Post by Admin on Aug 15, 2020 2:01:37 GMT
The Calm Before (Dempsy, Fai) (Unfinished)(Everywhere Else)
(OOC: Combined threads from the previous site)
Dempsey McBurr
After a night of leading intelligence agents on a rabbit trail, Dempsey didn’t care if they were British, American, Chinese or Russian so long as they didn’t attempt to cross the magical boundary of Shangri-La. T’was easier to simply allow them to run themselves in circles than to force disorientation on these highly trained seekers but Dempsey knew what they were looking for and how they observed their surroundings. The slightest little thing could give them entry or forever send them wondering in the frozen exterior. As an agent of her majesties intelligence agency Dempsey refused to allow these spy’s their fate of being trapped in the frozen exterior of the magical barrier. He went out of his way to lead them away from Shangri-La and out of danger.
To his success the agents, that he suspected were American, finally took the bait and stepped far enough away from the barrier for Dempsey’s partner to cast the proper spell and repair any flaws in the barrier thread removing any questionable paths that could lead the spies back into the outer barrier and eventually threw the inner barrier into the sacred city.
His life in the mystical and peaceful city had not been perfect. But the xenophobic cold shoulder he first received had long since washed away. Amongst the city leaders of this Tibetan stronghold he had earned trust, and friendships. The mission to repel the American spy’s was yet another way in which he earned his keep.
But for his beautiful wife and soon to be mother of his child, Bina, she was accepted from the moment she exited the aspiration. It almost seemed like he stepped into the middle of her tribe as the only white man and was trying to take away one of their beautiful females. Except these people weren’t any relation to Bina, and far removed from Native American. Nevertheless, Dempsey appreciated the warm welcome she received and brushed off the cold shoulder offered to him.
Dempsey grinned at his partner as the man finished the spell perfecting the outer barrier shield and redundant path markers insuring one never stepped foot inside the city even if they found themselves on the other side. For Dempsey the magic was purely novel, but he was not allowed to learn its origin nor its duplication. For his own honor he never attempted to tap into the weave or eavesdrop on the cantation.
No matter how much he felt like an outsider, and was reminded everyday amongst them, Dempsey grew attached to the mentality and peace of their existence. Honor bound and governed, the people worked and played together as one. There was no parchment declaring a list of laws, but many proverbs explaining the meaning of life. There was no degrading positions or negative social names to discriminate between muggle and magical. In fact it appeared that negativity in itself was against their belief as if an unwritten law. It was truly amazing how each citizen set about to do their part knowing that it was intended to benefit the whole community. Other than the clothes on their backs Dempsey wondered if they owned any personal property, or if everything was shared per need? Even personal relationships were shared with the community. Dempsey remembered the wedding were he and Bina were united only a month after they had arrived. They were not left alone until they retired to their bed, and the very next day they were bombarded with more advice, proverbs and cantations meant to bless their union, as well as bind them to the need of Shangri-La.
Dempsey strolled along the path with his partner back within the inner barrier returning them to the beautiful, ancient city. A group of youngsters stood in a perfect line practicing the art of war for the purpose of retaining peace. He smirked at the idea.
Violence within the barrier was strictly judged as dishonor but sparing was greatly encouraged. Dempsey remembered his first lessons amongst them. He had never been beaten so soundly than in those first few months. However, he was cautioned to contain his spirit less he lose honor and his life. Their Xenophobic nature began to make more sense as Dempsey had given himself several time outs to contain his anger. But this it appeared was acceptable and earned him the kind of special acceptance among the leaders as he had hoped to gain.
With their friendship he quickly came to understand the true nature of Fai Sung. Daniel and the Seven had completely misjudged the mentality of the cold hearted leader of the Red Dragon Triad. Just like the muggle Chinese Government, they had only seen what Fai and the Syndicate members wanted them to see. What they had not seen was the calculated coordination between Fai and the Shangri-La city leaders meant to bring justice to those who had shamefully betrayed them back to Tibet. It became even clearer when the massacres blamed on the Red Dragon Triad turned out to be false. As one off the monks had said, “How better to eliminate ones enemies than to turn them against each other and step out of the middle.” Even Fai’s torture tactics gained meaning as each target had earned the exact pain they were forced to receive.
