Location: High Council room.

Dacklyn is in the council room sitting in his chair. He waits for Syn to show up for their latest meeting. They seem to be meeting here a lot. He's got a new plan though and would like to share it with her.

Synderix Ripples of shadows cascade from the slender form of Syn, she emerges in more grace than she usually has.. She has just been feasting on things prior to the meeting.. So, a happy mood she is in.. Cladded boots prance against the ground until her physique emerges to be seated upon her seat, a loll of the cranium was offered to the side as she spoke.. " What's up? "

Dacklyn says, "I think I know how to weaken Sol. We need to get him really pissed and grieved. He doesn't think when he's mad. So if we kill his heir and only grandson, I think that will do it." He's been running this conversation in his head all day. Many times it played out longer, with him toying with Syn. He's a little worried however about this one coming back to bite him. If Sol finds out Dacklyn was behind it, then Sol would waste no time coming after Dacklyn personally. It wouldn't be the first time.

Synderix She really did not enjoy how he threw in the 'we' in most things.. It ended up only being her carrying out the dirty work, but she is not complaining.. Her body followed the cranium lolling forwards as arms rest upon her lap, digits toying against the knee of Dacklyn as a arched brow shows her interest.. " Do go on.. "

Dacklyn reaches down to remove her hand from his knee. "The boy lives in Kayosia, but I doubt Kayos would care if we killed him. My spies now tell me that whatever hold Sol had on Kayos, he lost it."

Synderix A feminine chuckle emits from the depths of her physique as emerald coloured orbs, kissed by darkness, pranced against Dacklyn's own orbs.. her digits retreat their regular position as she awaited more information..

Dacklyn can tell she's waiting for him to go on, but he really didn't do his homework on this one. "He has fire innate like his grandfather, but he's very young. He should be easy to crush. He was a reporter, but recently quit his job. He lives alone in an apartment."

Synderix " Why should I kill this one anyway? Why don't you do any of the killing? " She would have him work for her killing this one.. She wasn't no one's little slave to killing this and that.. She would get something for it.. Even though they were alleys, he has yet to do something big like this for her..

Dacklyn kinda shrugs and offers a little smile. "I'll get the next one?" He doesn't want to kill Lysandra, because he's not sure he wants her dead. He doesn't kill Petter, because he's the last person that could get away with it. "I have one of my girls working this one. If you're not up to it . . . .?" His tone is meant to sound a little challenging. He's in his business mode, and his business is darkness and death. He isn't acting so shy right now.

Synderix Her body rolled back hearing 'one of his girls'.. thinking that is why he does not want to touch her as the brow still stays raised skyward watching him.. " So that is why you don't want me to touch you.. You're a pimp or something? You got all your lil' hoes runnin' around that would do shit for you? But, I betcha I can do the job faster, better, quicker, bloodier than any of 'your girls'.. "

Dacklyn his smile fades and he's not sure what to say. He hadn't meant it like that and he's not sure if he should tell her what he meant. It might be better for him if she thought he did have a lot of girls. He just shrugs at that last part. He can do the job, faster, better, quicker, and bloodier. He's sure of that. "She's just Ra'Mir."

Synderix Perhaps it would not be better for him to think he has a lot of girls.. Her spirit died, the orbs no longer show their usual spark of life as a slump comes over her body, she will no longer be the same towards anyone for heartbreak raises across her form.. Orbs fall hellwards as she does not speak to his commit.. He would be the one that continues with the conversation..

Dacklyn looks at Syn a little strangely wondering what has happened to her and what he did wrong. He does something that not many would have thought he'd have done. He reaches out to touch her. "Syn? She's just one of my followers. My boy Thalon says she's ruthless and Petter had wronged her. I just gave her permission to do what she wanted to the boy."

Synderix Her body slightly cringes at his touch.. Most of his words came as a slur.. She was still lifeless.. She would be for a while.. Cranium lolls downwards more so resting the chin against her chest as eyelids fall over the lifeless orbs.. Her thoughts continued to wander.. Wondering why she wanted him more than lust.. and wondering why he did not want her at all..

Dacklyn reaches over to put both his hands on her shoulders and try to get her to turn as much as she could to face him. "Syn? Syn are you okay?" His concern would show through in his voice. Perhaps his complex about not wanting a woman to dominate him has gotten in the way of his friendship? He considers the word. Syn wants something more, and she might get it. It'd be a shame if he lost Lysandra and never found another. Then there's only be he woman that torments him in his dreams.

Synderix Her weight was shifted more into his arms, he could feel it as warmth drained from her body, she was cold to the touch as eyes were slightly grayed over the emerald coloured as eyelids opened to merely peer at him for a moment.. then once more they closed as no words were spoken from her lips..

Dacklyn starts to jerk away from her, thinking he's absorbed her life force with his death touch, but then stops. He knows that isn't is, she was starting to act like this before he touched her. He just really doesn't know what to do to help her. He's never seen anything like this before. He'd as The Oracle, but Lysandra keeps the child as a pet, not allowing the others to seek her wisdom and visions. "Syn. You need to snap out of it. Are you trying to scare Death?" He tries to sound like he's joking, but he's really getting worried. She's been his most trusted friend this round, and he's not used to trusting evil.

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