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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:28 am
Nick grinned when he saw that the good looking Vampire's healing method was taking a quarter of the time it was taking the idiotic doctor. He knew that his contribution to this little stand-off would be the equivalent of a gnat flapping its wing, but he might as well watch with amusement. He took out a slightly damp cigarette and dried it off, he threw it in the air, caught it in his mouth, and willed his zippo lighter to float from his coat pocket and light the ciggy. His expression was a cool and gentle lake as the nicotine worked its way into his recently dead system, filling him up to the brink. He then got hit by a hunger pain, he bit clean through his cigarette and held his stomach, keeling over. That was a pretty easy one, he reflected, getting to his feet. he licked his top lip slightly and looked at the few scatterings of humans. He then looked at the demon guy with the Samurai sword, scratching behind his neck, he said "You look more conspicuous than Fred Phelps in an LGBT center, demon-guy". He stretched, not aware of the hypocrisy in that statement after that little fit.
He then noticed the fact that the other Vampire seemed incredibly more powerful than him and felt him shrink in height by five feet. His teeth shone in the light of a nearby street-light as he flashed a quick smile, "I would just like to remind you all I'm an impartial observer, and in no way want to be eviscerated or have anything amputated".
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:37 am
Aiden's lifeless aqua eyes slowly transitioned to that of a brilliant gold as he addressed the demon drawing his weapon. A smirk brandished his features as he calmly spoke to the demon, his voice still the melodic chime it'd been before this conflict had erupted. Perhaps he was egging the demon on or perhaps he just felt the need to comment but either way the subtle but ego-shattering comment was administered more carefully than a nurse euthanizing a small child. No mistakes wanted there.
"Do you really believe toys will save you, dearest demon? Toys only work if we know how to use them, after all."
His golden eyes then swept back to the newly turned vampire and Aiden could sense his inner struggle as he fought back the urging, the calling of his true nature. "A by stander is hardly innocent. Don't plead peace if you plan to run your mouth like a faucet. You're a killer now, embrace it. There are many ways to kill, you can be a monster or you can be a block head. Have some fun with it, paint a few pictures, you never know, you just might find yourself a natural."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:39 am
Stein finsihed off the Stiches and severed the end of the thread with his teeth, he then continued to pick up his glasses and place them into his pocket, He looked around him wondering what should be his next course of action, He took out another cigarette lighting it the same way he did the last but this time on a dead leaf, Stein let out a long sigh and at the same time exhaled the smoke that was skill in his Lungs, He moved his arm around to check if everything was in place. A final crack of the bones signals that everything was A-ok. Stein stood and looked at the two vampires and the guy with the sword,.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:49 am
"So you change too." Daiguren smiled at the vampires comment about toys. "I'm no child and far older then you and theres no need form them to save me. I just don't enjoy cleaning blood off of my skin."
Daiguren almost wanted the vampire to leave but then again it would be something different from the others. Something close to what Jaden had offered him. "You know out of all of the types of vampires void users are the ones who interest me the most. There's no real way to explain that power and honestly it's closer to a some demonic powers then other vampires...but that makes no difference."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:58 am
Nick smirked, looking away, he said "If I was going to be attacked for a smart arse comment then I would've barely made it off of the plane. I was merely stating the fact that I don't know any of that voodoo that you do, so if I was going to lose one of my limbs then that would be a big handicap. Especially my right arm, that's my Jegermeister arm". He paused, looking up at something, then finally said. "Fairly good to meet you I suppose, I'm Nicholas. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm fairly certain I'll find out". He said, over-estimating his psychic ability. He'd been honing it for quite some time, and he knew he had a knack for it. "And as for the hunger, I'll deal with that when I want to. I have a good solution" What Nicholas didn;t say was that this solution just involved drinking enough cheap lager to make him forget his own name let alone pathetic hungers. He coughed falsely and turned his amber stare on to Doctor Electro. "And you. Lightbulb-On-Legs, why are you trying to cause trouble? Is it because of that big old piece of iron in your brain? Or is the fact you're sexually inadequate? Pick one, any one."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 11:01 am
"Perhaps you should learn how to perform more efficiently. If you perform efficiently there are no traces of blood at all. No unspoken law states you have to break the skin in order to kill."
