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 Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:33 am
The ears flickered as the door shut; taking the sound as the signal he could strip freely he did so. He stretched his hands above his head with a groan, stretching out all the kinks of the day. Skittles eyes turned to the faucet, and he began to play with the knobs turning the water on and off in a search to find a balance in temperature. He found one he like and stepped into the spray to began cleaning up. He had missed showers.
“The past is set in stone, an object we can observe and plot it’s course into the present and perhaps future,” the demon replied. “People, sentient human beings can be changed. Their course tweaked to a other close future or spun to one thought beyond grasp. Nothing is truly static when it comes to our complexity.” Perhaps the mentally insane, he hadn’t applied that to them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:15 pm
Gritting his teeth, Cody spun to glare at Vain face on, third eye open and blazing in pupil-less, electric blue anger. "But you can't make either of them forget," he snapped - "Look, it's complicated."
And hell... he didn't even really get it himself, not entirely. Maybe better than... no, surely better than Oliver did, despite how closely the pale-eyed wolf was bound to Alex. See, Cody didn't need that sort of all-encompassing, unconditional love to get Marks. In fact, it helped a lot (from his perspective) that what he felt was more like unconditional loathing. Alex and Marks... Marks and Robinson. In each other's heads, picking away... hard to accept for some, hard to really get to the degree it'd been done for others, but Cody felt he at least had his eyes open on the edge of the abyss.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:24 pm
Vain glaze settled on the eye as it blazed in anger. "No, but you can heal past differences. " He leaned against the wall, eyes closed. "I've been free, enslaved and bruised, a laughing companion, and a grimed eye reaper of death. I've seen my closest thing to a brother die pin throw his middle like some specimen in a collection of insects for trying to help me. Life is complicated. Get over it and do something about it besides b***h.” [/color]
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 2:43 pm
......................Yeah. He stood where he'd been before. Primitive. God he hated this place! All the stupid, old-fashioned codes of life, society, damned reprecussions of honor and purely heirarchical method to madness. Aristocracy, slavery, warriors - pah, stuff for history. Had Gaia ever even heard of the Enlightenment? Or the Renaissance. Or even the Republic. Well, maybe the last, but hell why was it always the Dark Ages with these people? The prime instincts, the first passions. Rgh.
"There's nothing to heal," he growled, "You can't 'heal' self-knowledge, can't 'cure' understanding. Alex knows Marks," here he tapped his forehead, "And he can't stand it."
Then there was the part that really made Cody uncomfortable about the whole thing, that in turn... Marks 'knew' Alex, that the connection ran both ways.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 3:17 pm
"Marks know Alex. It runs both ways. Perhaps it more along the lines of teaching self," he paused trailing down that past. "Teaching the self to be more aware to the environment and people around them. If you know someone you can predict an out come and learn to change it as you wish. Practice is the key to everything.”
He raised a finger. “You can cure, heal, fix, and repair nearly everything with the right mode of mind. Sometimes that healing takes the form of rebuilding, shifting though the shards of a life and choosing what is important, what is needed. What parts are not flawed and sometimes flaws for they make the art unique." The demon chuckled. "Everything is born again as something else given time."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 3:23 pm
Patronizing, arrogant p***k. "I don't think you quite get it," Cody growled through clenched teeth, "So let me simplify it a little.
"Marks. Creepy, psychotic, low-life whose first and only rule is to never, ever let anyone matter more than himself. Marks..." okay, no need to go into the long, disturbing details, not unless it turned out to be necessary for this thick-headed demon to understand, "Suddenly, Marks finds himself bound to someone else. Marks forgets his rule. Subsequently, Marks suffers really, really badly. Marks seeks retaliation. Marks dies."
He glared at Vain, arms crossed, "Getting complicated enough for you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 3:45 pm
"I've seen number one. I've noticed his first rule and probably only is I am a island and no one else matters." Vain hmmed and suddenly laughed. "That is most wonderful. So that is where it stems from." The purple eyes danced. "Was the bound between the unknown person consensual?" He was not talking about relationships, but mages could and will screw with people’s minds. People did it as well conning, clinging, or bribing someone to stay just for the sole purpose of having someone.
Skittles…he had fallen victim. They spoke their lies of love, their poison to him explained how every little pain he faced was just a show of love from them. They nearly broke him into mindlessness. He would forever be childish now with just small showing of his true age. He closed his eyes.
“Lets try this again. Did he care for this person? Did this person he was bounded to betray him? The way you string this Cody is reminding me of a lover quarrel gone wrong.” Trust be told, he wanted to know why death was so wrong? If you suffered shouldn't you be allowed peace?
