Renard only listens halfheartedly to Ezmond's chatter as they continue to trudge through the hallways. It was always difficult for him to deal with those types of people; most likely because hearing of other people's lives made him lament his wasted childhood.
Renard stops in his tracks, and so does Ezmond presumably. His unblinking gaze fixates on the flintlock pistol (not revolver), and by extension, its long silver barrels that had been pointed at him and his ally. This was a sight he would've never expected to see; his own creation being used against him. He always thought guns were his unique trait, exclusive to him always, but this sets off his imagination and he pictures a future in which guns are the primary weapons of armies, with swords having outlived their usefulness.
This takes all of two seconds, after which Renard decides it is not worth staying in a linear hallway with a man wielding a gun at the other end of it.
He stays extremely still for a few more seconds, continuing to look them in the eyes. The silence between the duo and their enemy was going to be broken, one way or another, and it wasn't going to be pretty. It was just a question of who, and when.
Immediately Renard darts for the nearest door, dragging Ezmond with him before he can react to anything that had been going on for the past few seconds, both ducking to avoid any lead balls heading their way. Once they are safely inside, he breathes a sigh of relief, before cursing the entity.
"Bloody hell... Locked up for a millennium and already knows how to use it. Fast learner."
Renard slumps against the wall and quickly scans the contents of the room for anything interesting.
"I don't suppose you exorcists or whatever your line of work is called are equipped to deal with gun-toting lunatics," he says wryly.
"Actually-- no one ever is, except maybe if they're from the future," adds Renard hastily.
Ariel's soul remained in the hallway, his sword the only thing seen of him as it swung in the air like pendulum. By this account alone, it could have been perceived that he was feeling a little bored, but that's not really what he was feeling at all; dangling his sword in a swinging manner was just a display of his casual confidence as he prepared to confront the demon inhabiting his body.
With a growing smile on the face of his soul, he started moving down the hallway, out of the line of sight of Renard and Ezmond in the room as he approached the Demon. Even though Renard and Edmond couldn't have heard him, he spoke, knowing the demon most likely could.
"You might wanna hand my body back to me, dumb-bum. In case you haven't noticed, you're inhabiting the body of an angel, and the last time I checked, when a demon inhabits the body of an angel, things start getting unpleasant for said demon. Are you feeling the burn yet?"
"Not so!" The demon screeched with the voice of Ariel's body, "You fail in your understanding, angel - for have you forgotten the sin you committed? This body is no longer a holy vessel! It is mine to do with as I choose!"
The Demon had a point, and Ariel realized that fact to be true, but he had another card up his sleeve -
"Then prepare to have a short life, demon, because I'd rather see my body dead than see it inhabited by filth like you. And don't even think about running, you and I both know flesh can't outrun a soul."
The Demon responded with a hair raising scream and squeezed the trigger of the flintlock pistol. The blast of the gun filled the mansion and the bullet, obviously passing right through Ariel's soul, punched a hole in the door frame of the room Renard and Ezmond had entered.
"Effective!" Ariel scoffed at the Demons attack, as he raised his sword and rushed at the demon, aiming to drive the blade straight through his own heart.
The demon found no other curse of retaliation but to throw the pistol at Ariel's soul in frustration, though this attack was just as ineffective as the gun hit the floor and slid its way down the hallway floor and past the open door of the room, while the demon let out another scream and vacated Ariel's body as the blade penetrated the flesh. Fortunately, Ariel's aim was a little off, since he wasn't yet fully coordinated in soul form, and the blade entered the shoulder of his body instead of his chest. at the same time, the spirit of the Demon fled like a gust of powerful wind down the hallway and into the room where Ezmond and Renard were waiting. In an instant the demon spirit had hold of Renard, lifting him high and pinning him to the ceiling, attempting to reach in and rip Renard's soul from his vessel.
Out in the hallway, now his body was empty, Ariel's own soul was sucked immediately back inside. Straight away he felt the pain of the sword lodged in his shoulder as he yelled out in pain and dropped to the floor, wriggling about in agony while desperately trying to pull the sword free.
Boris hadn't yet divulged his Bonecrusher identity to anyone in Waise yet and it was doubtful anyone there were part of the circles that knew of said reputation, but even though his own memory may have been at fault, he doubted that, so he just grimaces down at the little, bearded man, replying;
"You sure are a creepy old man."
“I am too much man for you.” Vernon winks at Betty, indicating he is merely jesting, yet his persona shifts considerably to add; “Besides, by the aroma you’re giving off, I would suggest you have recently conceived.”
