The Overlords

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    "We're a group of mages; I think that explains it. After we tossed a few off the train, the rest decided to withdraw. The ghost town prior is where we met Grim." Then, Dylan corrected him at the thought of the agent's skepticism. "And yet there's no harm in preparing for unexpected situations, is there? You agents have to don't you?" He cleared his throat for the correction. "Well, it was actually on two occasions where we encountered Grim; the second ended in his death. And," Dylan continued rolling up his sleeve, "If you need proof," Dylan revealed the huge scar on his forearm from the event where he'd defended Jordan from Grim's scythe back on the chess board. It was huge, spanning from the beginning of his wrist down close to where his elbow joint resided; this was obviously the work of a single weapon, capable of creating large gashes.

    Jackson just yawned, deciding to doz in his chair, tired now.
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    Nora seemed happy and content with her orange juice. She had put her bunny on the counter next to her as she drank the juice, icing her legs.

    "I supposen you're right, it is important to be prepared," Dillon replied, conceding his poin. However, Dillon couldn't repress the shock on his face, visibly reeling from the news Dylan delivered. "K-killed Grim!? Impossible!" He barked. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "It's not alright to joke or lie about such things." He told Dylan in a low voice. "Grim has killed everyone who has even seen him. No one can even survive for a minute in direct combat with him! You can't just 'kill' Grim!" He said, before sighing. "Forgive my apprehension. Grim has plagued humanity for decades, and no one, not even other Overlords, have been able to subjugate him. The thought a motley crew of renegade mages could do what an Overlord couldn't is simply beyond comprehension." He eyed the scar. "No offense, but that scar could've been caused by anything." He replied. "And it might be proof of you battling Grim, but it wouldn't be proof of you killing it." He got up. "Excuse me for a moment," He said, leaving the room. A few minutes later, he returned, placing a small device on the table. It looked like one of those hotel bells you'd ring to alert the Clerk you were there, but it had two prods sticking out on either side, with a red gem embedded on one side. "This is a magical lie detector. It can magically determine whether you are lying and it will ring if you do so." His eyes narrowed. "Now then, would you please repeat what you said?" He asked. "This will determine whether or not you are lying."
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    OC: Oh yeah, if you're wondering how the lie detector can work in the presence of the makite, it's because this one was designed by Mr. Grey and was programmed by another overlord (probably Ranseur) to be able to block all types of magic, block certain types of magic, or block all magic while letting other types of magic through.
    Also Green, you could've replied to Polly since he asked why they were in the Capital

    Complying, Dylan took his instructions as literally as possible. "There were a few shady characters there; they just dropped on top of the cars. I suppose they planned a rendezvous in order to catch the train at that time. They were lead by an artificial mage, though I can't say much about his appearance...other than the fact that he dressed for the part of Grim. There were very little leads for us after that; we'd just happened to stumble upon a ghost town after the villains were thwarted. It was actually there on two occasions where we encountered Grim; the second ended in his death." Dylan waited for the detector to register; he held up his end of the deal, now it was the lie detectors turn to tell the truth.

    To Dillon's surprise, to the observers' surprise, to everyone's surprise, the lie detector went off as soon as Dylan mentioned 'stumbling upon the ghost town', but did not ring at the mention of Grim's death.
    It was absolutely impossible (this is actually kinda true in terms of the lie detector, it's impossible to lie to it, but there's ways around it, if you have a silver tongue) to lie in the presence of the detector, which meant, impossibly, Dylan was telling the truth. Dillon slumped forward, completely wrought with shock. The fact a trained policeman, trained for situations just as this, reacted like this was just a bare indication of the gravity of the situation right now. "So..." HE sat up, and managed to regain his composure. "So you did kill Grim...." He sighed. "If it was any other Overlord friendly with the Oligarchy, we'd have to arrest you. However, Grim was a ruthless opponent hated by all. You've done us a great service, but I'm not sure whether to commend you or condemn you. DO you know how powerful Grim was?" He asked Dylan, his voice a whisper. "IF you've the power to kill someone like him, the other Overlords will begin to wonder. Some will want you, others will seek your death. But then again, you probably already knew that." He sighed. "So you killed Grim, you beat off renegades. But you've yet to tell us who killed the passengers. Was it you, your allies, Grim, or the bandits?" He asked. "And furthermore, you have lied about the part with the ghost town. Tell me the truth." (Remember, Jacques told everyone they were going to the town for the ex[press purpose of finding Grim and killing him and/or retrieving information about Eiden from him.)

