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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 12:01 pm
Someone... smaller...
The demon's mind tore through implications, connections, rejecting what didn't fit and grabbing at any and all possible conclusions. Marks wasn't an academic, wasn't a thinker, analyst, tactician - but he'd always been eerily good at putting two and two together, at making assumptions that, while they might not be wholly correct, nevertheless led him to the most effective counter-strikes.
Like now. When it occurred to him that no matter how much he'd really like to do something right nasty to Kiyoshi as retaliation, that might not be the wisest and least painful course of action. But why could Samael--thought commands? Too complicated, surely. Maybe--whatever, he'd figure it out later. Didn't really need to either - just know that contact with Samael did nothing, but Kiyoshi might bring about more fun taser experiences.
Which meant that Samael was fair game. And tsch - he wasn't fully healed yet? Thank you peanut gallery for that lovely bit of information.
The shocks were indeed shivering off to nothing and, relaxing somewhat against the wall Marks smiled lazily before a hand raised up, as if to return the favor of attention to the hair - and clenched about Samael's neck. Not enough to choke, but a veritable amount of pressure nontheless. "Make me feel what you felt, eh?" he murmured, eyes narrowing, "Why can't I take off the ring? Will it slip off with ease once I've become a more kind and empathetic individual?" the last spoken with such apathetic mockery that he clearly didn't believe it - but his intentions made clear. He wanted to know how to take the ******** thing off damnit, and so help him he would kill to know.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:45 pm
Poor thing looked so shaken up. Either from the shock of...er, well, being shocked. Or maybe it was that he didn't know what it felt like to be beaten for a moment? Maybe longer? Samael wasn't sure. He blinked at the other, removed his hand from his hair--watching the other carefully, thoughtfully. Samael didn't really think, either, actually--but he was intelligent, nevertheless. How else would he come up with this...ring? Lord knew how he made it, but eh.
"Yes--" he paused, when the other's hand came up to his neck, and grinned, baring his fangs. "Why would I tell you how to remove the ring? Half the fun is to see you struggle." He chuckled, and brought a hand up to run along the other's wrist, moving his fingers up to finger the said ring, licking his lips. "It's very beautiful, though--pure silver, etched by hand..." He laughed at him, though felt his stomach churn when Kiyoshi announced that he was still hurt.
Oh dear ******** god.
He glanced towards Kiyoshi, giving him a warning...well, glare. "Hush," he mumbled, and narrowed his eyes. "Kiyoshi--I'm fine. Go back to the hotel." Dear jesus. He knew that the unicorn would flip out if Marks kept this up--and there was a crowd. He could, somehow, get the demon far enough out to get him electrocuted--and off of his back, if need be.
"No--no, it wont come off," he smirked, and moved forward, pressing his hand to the other's chest, despite the pressure rising on his throat. He took a deep breath, and canted his head, "Only I can remove it--well, that's only because I know the procedure." Shrugging, he hoped the other didn't decide to beat on him...till he was better, at least...then he could beat all he wanted. "What, have a problem with not touching anyone else?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:55 pm
Kiyoshi caught the other's look and sat back, he wasn't going to leave, but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut at this point. He leaned back against the wall. He would be there in case something happend, and only in the case that something happend that could possibly injure the other worse.
He sighed, heart breaking a bit at the other's words, but hell, there was nothing he could do... at this point he had lost Samael forever. To this... demon scum... who wasn't even worth the master vampires time. It was killing him, slowly inside...
Whatever... he would get over it for his masters sake.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:16 am
Thing was, Marks did know what it felt like to be beaten. Could recall the worst moments of that particular sort of situation with a crystal clarity as well, no matter how many times he sought to brush it off or bury it far beneath all recollection. But every time... It wasn't the moments of pain, nor even the moments of being soundly beaten in one brawl or another - because he wasn't inexperienced in either brand of loss. It was... this... he couldn't define it. Possibly why he hated it so much.
Two times specifically rising to mind now. Two words to echo. Never. Again.
"Oh," the syllable trailed out soft and tender - frankly a rather creepy thing coming from Marks - as the demon raised a thumb from Samael's neck to brush a luminously pale cheek, "You've told me everything I need to know, Samael..." Gone the pet name, though the unfamiliar pretension to affection remained, "Now I only need to know one other thing," he leaned forward, words breathing over skin, "How many of your bones am I going to have to break before you decide you'd rather have me breaking someone else's?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:00 pm
Well, he figured Marks had been beaten a good few times. But, eh. Now this wasn't going to end well, was it..? Watching the other, he narrowed his eyes, canting his head when the other touched his cheek...nope, not good at all.
Taking a breath, he wondered if Marks' temper would kick in. He had never really seen him..angry, which was probably a good thing. He frowned, listening to the demon intently..well, that was blunt enough for him. He smirked, "And if you decide to go with that--" He paused, gripping onto the other's wrist a bit tighter, "What'll happen if I keel, or forget how to remove the ring? Then you're stuck with it."
He wasn't really afraid of Marks...and he had a planned date to remove the ring, though he wanted to see how the other faired with...well, life, if he couldn't touch, or really fight, anything.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:24 pm
In smooth, slow, willowing bend, Marks' head tilted to the side a bare two inches as he smiled, though the air of the unwelcoming remained about his person - good at hiding his irritation? Marks? Not in the least. You knew when he was ticked, most people also knew to tranq him or make a break for it at that point too. Then again, it wouldn't be unlike people to have forgotten. It'd been quite a while after all. And the worst things he did weren't always motivated by anger.