"The void only calls to certain vampires and it speaks to you constantly, becomes a part of you. We're demons unto ourselves and vampires but nothing at the same time. Existence no longer applies and there's no longer strife to find meaning for the void speaks of truths that disguise themselves as lies. Life is nothing. Death is nothing. No matter which path you tread you all end up the same. Void users are unto themselves separate and yet connected. Lost yet the wisest of guides you'll cross." He smirked, his golden orbs glowing eerily as if some erratic power had somehow ignited his erratic eyes. Perhaps he spoke in strange riddles, perhaps another language all on its own.
"I suppose you prefer to be verbally attacked in that case, then. Easier to defend yourself and more often then not verbal warfare does not kill you instantly but over time it wears on some of us. Names are of little consequence, they aren't what make us but all the same I've been styled Aiden."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 11:11 am
"This is rather true but has nothing to do with efficiency. You may be able to kill more then 4 people with any blood shed but for others that's harder...Me It's just not efficient at all." He stared at the vampires eyes wondering if that was what his looked like. "What do those eyes of your see that's different from before?" Daiguren's crimson eyes looked into his still, "But do you know where or what that void really is?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 11:20 am
"Seems rather peculiar. You like shedding blood but you aren't prepared to clean your talons off if it requires you to do so? Hm ... You can shed blood without unecessarily wasting it, you just have to know the wheres and the whens, the dos and the don'ts. Killing is a practiced art with significant numbers of styles and their styles often reflect the nature of the owner and the owner's personal agenda. A vast amount of knowledge can be extracted if you observe and inspect carefully enough. Something as simple and yet as complex as a corpse can tell you a story or absolutely nothing at all."
"What do your eyes see that's different from before? I tend not to question occurrences that don't require answer but yes, I know exactly where the void is. It is everywhere and nowhere and beyond my comprehension and yours. Perhaps over the rainbow or at the edge of it where that mythical pot of gold lies, you never know. Use your imagination, anything can conspire there."
The vampire then simply stood back and allowed whatever course of action the others planned to take occur. There was no planned sequence of events and the coreography was certainly not there but never the less it would make for an interesting scene. Just another scene that had yet to be played out and another scene that had yet to have the meaning revealed and extracted from it. Lessons to learn? Perhaps there would be some but so far this was more an exchange of glances, words and abilities than anything soulful.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 12:01 pm
Wolf awoke. He looked around quickly, rifle in his hands already. When he realized he wasn't under attack, he calmed down, setting down his rifle. Wolf recounted what happened. I must've cried myself to sleep. Yeah... Now I remember. Now, no more tears... No More Tears! Wolf thought, his expression changing to an old craze. The craze showed in his eyes and odd grin. The guitar was out, katana attached, and his fingers were moving, gracefully and smoothly. Wolf was playing No More Tears by Ozzy Osbourne, his mind was feeling the old adreneline coming back, the craze settling. Reaper and Wolf worked together again to create the perfect voice. And it came out, as unfitting as it was to be coming from the 12-year-old's mouth.
"The light in the window is a crack in the sky
A stairway to darkness in the blink of an eye
A levee of tears to learn she'll never be coming back,
The man in the dark will bring another attack
Your momma told you that you're not supposed to talk to strangers!
Look in the mirror tell me do you think your life's in danger here?
No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears
(No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears)
Another day passes as the night closes in!
The red light goes on to say it's time to begin!
I see the man around the corner waiting, can he see me?
I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming here!
No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears"
Since Wolf couldn't perfect the next four lines in the way that the song does, he simply spoke it normally, and quietly.
"It's just a sign of the times
Going forward in reverse.
Still, he who laughs last
is just a hand in the bush."
Then Wolf played the solo, as long as it was. He really played alot of the guitar, and as the song sped up he went into full headbanging solo, guitar in the air, long dark hair down on his face. Wolf then returned to slightly crazy normal as the song went into normal.
