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 Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:25 am
RP for Jan the Verse and Nikui only.
Shuichi-kun69 has been added, as well. :3
RP Began in M'ady Malady! xD
Break the vow [8:51 P.M.]: "You know exactly what I mean, you--" He was cut off by the sudden jerking and twisting, being shoved off of his support..well, to not falling. He looked quite startled..but, to him, it was a very, very long fall. Till he hit the water. Everything exploded around him, and he coughed..slightly winded, bubbles rushing from his parted lips. It took him a moment, but he came back to life, and surfaced quickly, gasping and gagging on water.
Providence Alley [8:55 P.M.]: ...Hunh. That had to be pretty damn freaky if one wasn't equipped with wings.
Neat.
The demon glided down, doing his own share of brief free-falling before catching himself to glide about and circle over the great splash zone where he'd dropped Samael. Wise enough to stay far out of reach from the water, he hovered with the occasional flap and drew back even more when the unicorn resurfaced - apparently hooves weren't that much of a problem. He'd have to experiment more with that. Or rather, do more dropping and let others do the actual experimenting. Now about six feet above the water, Marks grinned down at Samael in a way that was both satisfied and eerily complacent, "How's it going, sweetheart?" he called.
Break the vow [8:59 P.M.]: Choking for a moment, he made his way towards shore..it didn't take too long, but his body ached--as if he had hit hard ground. He hauled himself onto the grass not too far up from the water, and glared towards the other with a deadly ******** ******** demon.
He coughed, and made a..lovely hacking noise, before shaking his head, midnight locks clinging to his back, shoulders, neck and face. Moreso his face, falling over his eyes and into his mouth.
Providence Alley [9:02 P.M.]: No, definitely not a swimmer then. He followed the other's inglorious battle to shore, gliding down to stand approximately ten feet from the hacking vampire. Hide in a tree? Stay out of reach? No, not his style, not part of the game. Just as there wasn't a point to keeping your opponent immobilized there wasn't much fun to be had in hiding - not unless you preferred taunting but that'd always seemed sort of an empty game to Marks.
Wings tucked in though tail lashing a few times for pure adrenaline kick, he stuck his fingers in jean pockets, rocking back slightly on his heels as he quirked an eyebrow at Samael, waiting for some sort of response - verbal or physical, he could go for either at this point.
Break the vow [9:05 P.M.]: It seemed the best way to fight back, at this point...
Was to do the exact opposite. He gave the other a taunting look, after his hacking fit, and brought his hand up to wipe at his mouth and eyes, brushing his hair from his face. He rolled over onto his back, and took deep breaths, one hand smoothing over his soaked shirt..then touched to his pants, pulling them a bit more over his hips, since they had traveled downward during the fall, and impact of the water.
He wasn't giving up..he was just..resting.
Providence Alley [9:08 P.M.]: Oh fine. Marks trailed over to the prone Samael, standing just behind his head and leaning slightly forward to look down at his mouth and moving chest with an oxymoron of curious disinterest. "You're breathing," he commented lightly, "How's that work?" Force of habit, maybe. God knew Rob had done it enough times by accident. Others too, surely enough. And being half-drowned was bound to make all sorts of muscle-memory kick in.
Break the vow [9:10 P.M.]: Well, he did breathe. He was a funky vampire. He preferred to look real, living. He growled up at him, and sat up, twisting to grab onto the other's legs..pulling them out from under him, he pushed forward, and pinned his legs down. Next were his hands, which he pushed down with his own, at the demon's hips..and glared.
"Lets see how long you can take without -breathing-," he snapped, before clamping his mouth over the other's, one hand quickly raising to pinch the male's nose shut.
Providence Alley [9:13 P.M.]: Well ********. Second time tonight and wouldn't be the last time he forgot. Hell this breathing thing sucked sometimes. And in those thoughts, never a trace of 'it won't be the last time - if I get out', for there wasn't a doubt, no trace of fear that he could be bested. Call it cocky, arrogant - you'd be right. But to Marks it was much more sensible to give up freaking out over the things you couldn't beat if they were going to beat you anyway. Not like he believed there was much, if anything out there that could (excepting small Japanese vampire girls, but moving on--) least of all some neutered vamp kid he'd just dropped from over a two hundred feet up.
Providence Alley [9:13 P.M.]: ((Sorry, pressed enter >_o))
Providence Alley [9:13 P.M.]: ((Continuing))
Providence Alley [9:20 P.M.]: He'd expected some sort of retaliation - that was what you got when you put out the bait, which this time had been getting within a foot of the offended party. Still. This kinda sucked. On the other hand, one hand free - and that was really all he needed, if that. Because hell, if he was going to be gagged with a mouth? Silly vampire, tricks are for--teasingly at first, Marks pushed his tongue against the vampire's teeth, a flick against lip, reaching up with his free hand to knot in Samael's hair hard and harsh, eyes glinting with a hint of 'guess what?'
