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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:12 pm
The pair slammed into the ground, the impact a jarring one for Iden. He was still trying to fight the effects of the poison in his eyes, which was making his vision watery and blurred.
Iden sat up rather abruptly, his left hand releasing Cerberus' leg to take a backhanded swing at the Sabbat twin as he sank his fangs into Iden's leg.
I SUGGEST you shut your hole with that "brother" bullshit.
Taking stock that Cerberus' legs were both pretty effectively out, given that Iden had turned the bones to MULCH, he released them with his other arm as well, taking a stab at Cerberus' shoulder.
Get the ******** off, b***h. I'm using that blood.
The strike lacked Iden's usual precision and grace, though it still had all the power behind it. Cerberus' poison was making him sluggish, not weak. Really, though, all it was meant to do was shove a bit of distance between the two of them.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:16 pm
*Broken legs didnt seem to bother Cerberus at all. His left hand grabbed Iden's hip, jaws biting closed, locking. his fangs werent like Iden;s - they were much longer, saber like, capable of locking together into flesh to hodl prey fast. And why? So he could inject further paralysing saliva into them of course.
And so, he ignored the pain in his lower limbs, which had already started to heal with disturbing cracking noises and held on like a rabid rat to Iden's leg, drinking to replace his lost stock going towards his legs. Due to how deep he locked his fangs, he couldnt reply to IDen, but his chcukle, a wet sound in his gulping throat, indicated there was NO chance he was going to drop the brother thing any time soon and that he INTENDED to drive Iden unconscious if he could*
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:21 pm
Well, that meant Cerberus got a faceful of claw, right through the eye.
No joke...if Cerberus was going to cling like that, then Iden was just going to start pummeling his counterpart's face with his claws until the b*****d's cranium imploded from the repeated hammerblows. Iden had two hands, and while he wasn't as quick as he could be, it was certainly enough. He could still get in a good few swings before he physically could not swing anymore.
Of course, for a moment, Iden CONSIDERED using the ROMAN...it was still belted to his thigh, and was conveniently aimed for Cerberus' face...but the whole fight had been done without firearms. It'd be a shame to use one now.
I said GET the ******** OFF, ********>
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:26 pm
*Cerberus didnt seem to mind, twisting his head just slightly so he lost an eye, but the blade carved outwards from there, and didnt plunge right into his brain. He coudl bear another slash across the side of his face, the bone and flesh beginning to repair before Iden's eyes as Cerberus simply channeled the blood he was stealing to the wound. It was doubtful IDen woudl realise that in this position, every wound he inflicted on Cerberus may as well be on himself for all its effectiveness, but even if he didnt, the thought HAD occured to Cerberus and amused him enough to keep him latched onto Iden.
His right hand however, he decided as Iden was pumelling, he'd put it to use. The blade in the gauntlet was haemox tipped, the Sabbat flicking it across Iden's thigh as he purred into the wound he still sucked at, almost sad he hadnt gone for Iden;s thigh and his femoral atery*
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:32 pm
Now THAT was low. Iden was NOT amused at the highly familiar feeling of his leg now turning against him.
Iden knew his position. He knew it quite well. THe simple fact was, he didn't like it. And with the pummeling not having the effect Iden wanted, he decided he would do one last thing.
Merry Christmas, chump. Merry ******** Christmas.
He drew the ROMAN. But he didn't shoot at Cerberus. No, not at all. Iden planted the barrel of it against his knee, holding it as firm as he could, lest he miss, and squeeze the trigger. Cerberus would not have Iden's leg, from the knee down, whereas Iden began trying to crawl to the bar. It wasn't very EFFECTIVE, how he was fumbling to move...truth be told, he wasn't moving much at all in the direction he wanted to. Inches, at best, at a time.
Hope you choke. Now where'd I put that ******** bottle...
The mumbling wheeze that was Idens words were flat, tired, and bored. He didn't seem much bothered that he'd just amputated his leg...though he knew now Roan would kill him for it, and Raoul as well, albeit for different reasons. Yes, Cerberus had a nice new shiny toy, if he were to remove the boot from Iden's foot.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:35 pm
*Cerberus grinned, taking the leg and sitting abck with it like a child with candy. What blood was left in the limb was drained and then... it was just a matter of waiting. Iden could NOT manage another ten minutes with the combination of blood loss, poisons and now the gaping wound where his lower leg should be.*
Want me to sing you lullaby's when you pass out, dear brother?