"So now that it's over can't we just say goodbye? bye bye Good bye
I'd like to move on and make the most of the night
Maybe a kiss before I leave you this way
Your lips are so cold I don't know what else to say
I never wanted it to end this way my love, my darling
Believe me when I say to you in love I think I'm falling here
No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears
No more tears, tears, tears"
Wolf continued to play the dragging end of the song, then the spoken:
"He's just a hand in the bush."
He then looked up to the dark night sky, laughing like he hadn't done for a long time. Wolf then looked around, seeing if there were any spectators. He had one sentance on his lips. "It feels good to be back."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:11 pm
((I'm not reading all that happened. So if someting is off, then Whatev'.))
Here was Cosette. A slender little blond, much too cute and charming to be left bleeding and dirty and she was being absolutely ignored, Not that she really minded being ignored by the demon or the dog that had earlier thought of her as a meal or easy amusement. For a brief while, Cosette thought she might have found herself a new hero when the unknown vampire appeared but things swiftly seemed to fall downhill when the demon snapped back. And then the soothing nighttime atmosphere of the park shattered, leaving poor Cosette in one very irritated mood. She thought that maybe after a century or two men might have improved in the slightest, but they were obviously just as barbaric, noisy and annoying.
“This is absolutely ridiculous. This is a huge park with a whole lot of space and you have to pick the same ten yards to host a 'who's the best idiot' party? The void or the demon. Wow, You know what; No one cares. You can all just put away your pathetic little toys and shadows and move on.” Cosette said, yelling so that her tiny, high voice might be heard. She was standing on her feet now, small hand buried beneath that head of luscious blond curls in a vain attempt to block out the ruckus they were all making. She was trying to make a show of stomping away from group, But the painful limp ruined ruined her act. She just wanted to be away from them all. She came to the park to recoup. Not to be ambushed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:46 pm
(( You read enough to get the gist of it. Good job of destroying men's egos. ))
Aiden might have appeared to most that beheld him a beautiful specimen but he wasn't here for Cosette's benefit. However, he wasn't about to give her the time of day when she was snivelling about how they were absolutely ridiculous when all Aiden had done was come and perhaps defended her from being eaten. Well, the dogs could pick her off now for all he cared. They could snap her bones and bring out that shrill scream of terror he could already hear from the harshness of her voice now. He probably would have picked her off himself but the whiny little brat wasn't worth his time and he decided that little brats that strut their mouths off like that were best handled by being ignored.
After all, he hadn't come here to please her and pamper her like the clearly spoiled child she was. In fact, when he looked at those little angelic, blonde curls he grinned and instead imagined what she'd look like with them ripped out of her skull. He could hear her shrieks now seeing as she was already letting fly her mouth in front of a group of beings that were all more fit than she was. So instead of gracing her with a negative response or a verbal response at all, which was more than likely what she wanted, he just shrugged, placed his hands in the air and began to walk away from the entire scene. He turned his back on creatures he'd been fighting moments before and as opposed to assisting Cosette he walked right past her as she limped away and sat down on the path a few feet ahead of her and watched her as she limped, clearly there only for his own amusement.
There, he was being quiet now and he wasn't making a ruckus, that was sure to leave the little brat pacified for the time being. Then again she was probably likely to find something else to complain about, the way the park smelt, the colour of his hair, the wood of the benches. Something told Aiden this brat could find something to complain about no matter how hard someone tried to please her so instead of trying to please her he simply sat back and watched her struggle for his own amusement. Of course, that was giving her a reason to complain but he didn't mind, it was meaningless, childish banter all the same.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 6:33 pm
Namir watched amuzed. Demons and Vampires sure had short fuses not that Lycans had a longer fuse then any of the others. He muttered to Ceon,"Interesting, don't you think? Dai sure likes to fight, doesn't he? I mean he fought you and tore you up enough to make a healer think you were dead."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:01 pm
Cosette hesitated, a slight pause that nearly caused her to trip on a clumsy injured limp. In that irritated and pain stricken state of mind, her psyche held little barrier against the noisy flow of the city or the savage and hungry thoughts of the creatures surrounding her. It was one set of thoughts in particular that struck out and snatched her focus. Someone was thinking awfully bad thing. Images were splashing across her mind with a gruesome red tint, scenes that involved a want to destroy something pretty. Cosette's small hands went instinctively to her curls, One of the very few things about her appearance this evening that was still in tact and just as marvelous as she normally was on a much better evening. She started glancing around, those brilliant blue eyes scanning the area to pin point the origin of those terrible thoughts. She found him, That void user that had strut right on past her and taken a seat ahead of her. Apparently, he now seemed to be making sport of her, finding it all to amusing that she was limping around. Sure, It was awfully pathetic and humiliating that Cosette had gone and got herself shot by a sleepy hunter, but she didn't need a cocky void user making a joke out of her. She had already had a bad enough evening.
