore a black trenchcoat to protect him from the Elements

"I am so....limited here. I am only the voice of myself, so little raw power....but it will have to do.[i]" he thought to himself.

The driver looked nervously as Kungshao entered the car, he had heard the rumours, he had even heard the Dragonscream, when Kungshao came back, but it was so much to take in,he touched the amulet he wore, a depiction of Kungshao, in Dragon Form, wrapped around a blade, which hung from his neck in a silver chain. A clear Kungshaoist. Though Kungshaoists didnt neccassarily worship Kungshao, just followed his teachings, not to different from buddhism.

"S-s-sir? Are you ready?" asked the Driver nervously.

Edmund/Kungshao looked at the man, and could feel his nervousness, if he probed deeper he could even read his mind.

"Let me allay any misgivings you may have. Firstly, I am an Incarnate for a God, not [i]a God. Secondly, I cannot perform miracles or to any great degree affect this plane of existence, yes certain things I can do, things you would associate with Divinity, I'm afraid...no."

The Driver mentally persisted, he had too know...

Kungshao sighed and told the Man too look at him, he did so and Edmunds eyes began to have fire move through them internally, moving like smoke through air, than from Edmunds gut, came a deep rumbling, with a bass so deep, no other mortal could possibly have produced it....its was a Dragons growl.

"Now....can we go please?" persisted Edmund/Kungshao

The driver hit the gas, and Edmund was on his way to the port. He needed to speak to Damien..personally. There was too much at stake to lose anymore time, and the meeting had too be absolutely secret. A flight would be too easy too trace, and moving through ULE City with a military procession was just too obvious. So Kungshao opted to arrive as a worker on a fishing boat. Plain and unobvious, he would simply be another mate on the ship, working on a routine trip to the AMF port to sell some fish. But than again Kungshao did have a taste for fish when he was on Earth so long ago.

He took off his coat and put on a black beanie, he hadnt shaved in three days too heighten the effect of being an everday worker. He wore a plain shirt with plain pants and boots of course.

When he arrived, he got out of the car and his undercover security detail gave him his ID and passport under an assumed name. The fisherman on the boat didnt and wouldnt know who he is, and his contact would meet him at the port in AMF in 3 days.

"Lets just hope Damien recieved my messages......"Edmund/Kungshao thought to himself.

OOC: Tag and Bump.

Feel free to arrive unexpected, it will add a little spice to the story.

OOC: Sorry for my extended abscence, painted my house,....

IC:

Kungshao had arrived, the port was alive with the hustle and bustle of traders and fisherman. He walked through the marketplace, this time he had changed, and was an average non-descript Freek. He walked into a little tavern on the Wharf and ordered a beer, quite full from his journey, and fully enjoying the company of humans once again, Kungshao was here for much more important reasons. Now it was a matter of the waiting game for his contact.

Two hours later he walked in, from the Tersanctan Embassy, he gave him a ticket and false passport.

"This will take you to ULE City, where Damien is now, as to whether or not you are expected....remains to be seen...beware his Sentinels if they suspect you...they are very protective and loyal."

"If the Sentinels try anything with the likes of me, they are the ones who will have somehting to worry about." replied Kungshao in a very deep and raspy tone, though low enough so that noone else could hear.

He got up from the table and walked out, it would be a few miles to the train station, but he didn't mind the walk.

The One had sensed a dark presense nearby, but in this day and age, that was nothing unusual. He shrugged and went about his business, leaving Damien alone in the Great Hall (Well, there are still guards there.). It was midday, and during this time the square near the Great Hall was usually barren, for all the busybodies were out to lunch. Damein had beena t his desk reviewing his daily documents, and about every hour or so he stood up from his desk and went to stand on the balcony.

There was usually a breeze that swept down from the mountains, and it liked to manifest itself around the Great Hall, for it was a large structure. Damien inhaled and exhaled deeply, soaking in the mountain air. He noticed a lone figure walking down the sidewalk, and he was approaching the Great Hall.

Unusual for this time of day....

Kungshao had changed on the train to his normal attire. Including a Black Trenchcoat that billowed in the wind behind him his shadow stretched out in front of him, encompassing the door.

He stopped for a moment, and looked upward, on a balcony, was Damien.

The memory of Edmund kicked in, and Kungshao recieved an Image. It was when he was in Pantera so many years ago, and Damien stared him down. The raw power in his eyes..the intimidating figure of a Seven foot man....

He returned to reality, and strode forward to the Doors of the great hall.

This also brought back one of Edmunds Memories,..the Bloodlust feast....also a few years ago....

He put out his hand, and simply knocked....

"I sense a prescence other than Damiens......a....Death Dealer?" Kungshao thought.