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:37 pm
What I WANT you to do is get me my goddamn beer. You're not the only thirsty one here, ******** was being optimistic. Iden was fading quite quickly, though his stubborn tenacity was doing him well in making it at least a full foot before he literally could not move anymore.
Aw ********. Can't even finish a good scrap with a drink? Anticlimactic much...
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:40 pm
I aint your waiter and I owe you nothing. That was my favourite eye you popped.
*Though, truth be told to look at... you;d be hard pressed to see what was wrong with Cerberus. His tail was regenerated, skull whole once more, throat perfect and it was only his legs, now straight in front of him, that were still returning to normal. he simply watched Iden struggle like a fish out of water, deeply amused, and waited for the inevitable*
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:46 pm
Aye, well you stole my favorite blood cell. So we're even.
Iden grumbled softly. There wasn't much he could do...which led him to wonder how he was going to get home. It was only a passing thought, though. He found his position too amusing to worry. In fact, one would almost think from how his body twitched, that he was trying to laugh.
Well. You give it a fun go. Least you're good for that much...took too long to get you up to it, though.
A sideways glance was all Iden could manage, so far as expressions went. He couldn't even lick the bloody stain on his lips, which sucked.
Just do me a favor. Stay honest, and we'll work together just fine, chump. Might even enjoy myself. Now stop staring at me like a goddamn vulture.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:50 pm
I didnt want it to get this far. b***h aint gonna be pleased with me. And I have never been anything BUt honest Iden. I dont hide where MY interests lie and THAT... dear brother... is why Im looking at you like a vulture.
*He smirked and stood up, legs strong beneath him as he collected his own duster and slid it back on*
I'll protect you, just as ordered, even if it IS only because when this is done, I want you to drink and be whole and ready and fight me in earnest. There is NO fun in this for me. MY joy will come fomr you hurting me in TRUE combat, and STILL falling beneath my claws, and all the fun I shall have with you afterwards as my rightful prize. Sleep now, DeSeer... I'll see you when you wake.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:53 pm
Sounds like a fun little challenge. Get me a taxi home, and I'll buy you a round when this s**t's over with, chump. No point fighting without a drink first. Dun worry 'bout the b***h...tell her I started it.
Still clinging to conciousness. It wasn't until the pool that his stump of a leg was greatly expanded that he started losing it.
Aw s**t.
Memorable last words.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:12 pm
Iden? Hate to tell ya mate... I aint getting you a taxi home. Your a** is MINE...
*Probably the last thing Iden would see before blacking out would be his sadistic twin's leering grin over him, breath rancid with Iden's own blood*
*Once Iden was down good and proper, Cerberus nodded to Mongrel*
Keep the woman away from me while I work. I aint gonna seriously hurt the kid but I would get... upset... if such a lovely thing interuptted.
*With Mongrel's assent to do just that, Cerberus crouched and lapped at the pool of Iden's blood while he pulled a cell phone from his pocket. He idly dialled a number while he stroked Iden's hair back from his face, fetching and laying Iden's severed leg near to him as he got an answer*
General Raoul?
Iden?
No, not quite, but I am with him...
You must be the OTHER one then...
Right you are, sir...
Well? What do you want?
No need for that tone sir. Iden, as I say, is with me. Lady DeSeer has you informed on the situation?
Indeed, else I'd be sending men to your location as we speak.
Honoured sir, honoured. Well, Iden came to the Tavern to retrieve the data. When he didnt return as swiftly as expected, I came to make sure the abominations hadnt dropped in.
Have they?
No sir, but they did leave a net spider with him. He seems to have come to blows - he's unconscious.
Surely you can manage to take him back home without my help?
Yes sir, but its not that I called for.
Then get to the point, wretch!
His leg has been amputated. The one with the anklet. Im not only concerned it'll detonate on me if I try and reattach his limb, I also know he'd be worried at having lost it...
Very well. I'll deactivate it so you can take it off.
I'll pop it on his other leg shall I sir?
Hah! His neck'd be better, suicidal as he is... there. Its done. I assume you can cope from here?
More than ably sir... good fortune...
Just make sure I dont hear from you again when this is over, fiend.
*Cerberus grinned as he hung up, lifting the currently disabled and open trinket from Iden's severed, and slowly ashing, leg.*
Bingo... and without having to directly lie as well.
*Cerberus leant down and tinkered with both Iden himself and with the trinket. It seemed he was familair with the mechanism, because he expanded it a little and primed it, sliding it around Iden's neck before he snapped it closed, sealing it once more so the seam could not be seen.