Dempsey was shocked at how every death blamed on the Red Dragon Triad outside of China had turned out to be false. It appeared as if the Chinese Ministry of Magic was twisting truth to make Fai appear like a global threat. However, Dempsey learned that the Chinese Ministry was far from a peaceful entity united toward the betterment of magic. If he thought the British ministry had its problems, China’s was ripe for a full scale inner war. No wonder so much was kept away from the rest of the world. In fact Dempsey had spoken to Bina on that matter. Shangri-La it seemed was preparing for war. Their obvious target was China, in the purpose of reclaiming Tibet as their own country.
They came near the meditation ground in front of the temple and met with a monk who stood staring into space. In honor and respect Dempsey and his partner remained silent until the man seemed to wake from a dream and grin as he turned to face them. Dempsey’s partner explained what they had done and then left to return to his chores.
The monk stared at Dempsey as if waiting for more but Dempsey had nothing to add. The monk grinned and pointed toward a dim light hanging in the middle of the air.
“Fai returns. He brings news for you.”
Dempsey tilted his head in consideration. This man had proven that he could see things beyond and so his words needed to be taken seriously.
The monk nodded and turned away. “You owe not Shrangri-La. You are always welcome and considered an honorable friend.”
Dempsey had no choice but to think that he was being asked to leave. Fai stood in front of him moments later wearing a special rob that Dempsey never considered this man would wear.
But it was Fai’s expression that troubled Dempsey. He did know if it was joy, sadness, or utter confusion. Fai never displayed over emotion so this was troubling.
A newspaper came free from Fai’s waist and he held up the front page. “You know this man?”
Sure enough, Seth Wright's face was on the front smiling and nodding. Dempsey read a short ways down and hit a word he hadn’t expected. “Minister of Magic!”
Fai pointed at the image. “Is he a problem?”
Dempsey couldn’t take his eyes off Seth. “No… well” He glanced at Fai. “He’s not corrupt.”
Fai nodded. “If the new Chinese minister is chosen from an enemy of the Dali-Lama, the Chinese Ministry will be split in two. People will die and the two sides will both declare leadership over the people. What side will this man take?”
Shocked by the question and the entire end of the day Dempsey, didn’t know how to reply. “If he’s Minister then I must return and speak with him.”
“And the Number’s price on your head?”
“I must trust you, Fai, to keep the Dark One’s eyes off of me and Bina.”
Fai agreed. “If I cannot, I’ll warn you and remain with Bina and you until we can get you back here.”
“You are a good friend and a honorable man, Fai Sung.”
((OOC: Fai is my character))
(OOC: Combined threads from the previous site)
Dempsey McBurr
After a night of leading intelligence agents on a rabbit trail, Dempsey didn’t care if they were British, American, Chinese or Russian so long as they didn’t attempt to cross the magical boundary of Shangri-La. T’was easier to simply allow them to run themselves in circles than to force disorientation on these highly trained seekers but Dempsey knew what they were looking for and how they observed their surroundings. The slightest little thing could give them entry or forever send them wondering in the frozen exterior. As an agent of her majesties intelligence agency Dempsey refused to allow these spy’s their fate of being trapped in the frozen exterior of the magical barrier. He went out of his way to lead them away from Shangri-La and out of danger.
To his success the agents, that he suspected were American, finally took the bait and stepped far enough away from the barrier for Dempsey’s partner to cast the proper spell and repair any flaws in the barrier thread removing any questionable paths that could lead the spies back into the outer barrier and eventually threw the inner barrier into the sacred city.
His life in the mystical and peaceful city had not been perfect. But the xenophobic cold shoulder he first received had long since washed away. Amongst the city leaders of this Tibetan stronghold he had earned trust, and friendships. The mission to repel the American spy’s was yet another way in which he earned his keep.
But for his beautiful wife and soon to be mother of his child, Bina, she was accepted from the moment she exited the aspiration. It almost seemed like he stepped into the middle of her tribe as the only white man and was trying to take away one of their beautiful females. Except these people weren’t any relation to Bina, and far removed from Native American. Nevertheless, Dempsey appreciated the warm welcome she received and brushed off the cold shoulder offered to him.
Dempsey grinned at his partner as the man finished the spell perfecting the outer barrier shield and redundant path markers insuring one never stepped foot inside the city even if they found themselves on the other side. For Dempsey the magic was purely novel, but he was not allowed to learn its origin nor its duplication. For his own honor he never attempted to tap into the weave or eavesdrop on the cantation.
