Friend or Foe
Who: Baron Byron Balaz and Alice Cullen
When: Sunday, September 4th, 2010
Where: The Park, near Black Pond
What: I have come to keeelll you. Y/N ?
Rating: PG-13 to R for potential language and violence.
Status: Closed, incomplete
Though the moonlight couldn't be said to favor where it cast it's light, only the path stood out like a blue ribbon before reaching the edge of the lake--where apart from a faint, shifting glimmer--the only thing to mark the end of land and the beginning of the water was the sense of a hushed vastness, stretching out for quite an expanse in the dark. Standing a few feet from that expanse, just outlined by the moonlight snaking down the path was a tall figure more a shadow than a man. Wrapped in the colors of twilight itself, Baron Byron Balaz waited for his query to appear, senses alert to the various traps he'd set across the path leading to the lake.
Where it looked like someone had sat on a chair fishing most of the day several small, silver cylinders lay buried, so pressure sensitive that he had been forced to hover somewhat in placing them. Contained within were activators for forcefields similar to the one that had contained the campfire the night he'd met Castiel--only these were powerful enough to keep the monsters of The Frontier at bay... Which translated, in this world, to enough force to keep a herd of raging elephants that could breathe fire and dissolve titanium with their blood in one place almost indefinitely. A tripwire atoms thin but sharp and strong enough to cut through five feet of reinforced steel had been woven across the path and through a number of the trees to prevent a hasty retreat and proximity charges were hidden beyond them, creating a veritable zone of death stretching almost all the way around the lake.
If his instincts were correct and this Alice Cullen was an assassin sent by his father, Byron would not be unprepared. Although he strained to admit it, not having D with him left him at a disadvantage he didn't quite like to think about. The last few attempts had been far too close for comfort and that wasn't counting Clomo the Make-up Lover who turned people into undead puppets by bestowing his uncanny skill with a pallet and brush upon them.
If all of his traps failed, Byron still had his carriage which was equipped with all of the modifications that D had paid for to help them survive the journey to Krauhausen, and barring that there was Byron's coffin itself which was equally, if not better protected and reinforced than the carriage. Regardless, if this woman believed that Byron would be an easy target, she was in for a rather nasty surprise to the contrary.
When: Sunday, September 4th, 2010
Where: The Park, near Black Pond
What: I have come to keeelll you. Y/N ?
Rating: PG-13 to R for potential language and violence.
Status: Closed, incomplete
Though the moonlight couldn't be said to favor where it cast it's light, only the path stood out like a blue ribbon before reaching the edge of the lake--where apart from a faint, shifting glimmer--the only thing to mark the end of land and the beginning of the water was the sense of a hushed vastness, stretching out for quite an expanse in the dark. Standing a few feet from that expanse, just outlined by the moonlight snaking down the path was a tall figure more a shadow than a man. Wrapped in the colors of twilight itself, Baron Byron Balaz waited for his query to appear, senses alert to the various traps he'd set across the path leading to the lake.
Where it looked like someone had sat on a chair fishing most of the day several small, silver cylinders lay buried, so pressure sensitive that he had been forced to hover somewhat in placing them. Contained within were activators for forcefields similar to the one that had contained the campfire the night he'd met Castiel--only these were powerful enough to keep the monsters of The Frontier at bay... Which translated, in this world, to enough force to keep a herd of raging elephants that could breathe fire and dissolve titanium with their blood in one place almost indefinitely. A tripwire atoms thin but sharp and strong enough to cut through five feet of reinforced steel had been woven across the path and through a number of the trees to prevent a hasty retreat and proximity charges were hidden beyond them, creating a veritable zone of death stretching almost all the way around the lake.
If his instincts were correct and this Alice Cullen was an assassin sent by his father, Byron would not be unprepared. Although he strained to admit it, not having D with him left him at a disadvantage he didn't quite like to think about. The last few attempts had been far too close for comfort and that wasn't counting Clomo the Make-up Lover who turned people into undead puppets by bestowing his uncanny skill with a pallet and brush upon them.
If all of his traps failed, Byron still had his carriage which was equipped with all of the modifications that D had paid for to help them survive the journey to Krauhausen, and barring that there was Byron's coffin itself which was equally, if not better protected and reinforced than the carriage. Regardless, if this woman believed that Byron would be an easy target, she was in for a rather nasty surprise to the contrary.