"You seem to doubt my finesse," he murmured lazily through that smile, "You'll remember what I need you to remember." It wasn't a threat in any sort, back to stated fact. He wasn't so brutish as to forget creatures had different levels of tolerance, wasn't so crude as to employ clearly ineffective tactics - what he was was devilishly good at wringing what he wanted out of smarter, harder, stronger, faster people. It was a matter of determination and a little creativity.
"So how do we wanna talk?" head leaning a little further in the direction it'd tilted, the only visible change.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 5:01 pm
Ooohh, scary. He should probably know better, actually. Eying the other hesitantly, he wrinkled his nose while he kept moving forward--he had a feeling he could have put a commanding zap on that thing. Gripping onto his wrist a bit more tightly, he growled in slight warning--so the other wouldn't snap on him. Kiyoshi was near by to poke him, but how long would that keep an angered demon down? And angered MARKS down. He relaxed a bit at his words, and found them...slightly amusing.
"Talk?" He questioned, tauntingly, chuckling in a minor show of amusement. "And I'll forget...what I want to forget. Whether you like it or not. You, of all people, should know I'm damn good with torture." He smirked, "Or have we forgotten our conversation?" He prodded a bit, and brought his hand up to run along the irritated Marks' cheek, "If you're a good boy...I'll take it off early, mm?" He teased, speaking as if the demon were a child. He enjoyed being in power--no matter how long it lasted. It was just a feeling he wasn't used to.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 2:27 pm
Kiyoshi watched the entire thing with a morbid fasination. Ring? What Ring? He didn't remember any ring...
But from the conversation he picked up upon (not to mention the demons emotions), the demon seemed, well... pissed to say the least. He looked about ready to break Samael in half, and then watch, laughing as he laid bleeding on the ground, and Kiyoshi had no doubt in his mind he could give a ******** less if it was in public.
Kiyoshi took a small, tentitve step forward, unsure of what to do at this point. He was being ignored, completely. Unless the other was speaking of breaking his bones instead...
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 9:18 am
A noise escaped through the demon's teeth that was condescending, disdainful and... not a little irritated. Kiyoshi was right - he could give a ******** if they were in public. Anyone who tried to control him got what was coming to them - a whole worldful of comeuppance, the kind you might or might not walk away from, it was really sort of up in the air. And Samael had just earned his way to the top three of Marks' immediate s**t list.
But he smiled slightly, taking the hand on his cheek in an almost tender fashion for how light and gentle his touch had become. "I'll call your bluff and raise you a knuckle," he purred before, without warning, he took the smallest finger of Samael's hand and snapped it back until hearing a satisfying crunch. No, not nearly satisfying yet - there'd have to be far more of them for it to approach that. "I'm not kidding, Samael - you take this off, I hurt you to take it off or you die while I'm hurting you and I find someone else to do it."
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:04 pm
Haha? Damnit, he was ********, wasn't he? But, no, he wouldn't remove the ring--he had a set time, and he intended on keeping it that way...what, Marks couldn't deal with the little punishment he was being given for a day? He was like a child...Maybe. Kind of like shoving a toddler into an antique store and expecting them to not break anything.
Oh geez...
He blinked when his hand was taken--till he flinched, giving a low snarl when his finger was snapped. ******** restrained his body from yelling, and pulled back from him roughly, hoping to free his hand--since he would rather not have his other fingers broken--if Marks was going to break something, break his wrist, at least. Bigger, but the sound and feel of a finger being broken--just god.
He was backing up into the crowd--sick and tired, at this point, salvation in the crowd would be nice.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:22 pm
Kiyoshi heard the sickening sound of the bone snapping and cringed. He stepped forward at this point, placing a hand on the other's arm in slightl warning, "Let him go... Marks, I suggest you let him go now."
He glared and looked over to Samael, who looked as though he was about to fall over from a mixture of pain and need of sleep. He let out a soft growl, gripping Marks a bit tighter, "Leave.Him.Alone."
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:45 pm
Ow.
Ow. Ow. Ow.
He was going to--oh right, gun. Marks jolted at the inital shock, then swore and tore his arm away from Kiyoshi, stumbling back and whipping out his gun to shoot with normally excellent marksmanship gone all to hell from the surprise and pain. If nothing else the little b*****d would get the message. Just because Marks couldn't touch him didn't mean he couldn't drive sharp pointy things through his spine, or something close.
Damn it though - Kiyoshi'd gotten what he wanted. There was no way he could follow Samael into that crowd, even though it'd thinned and freaked a little at the sound of the gunshots. Damn holiday crowds.
To hell with it all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:52 pm
Ow...yes, he agreed. He felt a jolt as well, and when he was released, he fell onto his rear. Wincing at the shocks of pain, not only from his finger being broken, landing awkwardly for his wounds--now it was also from that ******** ring. "God damnit all.." He growled, caressing his wounded hand, half tempted to snap his strange looking finger back into place...when the gunshot went off, and people screamed.
He winced, once more, and glared towards Kiyoshi and Marks, the crowd staring down at him--as if he had caused this.
Well, he had.
But come on. Victim.
Moving to slowly stand, he grasped onto his hand--and snapped his finger back downward....not that it'd look right anymore, anyway, since he couldn't move it now. "Marks--god damnit," he shoved him forward, for him at least-- probably backwards for the demon, towards the alley. "you're such a child!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:57 pm
Kiyoshi's eyes went wide when the gun was pulled out from where ever the heck the demon kept it. He ducked briefly, one bullet whizing rather close to his arm. He turned, waiting a moment, seeing the bullet hit a tree. His eyes turned over to Samael, feeling the other looking at him.
'Wasn't my fault, I don't even know what the hell just happened.' He sent mentally to Samael, then followed the two down the alley that Samael pushed the demon down, felling at least proud he had managed to get the other off.
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