(Pandolen, please note I took a great liberty with this. Therefore, if you do not wish for your character to be with child, then I do not mind at all. Was merely a ploy to create further drama)
Vernon does pause to regard the dragon indulging in the taste of blood, before shifting a glare to Boris. “Withholding facts is not a lie. You have no idea of the powers you hold. Your scent is extremely sweet…. If you only knew of the abilities that lie waiting within you, you, and you alone, could vanquish the threat to this town. Boris… let it be known right now, for the good of yourself and all others present, you are the son of a God. It may be time for you to acknowledge that.”
He now turns his attention to Jack: “You’ve chosen your words well, Jack. The people you refer to are called The Order. I was part of them, but no more, I will no longer let them have their way with the innocent. We are spawned of a different planet. Our abilities are… natural, inborn. Each of us have our own. Some of us have many.”
Vernon regards Jacks equipment, as someone might regard the archaic tools of centuries past, than asks; “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you, Jack, of civilizations mysteriously disappearing from the face of the planet… no trace… no evidence? Now you know who is responsible. You, and many in this town, have been witness to the Order, though it be no fault of your own. Nevertheless, The Order don’t allow any witness to live. They pride themselves on secrecy. …There is no way to destroy The Order entirely, at least not here and now. But yes, there may be a way to counter their current efforts.”
He steps away from Jack, now addressing each person in the room.
“You may have heard the wolves outside. They are here to eradicate those who have witnessed the cloaked men. But they are not at all men and the wolves are merely the first wave; a relatively inconspicuous measure of attack to prevent further witnesses. Yet they are, in effect, only wolves. I assume you won’t have an issue killing wolves? But don’t get too cocky in this knowledge, the wolves don’t ride alone. We have a battle ahead of us. If their first assault fails them, they will not hesitate to deploy a second, more powerful wave.”
It may be apparent to Jack and the others in the hall at this time, Vernon has still not answered Jack’s question with any specific indication on how to counter The Order. By the look in Vernon’s eyes, it may however be clear that he lacks the faith in those present to succeed in what is needed to perform the task.
While Ei contemplated the matters at hand, Annie gives her a kiss on the cheek then walks to the entrance of the hall, one eye revealed as she peeks around the door-frame to watch her father speak.
Boris's attention is then drawn back to Vernon as he starts talking to him. What Vernon said wasn't exactly irrefutable evidence that he wasn't a big fat liar, but if Vernon was telling the truth, it kinda explained a lot of things that have happen to Boris recently: The strange appearance in the bedroom earlier, the travelling back to the past to un-kill a dragon, not to mention a few other things like the unnaturally intelligent speech he delivered to the silly crybaby dragon a few minutes ago - Hell, he himself wasn't even sure what all that jabbering was about anymore.
On account of Vernon's testimony kinda making sense, Boris really didn't have anything to reply with, he was too busy trying to wrap his mind around the implications. His jaw awkwardly shifted to one side as his eyebrows knotted together, peering thoughtfully at Vernon as he went on to talk to Jack. If it was true, if he was in fact the son of a God, then what exactly did he have to do to use those sorts of powers? He strained his mind incredibly hard, even groaning a little while trying to find something that each of those strange events had in common.
"...I sure do wish I knew the answer." He mumbled, his voice straining like someone direly constipated - and that was all it took, that was the answer - the realization was so intense that he stumbled back a couple of steps, and declared at the top of his lungs; "I wanted those things really bad and they happened!" With his eyes still pinned on Vernon, he spoke the next thought that came to mind. "The sons of Gods smell like sweet things?" Without actually wanting an answer to the question, being that it was more or less a rhetorical question, he immediately started to think of something else he wanted just as badly as the other things when the strange events happened, but only one thing came to mind at the moment: Revel Yell.
"I sure do wish I had my bone back." He told himself with pure honestly; "But at the same time, I sure don't want that dragon to die again because of it." These words were in tune with two specific thoughts he was having at the same time, imagining the dragon was still alive, and having Revel Yell in his hand again. And so it was, in the blink of an eye, Revel yell appeared in Boris's hand.
Filled with Awesome surprise and wonder, the smallest tear joy in his widening eyes, Boris held up the Bone in his hand as Vernon was completing his speech to Jack, and wasting no time he gave Jack a hefty nudge to show off his latest accomplishment.
"Hey Mr. Jack, look what Boris can do!"
Unfortunately, Boris was't the type of guy who wanted things that badly all the time, and even when he did they were usually smaller, insignificant things, like wanting a nice comfortable bed to sleep in, so being able to use this sort of power was probably not going to be a very frequent event.
While Boris is announcing his power to Jack, Sluggy didn't bother waiting for Jack to answer his earlier request, and just lunged himself off the wall and onto Jack's shoulder. "Thanks buddy!" He says, in his squeaky little voice.