No matter how much he felt like an outsider, and was reminded everyday amongst them, Dempsey grew attached to the mentality and peace of their existence. Honor bound and governed, the people worked and played together as one. There was no parchment declaring a list of laws, but many proverbs explaining the meaning of life. There was no degrading positions or negative social names to discriminate between muggle and magical. In fact it appeared that negativity in itself was against their belief as if an unwritten law. It was truly amazing how each citizen set about to do their part knowing that it was intended to benefit the whole community. Other than the clothes on their backs Dempsey wondered if they owned any personal property, or if everything was shared per need? Even personal relationships were shared with the community. Dempsey remembered the wedding were he and Bina were united only a month after they had arrived. They were not left alone until they retired to their bed, and the very next day they were bombarded with more advice, proverbs and cantations meant to bless their union, as well as bind them to the need of Shangri-La.
Dempsey strolled along the path with his partner back within the inner barrier returning them to the beautiful, ancient city. A group of youngsters stood in a perfect line practicing the art of war for the purpose of retaining peace. He smirked at the idea.
Violence within the barrier was strictly judged as dishonor but sparing was greatly encouraged. Dempsey remembered his first lessons amongst them. He had never been beaten so soundly than in those first few months. However, he was cautioned to contain his spirit less he lose honor and his life. Their Xenophobic nature began to make more sense as Dempsey had given himself several time outs to contain his anger. But this it appeared was acceptable and earned him the kind of special acceptance among the leaders as he had hoped to gain.
With their friendship he quickly came to understand the true nature of Fai Sung. Daniel and the Seven had completely misjudged the mentality of the cold hearted leader of the Red Dragon Triad. Just like the muggle Chinese Government, they had only seen what Fai and the Syndicate members wanted them to see. What they had not seen was the calculated coordination between Fai and the Shangri-La city leaders meant to bring justice to those who had shamefully betrayed them back to Tibet. It became even clearer when the massacres blamed on the Red Dragon Triad turned out to be false. As one off the monks had said, “How better to eliminate ones enemies than to turn them against each other and step out of the middle.” Even Fai’s torture tactics gained meaning as each target had earned the exact pain they were forced to receive.
Dempsey was shocked at how every death blamed on the Red Dragon Triad outside of China had turned out to be false. It appeared as if the Chinese Ministry of Magic was twisting truth to make Fai appear like a global threat. However, Dempsey learned that the Chinese Ministry was far from a peaceful entity united toward the betterment of magic. If he thought the British ministry had its problems, China’s was ripe for a full scale inner war. No wonder so much was kept away from the rest of the world. In fact Dempsey had spoken to Bina on that matter. Shangri-La it seemed was preparing for war. Their obvious target was China, in the purpose of reclaiming Tibet as their own country.
They came near the meditation ground in front of the temple and met with a monk who stood staring into space. In honor and respect Dempsey and his partner remained silent until the man seemed to wake from a dream and grin as he turned to face them. Dempsey’s partner explained what they had done and then left to return to his chores.
The monk stared at Dempsey as if waiting for more but Dempsey had nothing to add. The monk grinned and pointed toward a dim light hanging in the middle of the air.
“Fai returns. He brings news for you.”
Dempsey tilted his head in consideration. This man had proven that he could see things beyond and so his words needed to be taken seriously.
The monk nodded and turned away. “You owe not Shrangri-La. You are always welcome and considered an honorable friend.”
Dempsey had no choice but to think that he was being asked to leave. Fai stood in front of him moments later wearing a special rob that Dempsey never considered this man would wear.
But it was Fai’s expression that troubled Dempsey. He did know if it was joy, sadness, or utter confusion. Fai never displayed over emotion so this was troubling.
A newspaper came free from Fai’s waist and he held up the front page. “You know this man?”
Sure enough, Seth Wright's face was on the front smiling and nodding. Dempsey read a short ways down and hit a word he hadn’t expected. “Minister of Magic!”
Fai pointed at the image. “Is he a problem?”
Dempsey couldn’t take his eyes off Seth. “No… well” He glanced at Fai. “He’s not corrupt.”
Fai nodded. “If the new Chinese minister is chosen from an enemy of the Dali-Lama, the Chinese Ministry will be split in two. People will die and the two sides will both declare leadership over the people. What side will this man take?”
Shocked by the question and the entire end of the day Dempsey, didn’t know how to reply. “If he’s Minister then I must return and speak with him.”
“And the Number’s price on your head?”
“I must trust you, Fai, to keep the Dark One’s eyes off of me and Bina.”
Fai agreed. “If I cannot, I’ll warn you and remain with Bina and you until we can get you back here.”
“You are a good friend and a honorable man, Fai Sung.”
((OOC: Fai is my character))