“It's all very lovely that you find me so very amusing, but don't you have something better to do with your time?” She muttered, Her voice all scorn and poison as she limped right on by, trying her best to ignore the other vampire. Once again, A thought belonging to another slipped through her filters and caused her steps to falter. “I'm not really that bad, you know. I'm a brat, sure; But I'm not sure what makes you think you know so damned much about me to pass so much judgment.” Cosette wasn't entirely sure why she felt such a need to clear her slate, normally she didn't acre in the least what people thought. She was a spoiled, power hungry little brat and she very well knew that. She liked the way she was, no matter how much trouble it landed her in. But after such a bad evening, She was currently just tired of people thinking ill of her. Once one looked past her spoiled and scornful attitude, She really was quite a pleasure to be around.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:01 pm
All the while Cosette struggled along the path and sought the keeper of such viscious thoughts, Aiden's golden eyes nonchalantly observed her though every once in a while a flicker of amusement would flash through them. He wasn't one to sit down and watch helpless creatures flutter about and insult him, digging their holes deeper but he supposed her wretched state was just too comical for him to kill her off. Normally he wasn't this nice and just quickly silenced anyone that happened to come his way and give him trouble. What amused him more, though, was just how ungrateful the little twit was when he'd probably saved her life. Then again he hadn't come with the intention of being her hero, he'd merely come to play with the demon that hadn't taken very kindly to his play.
"Surely a beautiful lady of your stature has something better to do with her evening than find a new thing to complain about with each new breath she takes." He paused for a moment then asked her sarcastically, "Are you always so charming and well-mannered? Are you always so negative and so downcast on others? Or is this perhaps your first time discovering that not everyone becomes instantly smitten with a perfect little head of golden curls, a cute button nose and inticing blue eyes and that explains your injuries and that your charm doesn't save you from everyone?" He smiled, his comment was meant to send a mixed message so that the thought reader wouldn't be able to read his mind like some book and just so that he didn't give it away he purposely moved onto her next comment before she could pry the information out of his mind.
"Ah. Perhaps I read too much into first impressions but I'm certain you can't say you had anymore information than I did back there when you decided to yell at me. Does it trouble you that you're thought of as a self-centered princess by some lowly vampire that's obsessed with his shadows?" He smirked and awaited her response, not certain at all why she was so amusing to him or why he wasn't going to kill her since he was known rather well for being heartless, dear Marie would plea to that but alas, he'd used her so well she'd up and perished. He didn't bother to hide those thoughts from her, unlike her, he truly didn't care what she thought of him but at the very least she wasn't mindless and could form her own opinions.
The angelic boy sat there and observed her, a hand resting below his chin, just behind the single black stud that was in his lip. If not for all the piercings that made him look sort of trashy he probably would have looked a lot more sophistocated but he'd chosen to leave all his piercings in today. He could morph himself into whatever people wanted him to be if only to get close enough to them so that he didn't have to make a mess when he drank from them and claimed their blood. He wasn't subtle about killing either, always left the body behind, more often than not drained of all sustenance but always behind well-cleaned and in a themed setting of sorts. Morbid to some eyes and beautiful to others. Either way he could be a broken-hearted woman's companion, a rough man's shoulder to cry on, a business partner to another, the list went on.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 10:57 pm
Leelan stood up, looked around the ground and found a perfect round smooth flat stone. She curled it in her finger brought her hand back, took a deep breath then released it into the the water. The stone almost made it to the middle before it plunked to the buttom. Leelan looked at Prometheus and just gave him the cutest smile ever. Her smile light up her blue eyes, it was almost as bright and beautiufl at the moon above them.
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