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 4:40 pm
"Actually," Cody muttered, suddenly flopping back down on the couch, arms still crossed as he stared hard up at the ceiling, "...Bare with me, this gets a little more whacked-out..."
Lover's quarrel? Wow. That would've been... a terrible, freaky twist on things. Eegh. "Okay... you know how I mentioned the dying part? That was the... ah... second time Marks croaked. The first time, he sorta... failed to die. Went all ghost-like with a vengeance streak a mile wide, but... couldn't find anybody to possess who missed him enough to let him in and take over."
Now came the hard part, "Except for Alex."
God, the things the kid got up to when he hadn't been there to look after him...
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:02 pm
"Alex does have that sort of failing," he said softly. It was clear that Alex was the kind of person to lend you a large sum of money and then never ask you for it back. He gave instead of took and to much of either lead to an imbalance and failing.
He tapped his fingers. "So he bounded to Alex?" He questioned. Ouch, poor Alex. This did shed some light of Marks though and the demon's thrill o meter started pinging off. He really wanted to know the details and now was planning how to get Marks drunk, or emotionally distressed enough to just spill his guts. Some how he doubted the last one.
Hmmm was he really that much of an adrenalin junky? Probably not, he tended to behave when Skittles was around. Still this was getting intresting..
Fully clean and snug in the towel, Skittles combed his hair out using his small fingers to work out the tangles. Each color strand felt different, the dark purple was light and silky, the blue was rubbery, and the green was smooth and cool. Finishing the chore, he stood and padded to the door. “Alex?” He questioned slowly the door creaking a little as he opened it peering down the fall.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:29 pm
"Was I unclear?" his voice a groan and challenge simultaneously. Articulating the whole mess only made it seem... enh. Maybe not as bad, but more real and unavoidable. God knew how they'd all been able to ignore it for so long. Well... ignore it to the point where Cody hadn't actually been trying to kill Marks.
Yet.
The tides were turning.
"Marks possessed him," he corrected, waving a finger in the air in the direction of Vain's voice, though his eyes were still trained on the ceiling, "In sharing brain space, they apparently got to know each other pretty well. That sort of intimacy generally leads to deeper affections, and while that didn't really bother the ******** at first he started getting itchy, then homicidal when..." he trailed off. Something had happened. Exactly what, Cody didn't actually know - because Alex didn't either. But it had happened, and from that moment on, Marks had done everything imaginable short of killing Alex to try and break their bond.
Which seemed sort of counter-intuitive, as far as the Ravnos went.
In the end, Alex had ended up raiding three closets, unsure of what Skittles might be most comfortable in. The two sets that likely fit Skittles best were the typical, basic t-shirts, shorts and pants they'd been trying to fit Wrath into ever since the boy arrived, or the multitude of fancy, girlish dresses, skirts, frills and laces in tints of pink, purple and pastels he'd managed to extract from Leif's. (He had, much to his surprise, actually found a pair of pants - capris, of course e_e - in the bunny's wardrobe). Decidedly more dour than either were Adrian's slightly larger blacks - black t-shirts, black button-down shirts, black turtlenecks, black jeans and other pants of all sorts. They ought to be able to mix and match something from the multitude, right?
He'd set the haphazard collection down in one of the as-yet unoccupied rooms on the first floor, such that Skittles wouldn't have far to wander all chilled in a towel. Poking his head out of said guest room, he beckoned the fox over at the call of his name, "Come, sir - your fashion designer has just left behind some most fascinating gifts."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:46 pm
"No sir, you where quite clean but I do not want to assume something." Poor Alex, it was hard to tell now that any sort of deeper affection had started between them. Marks had blocked it away with deep-set hate and rage, he had broke his rule and freaked.
"Marks became dominate?" It made sense in a way that with two different personality occupying brain space that one personality might overthrow the other for control. "Then tried to end Alex's life to break the connection while he was in control." Yeah, remaining dead and waiting for recarnation was easier.
A smile crossed the fox face. "You should not, kind sir gone to such trouble." He called voice at ease speaking such words. He broke the image of a gentleman by then running to the room with the towel flapping around his legs. Gifts met more then one piece of clothing. Does that mean he got to mix and match it? This might be fun.
"Can you help me?" He asked, grinning at Alex. The fox might need it considering jeans where not allowed in his wardrobe. He did not know how to operated a zipper; his attire had been filled with buttons, laces, and clasps of various colorations.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 6:10 pm
Cody made a funny, half strangled noise but stayed generally motionless on the couch, "Not quite. The parasite got into the habit of body-jumping. Had this creep of a necromancer buddy who helped him make the transfers. He was already kinda freaked about the whole... bonding thing, so he made sure the necromancer pulled the soul out of any body he'd chosen to steal next." Bloody leech.