Break the vow [9:24 P.M.]: He gave a low growl into his mouth, even when he felt his tongue against his fangs..half tempted to bite it. He winced a bit when his hair was pulled at, and shifted his leg to press up against the male's groin, while his other leg curled over the male's, keeping them down. Gripping onto his hand tighter, Samael narrowed his eyes, not releasing the 'gag'. Well, it was a kiss, but not intended to be.
Providence Alley [9:31 P.M.]: All right, fine - they'd do it the hard way. At least he hadn't bitten. s**t, that would've hurt.
Marks' hand shifted away from the back of Samael's head, untangling from his hair just enough to move and grip at the front of the vampire's neck - no use crushing the jugular, just attempting to shove the kid off. There were some advantages to being a - bigger and hopefully b - stronger. But heck, vampire. Couldn't rely on that necessarily. Just to ensure the maneuver wouldn't go to waste, he kicked out and used the area space of wings to help push in a roll in hopes of switching their positions once more. Couldn't be too hard to break free if he was on top.
Break the vow [9:33 P.M.]: Oh, one would be surprised. He growled once more, and arched slightly when the other's hand came to his neck. Tensing, he pressed forward, further, 'deepening' the kiss, but also keeping the 'gag' there. His hand didn't move, either, from his nose--trying to keep him from breathing for as long as possible. ******** hand moved from the other's hand, and wrapped around his neck, instead, no longer keeping balance.
That was up tot he demon, now.
When the other began to struggle, he pressed his knees to the-
Break the vow [9:34 P.M.]: - ground roughly, mindful not to knee the male anywhere that would, well, be beyond low..and cheating. Tail flicked, and he bit onto the other's lip--only to the extent of warning him that it wasn't going to be so easy to knock him off.
Providence Alley [9:40 P.M.]: And oh, one was surprised. Mildly at first though as realization deepened a little more than that. Even a bloodsucker taking handouts was still a vampire, apparently. Refreshing, he supposed - maybe he'd appreciate it more when he could breathe again. The look he now gave Samael surely attempted to maintain the glint from before but was beginning to wane in favor of a perplexed irritation.
Downside, jugular being crushed. Bright side, free hand that wasn't anywhere Samael could keep track of yet. This would be so much easier if there was something more to do about vampires than hope a good staking worked. Quick as a dream, Marks flipped his lighter out of his jacket sleeve, reaching up to where his hand had been at the back of Samael's neck, rooted in hair - and set fire to those lovely midnight locks. See how long he could keep up the asphyxiation on fire, hunh?
Break the vow [9:44 P.M.]: Ah, ********. This was lovely.
He didn't pay any mind to the male's hand movements, since he didn't figure he had to. Though, the look in the male's eyes didn't make him feel very comfortable. He glared, once more--till he heard the click of the lighter. ..s**t. His hair and skin was wet, but it wouldn't take long for the fire to change that. He closed his eyes, before jerking backwards, releasing him--though his fangs nicked over the other's lower lip, enough to break the skin.
Licking his lips, he -
Break the vow [9:44 P.M.]: - backed up further, patting the base of his neck to make sure there was no fire..He huffed, "Got a little desperate, didn't you?"
Providence Alley [9:49 P.M.]: He made no move to escape, merely raising himself up on elbows to smile lazily at Samael, the taste of copper welling in his mouth and threatening to trickle out. Naw, not that much of a cut. Pretending not to need as much breath as he actually did he raised his eyebrows once in a semi-kind of shrug, "I save fire for the special cases," he said by way of answer, "Congrats', Sammie - maybe I think you're a dangerous ******** was true to an extent - fire was usually where the big fights ended for him. Not always his fault either, just a sort of marker. Though true, this hadn't been much - or at least it wouldn't have been if he hadn't needed to breathe. Damn blood and its O2 requirement. He'd been better off when it was just blood.
Break the vow [10:00 P.M.]: He ran his fingers through his hair, making sure, once more, that it wasn't on fire. He rolled his eyes, and moved forward a bit..though was mindful of the lighter. "Maybe?" He questioned, and grinned, canting his head.
Moving closer, he ran his tongue over the other's lower lip, tasting his blood..which made him inwardly shudder. he hadn't tasted fresh blood in quite a while. It was a nice change.
