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"No problem." Viraranaar replied, nodding.

Remy looked at Vira. “Lord Viraranaar, can I talk to you in private? You are close to Denise, so you would be the best person to talk to.”

“And don’t want my rival to hear this.” he added.

Remy turned the corner then saw Ali and Vira. “The man I want to see and the man I don’t want to see.” he said out loud. He showed his fangs at Ali. “Oh, Viraranaar, thanks for telling about Snake-Eyes. Damn good place to eat.” he said to Vira.

"And what have I done to receive such kind words from you," Ali smiled.

“You’re my rival, Mr. Ali.” said Remy. “We are both trying to win the heart of the lovely Denise. Aren’t we?”

"Alright." Viraranaar said, his face behind his mask a slight tingle of uncertainty. Walking over a bit, he asked quietly. "What do you want?"

"Alright." Viraranaar said, his face behind his mask a slight tingle of uncertainty. Walking over a bit, he asked quietly. "What do you want?"

He walked away from Ali without him answering him. “Need to know everything about Denise’s uncle.” he said quietly. “Had strange meeting at a club with him. He wants your diary and I want to know why.”

"Ah. Seems a dilemma that your 'rival' seems to have as well. I will tell you what I have told him - my diary is too dangerous for Aulocos to have. It could countless numbers of lives if it is in the hands of the wrong people. Aulocos, for all I know, is a leper controlling a corporate empire." Viraranaar explained briefly.

“You’re my rival, Mr. Ali.” said Remy. “We are both trying to win the heart of the lovely Denise. Aren’t we?”

"You may see it as that," Ali responded, "I however, do not see us as rivals and I wish you the best of luck," he finished as they walked away and Ali sat down in a chair in another room.

“Why don’t you telling him that?” asked Remy. “If you really care for Denise like a father want, why don’t you tell her uncle that. I know he is sick, real sick.”

“I smelled in his blood.” he said. He looked into his eyes, “You will tell me everything you know.” Remy’s hypnotic charm on full drive, now.

While the charm did work full on Viraranaar, the priest was notorious for finding loopholes. "Everything you know." He said.

“Well, tell me where you dairy is at.” said Remy. He looked back and saw no Ali or the room they were in. If Vira want to play games, don’t play games with a vampire. Because they do have hostile side, if they don’t get what they want. And the Cajun playboy had a big one.

"In Jenrak." Viraranaar said, seemingly drenched, hypnotised.

Remy smiled. “Smart ass, priest.” he said. “I know the book would be in Jenrak. Tell where it is in Jenrak.”

"What's going on?" Ashili said, awakened by the noise, her eyes barely open, looking at the odd scene - Remy, smiling at Viraranaar as the priest seemed to be a goofy manner, and Ali was nowhere in sight.

"Oh just what seems to be a friendly chat between a vampire and a priest," Ali said sarcastically as he popped up behind her. "I am sure Remy wouldn't be stupid enough to anything... well... stupid."

“I’m trying to get some info out of Viraranaar.” said Remy to Ashili. His hold was still in control of Vira. He looked back at him. “Tell why you would not tell Aulocos the reason you can’t give him the cure.” Remy didn't look at Ali.

"He'll kill us all with his damn touching." Viraranaar said.

Ashili was a little surprised, but readjusted. "Well, Remy won't get much out of Viraranaar. He's cryptic, sarcastic, and hard to work with. And are you talking about Denise's uncle Aulocos?"

“Well tell him that then.” said Remy in anger tone. His hold was loss but Remy was going to make point. Remy was only focused on Vira, not listening to Ashili or Ali. “She is the only person in her life of her bloodline.”

"And you want another Territurari? Are you mad?" Viraranaar said in outrage.

"Aulocos isn't a bad guy. He saved your life in the battle of Igodarth and Rephalim, remember?" Ashili argued.

Viraranaar bit his lip. "Fine! Then give it to him! It's with you, Ashili." He pointed to her accusingly.

"Save the drama, father." She said, bored and tired.

Remy got what he want and turned his back to Vira. “Thanks.” he said looking at the floor. “I will tell him that he'll kill all of y’all with his touching.” He looked up at Ashili and asked “How would you have it, if it is his diary?”

Father, eh? Ali commented, the significant fact passing by Remy without a second thought. Very interesting...

"It would seem that it is in her possession, no?" Ali said.

"Strange. It must not have his name on it, if Ashili did not know she had it." said Remy.

He looked over at Ali and read the facial expression on his face. "Lord Viraranaar is a priest. So, that is why Ashili called him father. But I hope you knew that." he said to him.

"Ah - I am not familiar with the religion here, or many for that matter..." Ali replied, waiting for the debacle to continue.

"I don't have your diary." Ashili said innocently.

"It's the fourth chapter of Herrissian's. It was my written work." Viraranaar explained.

“Damn! You’re a tricky one, Viraranaar.” said Remy with surprised look across of his handsome face. “I would have never thought it would be that close to me.”

Tezekilth dodged the attack, but the sheer speed of his movement snapped his arm off as he moved too quickly, a disappointed but gruelling look on his face as he flung his whip aside and lashed forwards, his right arm reaching across.

Eddie looked at the fact that Tezekilth's arm had snapped off. Tossing the scythe to the side, he grabbed at Tezekilth's hand and attempted an ippon seoi nage, or one handed shoulder throw, on the lunging man.

ooc: Apologies for not replying sooner.

OOC: No worries.
IC:

Tezekilth flew, and landed in the sand, before groaning. "I'm getting sick of this. Kill the man." He commanded to what seemed like thin air, before a glaring flare rose up brightly in the sky, soldiers donned in black armour and uniform coming over the cliffs and bushes, staring down at them.

"You can miss alot of things here." Viraranaar reasoned.

Tezekilth flew, and landed in the sand, before groaning. "I'm getting sick of this. Kill the man." He commanded to what seemed like thin air, before a glaring flare rose up brightly in the sky, soldiers donned in black armour and uniform coming over the cliffs and bushes, staring down at them.

"Didn't we agree to do this one on one?" Eddie asked as he pulled out a number of thin, razor sharp knives and began hurling them with a great deal of accuracy at the throats, and femoral arteries of the soldiers. As the femoral artery was one of the major ones, those that got hit there would be shuffling off the mortal coil rather quickly.

Jenrakian armour was well aware of attacks to all vital parts of the throat, and the soldiers were as well. Defending their spots, the soldiers advanced slowly, firing at the thrown knifes with unerring accuracy.

"You don't trust a man of my position. Now, leave." Tezekilth said, straightening his dirtied tie, as his soldiers moved forwards on his command.

"If you wish for me to leave you alone, then so be it." Eddie replied as he grabbed his scythe and collapsed it.

Tezekitlh watched in surprise, looking at him, as the zombie-man walked over and took his fallen arm, laying helpless on the ground. "We need to go and find our Lord." He said to the soldiers, whom nodded.

Eddie grabbed his pistols and headed back into town.

Chapter 2. Just continues things over there:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=470415

*Chapter 1 comes to an end as the curtain falls to roaring applause*