But now he had something to chew on. Why hadn't Marks ever tried to kill Alex? The moment everything had changed had been... well, he didn't know. He hadn't actually been there, after all - only even knew about it because of his own accidental mind-trip with Alex. Trippy mind-trip. Back on subject. "No..." he said, eventually, "He just... did a lot of... really... stupid things..." That, come to think of it, might've gotten Alex killed, if Oliver hadn't been around. Hunh. Maybe Marks hadn't wanted to do it directly. For whatever reason. Cody wasn't too keen on actually understanding it, just wreaking retribution.
"'twas no trouble at all," Alex protested, with a whirl and bow, twist and flourish of hand that he thought might be courtly, having no actual experience other than the occasional dabble in theatre. "I am here to serve your every need, good sir - 't'would be my pleasure to assist you in any imaginable way."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 6:37 pm
Necromancers, how charming. While the power over dead could be use for more tasteful things it seems most became arrogant with their power. "He became a leech instead, a simpler but effected away to get past the problem." Now what was Marks underlining problem with bonding? Some past trauma?
"I've seen him do stupid things that could turn to near casualty. Luckily Skittles paused when Alex moved. Mostly likely he did not see him as a threat in the mind set he was in." Gods, they really needed to find a master vampire to get Skittles adjusted. He had neither the time nor the skills being so young his own change to help.
"Know any vampires?"
Skittles placed his hand on the flourish arm, shaking his head. "That is more theatric then courtly. To much for something simple," he smiled showing his tiny fangs. "Also, don't say what you did. Others might take advantage of such a thing and hurt you," his eyes turned from merry to dark with unnamed horror. "Your to nice to be taken advantage off."
He smiled, though it was forced on and didn't reach the haunted shadow of eyes. "Shall we take a look at your finding, my friend?" Those words, how many times had he parroted them back to the clan leaders when they visited him and spoke their lie in his ears? He had felt it was his duty to provide them with what every thing wished. His faith to be able to serve the great lords, that he loved them. It was just lies, a pale sickly candle to Vain’s unshattering faith and companionship.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 6:53 pm
Okay... so apparently, the 'nearly-gutted' incident today had something to do with the tiny one. Great. Something else to watch his fingers around. On the bright side, it didn't seem like he had to worry to much about Alex with the... sometimes-crazy?-Skittles, because even in the... whatever, sometimes-crazy mindset, his friend hadn't been in danger. It was, however, Cody's nature to be overly protective and it was highly unlikely that he'd let this... minor revelation go.
"Tried to turn one into bloodsucker flambe earlier today but never really got around to i--why?" Cody's head came down to stare at Vain apprehensively.
The hint of a blush crept up on Alex's cheeks at the recognition of his theatrical reliance, but he smiled despite, "It's not a matter of being taken advantage of if you know the reason you're doing it," he countered. That was the difference between Alex and a push-over, while the latter did whatever asked of them because they wanted people to be happy, Alex resigned himself to giving because it was what people needed. It wasn't that he derived a feeling of acceptance from serving, the kind of acceptance that could be used as a weapon against those of frail emotional constitution, but that he found a sense of... purpose?-no. Neither salvation. But something meaningful and true in providing that which others desired.
"Nevertheless, your kind words bespeak to this long quiet heart, and I shall endeavor to please you," he laughed, now descending fully and shamelessly into the purely theatrical. "Tell me, Skittles - do you prefer black or pink?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:31 pm
Vain stared a Cody; then, opened his mouth showing the fangs of vampirac nature. He shut his mouth and spoke lazily, "I've been like this less then a week. Skittles a few years but any biting on his part was ever to feed but for more intimate pleasures. Which means mistakes like earlier today when Kitten lost it."
The fox blinked quizzically trying to figure out the meaning behind Alex's words. In a way it was clear, but it still travel down a path to close to comfort and made him shy to question the reasoning.
The smile returned for real as the theatrics picked up again. He had dearly loved theater when he was invited to accompany his...masters to their boxes. Opera was also a favored past time. "I will forever be in dept to your service my good fellow and will not break your trust," he responded, dipping into a curtsy. "Why black good sir. It is good luck in the Far East and pink is a little too effeminate." He loved lace and colors, jewelry that sparkled and shimmered, but he dressed in such a way no matter what he wore it was still apparent he was male.
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