Providence Alley [10:05 P.M.]: Now that was either a come on or a threat and--hell, what was the difference when it came to vamps? Oh sure, plenty difference. All sorts of levels and complications to people - but he'd seen Samael tremble at the taste of his blood, and that didn't mean anything remotely like they taught you in Sunday School.
"Only a little," he snorted slightly, head shaking once in what might be derision might just be innocent amusement - however much the word 'innocent' could rightly be applied to Marks, at least.
Break the vow [10:09 P.M.]: Leaning back from him, he set himself down onto his rear end, and wiped the water from his face and neck..black marks falling from the middle of his eyes standing out more once his hair was brushed away. Frowning, he kept himself from clearing the rest of the blood...so, was that it? Was that the end of it?
He had a feeling it wasn't..
Providence Alley [10:14 P.M.]: ...Aw ********, now he was wet. Well, damp by comparison. Not so bad. Least he didn't look like a drenched rat. Not that Samael resembled a drowned rodent either, long shot from that come to notice it... He hadn't taken much notice of the vampire's appearance before - basics, you know. Dark hair, no melanin, horn and tail and hooves. But when you actually looked... It sort of helped that he'd always appreciated others' appearances far more when they looked like they'd been through the gauntlet a couple times over. Grace under pressure - it was just plain interesting, attractive even.
The demon sat up the entire way, cross-legged and flicking his own hair back from his face though to no apparent effect as it soon fell back in place. ...Now what? "Round two?" he offered in a tone that might've been sarcastic, might've been entirely honest.
Break the vow [10:17 P.M.]: "Depends on who won," he replied, but from the looks of it, Marks had won. He rolled his eyes, and slapped himself mentally, "If you dont throw me into another water source, knock yourself out," he added soon after, and brushed his long, lithe fingers through his tangled locks..untangling them as best as he could. Once satisfied with this, he pulled his clinging clothing from his body.
He had long since noticed Marks' appearance. He admitted he was attractive, as well as his personality--at times. When he-
Break the vow [10:17 P.M.]: - wasn't trying to burn him alive...well, technically, not alive. But, who gave a damn.
Providence Alley [10:23 P.M.]: "You don't seem exactly hydrophobic," he commented offhandedly, pushing for an explanation but not wanting to seem too curious about it, "What's your problem with an impromptu bath? Besides starting it from seven stories up, I mean." His wings moved unconsciously, stretching to erase the muscle memory of the recent abuse they'd sustained with such close, personal and enthusiastic contact with the ground.
Plenty of other questions storing up pretty quickly too. You know, he'd never used to want to know about people. But ever since sharing headspace with Rob, he'd come to understand what details could do for you. --Just not too many, because after you got to a certain point you started sharing back and that never ended well. Or it hadn't so far and hell if he was going to walk that path again.
Break the vow [10:26 P.M.]: No, no. he wasn't afraid of water, he just didn't like it. He liked it when it was warm, and when it was in a tub or a ******** shower. He scowled at him, and began to wring out his hair..then his shirt..and legs of his pants. Shaking his head, once more, to splatter the droplets of water that clung, he licked his lips..despite the tendrils that clung to his damp face here and there.
Samael was usually interested in people. Though, only those who caught -his- interest. If they looked boring, they probably-
Break the vow [10:26 P.M.]: - were boring. This one, though--never seemed to have an inactive, boring moment in his life.
Providence Alley [10:29 P.M.]: Marks grinned unabashedly in return to the glare. Not much of an answer, that. And here he'd thought he was terse, uncommunicative. Hadn't he been the one doing that back at M'lady's? Granted, their talk had changed rather dramatically from the moment he first stormed into the bar. ...He really hadn't seen the day ending here when he woke up this morning.
Providence Alley [10:29 P.M.]: ((Graaah, continuing >_o))
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:29 am
[] Continue~ []
Samael shook his head, and sighed heavily. His body still hurt a bit, and obviously he had no guilt for trying to suffocate his new...er, 'friend'. Sniffing a bit, he dropped his hands against his lap, tail flicking and lashing about behind him.
"..Cold baths aren't my thing," he finally answered, a sneer following the comment. He flicked his tongue out at him slightly, "I dont know about you...but I dont want to be dropped two hundred feet again. Could you restrain next time?"
Closing his flaxen irises, he moved to roll onto his stomach, and crossed his arms beneath his head..stretching his body out, either trying to get his clothes to dry, or to make the ache in his back go away.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:58 pm
Resisting the urge to make another innuendo joke, Marks rolled his shoulders in a languid shrug, wings flicking off the last of dampness and wet. He'd never had much of an opinion on water himself, to him it was mostly just the difference between standing and floating, dry and not dry.