    Dylan shrugged with apathy towards the pseudo praise he was given, acting the part of arrogance. "I don't think you have a choice in the latter; in my opinion, those who beat death at his own game have, by definition, can no longer die." He chuckled a bit before rebutting with a more modest tone. "Well, we didn't stumble across the town; I was just testing the machine there. Not just I, but we actively sought out and pursued Grim. Now the passengers... I have little recollection of any such deaths; I was atop the train the entire engagement. You'll have to run some forensics if you want more of the story. But, I believe I said all I've needed to say, unless you have more questions?" With full confidence and the sheer awe he provided the agents, Dylan went ahead and leaned back in his chair, propping his legs up on the desk. Regardless of any other questions that would be asked, Dylan was a showman, and he'd just dropped the mic.

    Dillon gritted his teeth, pissed at Dylan's arrogance. Technically, he supposed, he could still arrest Dylan, but that'd go against his pledge as an Officer. He got up and quietly unlocked the cuffs on Dylan. "We're done taking your statement. I suppose you're cleared of all guilt..." He admitted begrudgingly. "Thus, you're free to go. But do know that any suspicious behavior or crime by you or your friends will not be tolerated. If we don't get you, Ferris will." Ferris was one of the Three Overlords who ran the Potomus Empire and also the one in charge of it's Police Force and dealing with Homeland Security. Dillon opened the door. "Surely you remember the way out, if you don't, I will escort you."

    "Honestly," Dylan told the agent in the same apathetic tone, "That's the only thing I'd been thinking about the entire time this interrogation was going on." He took his feet off the table and stood up, walking proudly toward the door of the interrogation room. But before he passed through the doorway, he stopped at it, holding the frame as he turned to respond to the officer's threat. "And if Ferris doesn't get us, we will get Ferris," His eyes turned serious for that moment, but quickly softened as he departed with a simple "Tah tah!", as if the latter statement was merely a joke. In any event, Dylan smiled, deciding that that was enough playing around for today; he was already on the borderline of excessive hubris. As he left the room and headed down the hallways back towards the exit, Dylan sighed with relief, recuperating back to his happy old self. Sure, he put on a show back there,
    but when he got back to the bar, it was time to celebrate.

    Jordan felt uncomfortable about anything concerning Death incarnate. "We just got off a train that was supposedly attacked by Grim... I don't think I feel any more comfortable than saying that..." Jordan sipped his root beer quietly as he faded from the subject; he obviously had some troubles in his head about Grim that were best left untouched. A clergyman... Jordan thought to himself. All this time, that is who Grim was underneath the surface. He wondered... What exactly were the Overlords? How did they come to be? And, more importantly, who did they used to be?

    Jack yawned and looked over at Jordan, "Yes, supposedly, then we stopped at a ghost town to see to the damages and casualaties, and encountered Nora." he points, he wasn't sure if he should say anything about Grim. "Were here on our own business, and i still don't know what to do with the kid." he shrugged. He didn't know hos to deal with children, nor nike the young children, Nora was right on the line though at her age.
    Nora turned to look at Jack and glared, sticking her tongue out at him, before turning back to her drink.