The restof his actions after that were far mre expected. He bound Iden's hands cruelly tight behind his back, lacing his elbows and upper arms together as well, then stripped off the clothing over his twins chest so he could carve a message into his flesh with his HE blades - 'I owe you a rematch. Love, Cerberus'.
He then took several pieces of bone from Iden's amputated piece of leg, shaping them with a dexterity only fiends with viccisitude could manage and pierced them through his body - one through his tongue, a pair through his lower lip, one at his eyebrow, two through each ear, one through his belly button and a whoel range of little spikes along his collar bones.
Satsified, he then reshaped and rebuilt IDen's ruined leg, forced half a pack of vitae between his lips, and carried him out like luggage to his ride, ready to takehim back to the mansion*
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 11:29 am
Daegonna had watched the fight, relatively calm, until Iden passed out. Then she circled around the counter, heading in his direction.
Cerberus's words to Iden, and then to Mongrel, should probably not have been spoken aloud.
Something changed. Something not physically detectable. Mongrel, being now directly between Daegonna and Iden, would be the first to feel it. The sweet aura she had been giving off, what he perceived as music, changed. There was no longer an absentminded satisfaction behind it. Daegonna had a new trick, and she was damn well going to use it. She had been dabbling in some sort of necromancy or voodoo, apparently.
She had invited Mongrel and the others around her to come with her, to dance, and drink, and be merry, like some pagan goddess. Now she focused purely on Mongrel, and now she was trying to command him.
She'd never done it with undead before. She didn't know if she could. In fact, she didn't entirely know what she was doing.
But as Cerberus ordered Mongrel to keep her out of the way, Daegonna too turned all of her authority upon the elfin creature. She'd already had the power she used to call to those in their graves close at hand. It was the nearest weapon to her, even if she wasn't 100% sure she knew how to use it.
Ordinarily, she would never force someone to attack his own brother. She would have hated herself forever if she were used against her siblings, and would never inflict that pain upon somebody else. Under other circumstances, her attempt to control Mongrel would only have been an attempt to keep him from attacking her. She would have--should have--just tried to force him to remain passive, perfectly still, to keep him from hurting her.
Cerberus was threatening Iden.
Daegonna's restraint and compassion had well and truly cracked. The look in her eyes was more animal than anything else.
She turned all of her willpower and all of her newly learned powers upon Mongrel, ordering him to stop Cerberus, to attack him, to tear him limb from limb. She didn't try to rationalize it in the crazy elf's head. She just poured all of her own rage and protectiveness through the hazy link their "dance" had forged between them.
She didn't know if it would work.
She half expected it wouldn't.
Her delicate hands were already wreathed with violet flame, which she was well prepared to fling at Mongrel and Cerberus if this didn't work.
.:.Poor Dae is about to get her a** kicked XD .:.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:25 pm
*The skill worked. Mongrel had not been expecting it, and as he came out from under the table, ears still on the 'music' he couldnt help but be effected as it changed to something else.
The downside? Mongrel wasnt anywhere NEAR mentally stable. The calm personality he'd be showing until now was swamped under as myriad darker selves clamoured to get at 'the b***h with the mind control'. It was Mongrel's version of Red who prevailed, the awkward and pitiful creature Mongrel seemed to be GONE in an instant as his gangly body became a lithe spring, his form crossing the distance between himself and Daegonna' in a second with one long leap.
Mongrel REEKED of Diablerist. Cannibal, unstable, deadly, psychotic and a lunatic. His breath smelled of old death as he leered directly at Daegonna, not at all worried by her*
Wrong move sweetheart.... Cerberus LIKES pain, but more so in OTHERS than himsef. Now then toots, you gonan settle down or do I get to MAKE you?
*He licked his lips suggestively and moved well into her personal space, looking to hem her in against the bar*
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 2:35 pm
Daegonna was headed for Cerberus when Mongrel suddenly leapt in front of her, cutting her off again. He was uncomfortably close, but she didn't take a step back. It wasn't that she realized he was trying to back her up against the bar. It was her stubbornness and pride. She'd not give him the damn satisfaction.
Apparently the crazies are contagious.
She did realized, in retrospect, that she probably should have stuck to the basic zombie-raising rules when she tried to play with the dead: You never mess with a corpse you don't know anything about. She'd underestimated his instability. Now he was looking at her like she was food.
Violet flames flowed towards him. The river of fire would hopefully either drive him out of her way, so she could dart past him and get to Iden, or he'd be dumb and stay put and be burnt to ash on the spot. She'd prefer he stay put and die, but that was asking for a bit much, from someone who most likely wanted to devour her soul.
If he stepped aside she would rush towards Iden and Cerberus.
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