"No interest in the freefall?" he asked mock plaintively with a stretch, eyes locked on the unicorn for any sudden movements. Just because he was fairly certain he could beat Samael again wasn't any excuse to go all stupid and close his eyes. Not paranoid, vigilant. And hell, nothing to fear here.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 2:13 pm
He rolled his eyes at the other, quite comfortable like this. he'd have to get up and tackle him, if he was going to attack. It's not that he trusted Marks' enough to convince himself he wouldn't be attacked, but if the demon had really wanted to kill him...well, he doubted he'd of hit water if he had been meant to die.
Licking his lips, he glanced in Marks' direction, and flicked his ears, moving up to prop up onto his elbows, getting a bit closer to him. He grinned.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 3:53 pm
Marks' expression was neutral as he looked down at Samael, brow raised in his typical skeptical state. Well...?
Faced with the likelihood of mute response he realized that for the first time in many, many months he wasn't irritated. And that the realization wasn't leading him to irritation. Referring to the fact that the last few times he'd been relaxed he'd become edgy upon realizing why he really shouldn't be, either because of certain people or because of... well, certain people.
This, though... New. Unexpected - both in that it had happened and that he didn't know what was coming next. "Smiles don't do much for me by way of answer, Sammie," he drawled, "What's that mean?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:53 pm
He propped his chin to the other's knee, and arched a brow when he was questioned. He shrugged, "As long as I dont hit the flat, solid ground--I'm okay," he admitted, since the hit against the water hadn't been as bad as..well, it could have been. He didn't break anything, didn't pass out...mm. Helpful. He could have snapped something, and if his body still ached from the minor impact...
A major one would have been hell.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:05 pm
A slight snort of amusement, "I can see how being pulverized by rocky ground might not've worked to your advantage," he acknowledged, mirroring Samael's expression.
All right, proximity without tension, or a hint of fight. Didn't mean anything, really, not in the long run. Live in the moment. Don't think about how you might be attempting to beat the living--dead daylights out of the other until it has to happen.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:17 pm
"Mm," he replied, just with this tone, turning his head a bit to set his cheek to his knee, instead. Closing his eyes, he sighed...a few threads of hair beginning to dry, so they merely rested over the demon's knee, while the rest clung to his own body..neck, shoulders, face, etc.
Parting his lips in a sigh, he then yawned a bit. Sleepy. He was far too trusting--or, was he? Maybe it was just a trick. Or, even, that he was trying to trust the other.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:43 pm
Hey what? A vampire yawning? Weird. Human traits were usually a sign of youth where he'd come from. And Samael'd been with the whole breathing thing too. So this wasn't exactly atypical as far as this particular vampire went.
"Nap time?" he jibed lightly, "Where's your teddy bear, Sammie? Come to think of it, where's the crypt? This ain't exactly a hotel suite, sweetheart."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:47 pm
He wasn't a 'new' vampire. As said, he liked to look...well, normal. If that was possible. He was far from it.
He shrugged when the other taunted him, and glanced up at him playfully, "You want me to get the teddy bear? I'll use you," he murmured, and curled his arms under his body, crossing them against his chest.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:00 pm
Psycho to snuggles. Not so freaky, not so bad. Still.
Still what?
"I'm not exactly fluffy," Marks warned in such a way that there was a hint of this-really-isn't-a-joke. "But whatever floats your boat."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:02 pm
A chuckle escaped him, and he moved to push his torso up, setting a hand on either side of his legs. He leaned up towards his face, a foot or so from him..low, but not too low.
He smirked, "What, not the cuddling type, are we?" He taunted, and twitched his tail.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:13 pm
"More of the not stuffed with cotton type," Marks stated simply, "What, are you implying something?" he taunted in return. More fun to draw it out, you know? Instead of just giving in. Besides, he still didn't know how much of an act this was. What kind of idiot--alternatively, crazy--cuddled with someone who apparently liked dropping them from high places?
...Come to think of it, at least two too many. ...Due for a subject change in his brain, any minute now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:18 pm
Eh, he was attached to the demon. Lord knew why he put up with his snappy attitude, but he forgave and forgot, it seemed. He was wary, but trusted that Marks would give warnings, of some kind, before he sprung into an attack.
And, hey, he liked ******** with the other.
Smirking a bit more, the tips of his fangs flashed, and he leaned in closer, moving one leg up to rest on a single knee, so his body wasn't so awkwardly laid out.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:27 pm
And attached he was, in the physical sense too. He was going to have to get considering this weird - because he didn't, not quite. But at the same time, this... Ah, that was it. Somehow familiar and not in the way he hated.
"This is the slowest tackle I've ever seen, Sammie," he said eventually. "We still fighting?"
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