    For Dylan, finding the bar would be exceptionally easy, since it seemed to draw him in. It was very distinctive, very noticeable, yet many walked by it without even giving it so much as a glance. There were a few however who glancd at the BAr with a surprised look, before continuing their way. None entered it. Within one of the glass windows he'd easily see Jacques and the others talking with Polly, who was busily talking with them.
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    "What? Don't want to tell me anything? You can trust me you know, it's not like I"m in league with the Overlords or anything," Polly remarked conspiratorially. "But it's no matter to me, you're hearts all bear a heavy burden, so I won't press too much into the matter." He took Jacques's empty cup and began cleaning it. "So you guys survived an attack by Grim? You realize that basically promotes you to legends, right?" He asked them, holding up the glass to the overhead light, checking for any spots he might've missed. "It's no joke when they say no one has survived an encounter for Grim. I'm amazed you're still alive to tell the story, if he didn't get you the first time, he would've gotten you a second time. Dead men tell no tales, after all..." He began laughing loudly at that, as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Just as quickly as it began, he quickly shut up, retaining once more the look of a stoic bartender. "So you met the little one in the ghost town? Hm, interesting. I have to wonder what she was doing in a town whose denizens were killed. Was she a survivor?"
    "No, more like a Vagrant," Jacques told him. Polly nodded. "I'd offer to take her but there's no room for another permanent resident here, things are already tough enough as is." He shrugged. "Plus children don't really seem to like me. Anyways, you guys want anything else? Information? For a small price I could probably tell you a few things. I am the bartender of this world class Bar, after all~!"

    hehe. Double post.)))


    Have yawned, listening as he leaned back, wanting to sleep. The twins were nesting with a table, one could ever sat breaking it.
    Nota had finished her juice, and seemed happy enough.

    The bar door burst open as a jolly Dylan came striding in, flicking a stack of golden pieces on the counter. "Your very finest brew please!" He called to Polly. "Tonight, we celebrate!"


    "I take it the interrogation went well?-ish?" Jordan asked the Absolute Mage, not wanting to assume anything.


    "Yes, yes, the agents were very hospitable. Too bad we'll be watched from here on out."


    "Watched?" Dylan nodded.


    "I wouldn't be surprised if cameras and or spies were outside this very bar, but don't mind them; they won't confront us without heavy backup if they know what's good for them. It seems we didn't even need words to travel that far. Just being here, our presence unnerves the authority of the 3 Overlords here. They can say all they want, but inevitably, we're now a potential threat lurking in their city.

    OC: I didn't want to do anything because I was afraid it wasn't a double post and was merely masquerading as a double post and then I find out it IS a double post. WTF forums.
    Whatever, I'll reply tomorrow bc I gotta go to bed.

    "Not surprising," Polly replied as he took the money and quietly chuckled. "Don't worry about being watched, this place is really under the radar, a shame considering my great food. The Shattered Mirror is where all the great things happen." He said cheerfully. Jacques smiled. "By the way, Polly can you use magic?" He sked as Polly reached towards the very backl of his wine rack and pulled out an unmarked bottle. "Eh? me?" Polly asked. "Yeah, I suppose, but I'm nothing special." It was true, he didn't have much of an aura, even if ther e seemed to be something slightly off about it.. "Words and magic aren't my thing, I'm afraid." He admitted. "I tried to take a magic aptitude test and failed it, you know." Anyone capable of using magic or who showed magical promise usually filed for an Aptitude test with an Overlord or Mage, and if they passed, were certified to either be employed with an Overlord of their choosing and even go to college, provided they weren't conscripted or assassinated. He poured the liquid into a bottle, and slid it towards Dylan. For him, it would taste like the best thing Dylan had ever drank, as if the wine had come from the Gods, if that were ever a thing. "My finest brew, home made by me and crafted from the finest of ingredients!" Polly said cheerfully. "As for the Overlords, if you're already on theri radar you must've done something big. I'd advise stepping carefully, lest you incur their wrath." Jacques nodded. Any one of the three Overlords could take them all out singlehandedly. They were known for being poweful. Cain, who was in charge of agriculture and commerce, Ferris, in charge of Police and Homeland Security, and then there was the Commander and Chief, Kripke, who over saw the Military and Political aspects. Together the three formed the very backbone of the Potomus Empire. Alone, they might be taken out. Together, however, the three would be impossible for the mages to kill, at least with their current training, manpower, and abilities. "They shouldn't bother you as long as yhou don't make any fuss, I think." Jacques nodded. "Thanks for the advice, You gonna be at the Concert?"
    "Nah, music is a great thing but I find concerts and other conventions way too noisy for me." Polly replied. "So if you don't mind me asking, what exactly was it that caused you guys to be so well known all of a sudden? Even I barely heard of you, And I've got pretty good connections, I should think."