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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 6:42 am
Nana tugged her jacket tighter against her, and her hat further down on her head. "I'm not leaving." She stepped closer to him and kissed him softly. "You aren't alone. And I'll be here, no matter how ugly it is." With a soft touch to his cheek, she smiled with a touch of sadness in her eyes. "I'd have to be dragged from your side." She took a step back out of his way, watching him still.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 6:49 am
Matasoga's expression softened at the kiss and the words. Only Nana was likely to say it, were her attentions fixed upon his face. Unless Rhap's eyes were exceptionally keen and he was paying as much attention as Nana, it was terribly unlikely that he would notice. Matasoga turned to him.
"If you would like an explanation, there are some answers that I had trouble gleaning from her in life. There is a spell that may or may not be helpful in ascertaining them now, but the entire body is cumbersome to carry around. Also, because of her unique parentage, there may be parts that are useful in alchemical procedures, later. These will be harvested," he said.
"If you would like to say a few words, I can wait. I am not in a hurry," he said.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 6:55 am
Nana turned to face Rhap with an acknowledging nod, sliding her hand into Matasoga's while waiting. She was glad to see that he softened a little, standing with him solidly, willing to do whatever it took to help him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 6:57 am
"Thank you.." Rhapsodius mumbled as he shuffled past him and stopped by Morgan's grave. "Hey Morgan.. though we never really got to talk that much you were a pretty interesting person.. In spite of all your bloodiness, you were okay.." he said as he laid a blood red rose on her grave before proceeding on to Saber's sack. "Hey Saber.. I'm gonna miss having you around.. You were one of my closest friends in existence.. I wished things would've ended differently.. See you in whatever afterlife you might end up in." he said somberly as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He then stepped back and turned to Matasoga. "I'll be in my room if you need me.." he said with a slight hint of anger in his voice as he headed in.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:07 am
Matasoga was in no mood to explain himself. He knew that Morgan had really only died because he knew that she would likely seek vengeance for killing Saber. He really didn't want there to be any more bloodshed over this. He looked down at her, lifted her hand and wrenched off her pinky finger. "Rhapsodius," he called after him. "I don't know how resurrections work in your universe, but if having a body part of the deceased will help, you can take this. She has suffered and died in my universe. It will be as good as having stayed dead, so long as I never see her again." He approached and offered the severed finger, which was largely bloodless due to the manner in which she had died. "If you do go through the trouble, make certain that she knows that if she ever comes within sight of the guild again that it will be treated as a hostile action and every attempt to slay her once again will be made until she and all who accompany her lie dead on the ground, but if she stays well away, then I shall have nothing further to do with her," he said, turning his gaze to Morgan's grave. "As for that one... well, it's a bit late for convenience, but if you care to spend the time digging her up, you can use a cheaper spell to bring her back and take the whole body, if you so choose. The same deal applies to her. Neither are my Disciples any longer," he said. He hoped that the offer would appease.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:11 am
Rhapsodius took the pinky in his hand and closed his fist around it. "Thanks.." he murmured before continuing on. He didn't bother with Morgan since he barely knew her at all.
(You know, usually in these cases, wouldn't say a heart or a skull be more appropriate? Just saying.)
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:25 am
Nana let go of Matasoga's hand for a moment and kneeled at the grave of Morgan. She gave a soft sigh and looked over at Saber's body as well. "I pray something this tragic never happens again. When I get a chance, I'll plant a rose bush as a reminder. A warning to those in the future to not hurt the Master of this place. I hope you both find peace where you wind up." Dusting off her knees, she stood and was back at his side, looking up at him with tears just starting at her eyes. "As you wish, my love, may it be done."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:07 am
(Matasoga has use for the head. He hopes that with the proper spells in place, it will answer his questions in an understandable form, rather than phrases buried in crypticisms or repitious gibberish. After that it will be on display in his office to remind himself of some things. Really, any small portion of the remains will suffice.)
Matasoga found what looked like sympathy for those two to be distasteful.
The gesture appeared to do little to appease him, but the shadow denizen was no easier to read than one might expect. If it came to another conflict or rebellion, he could at least say that he had taken all reasonable measures to compromise... At least in his mind.
He puled the cord once to some sputtering and loud revving and a second time to hear it spring fully to life, the cold iron chain now a blurred halo around the arc of the saw.
Matasoga did not enjoy blood, guts, or carnage. He always found such things highly distasteful when Morgan did them. Why he was doing them now he had given little thought to, but he did know that there was nothing calming or theraputic about surgically removing the parts with scalpels and bonesaws. He wanted to see if stepping outside of his normal methods just this once might provide any sort of cathartic relief to his stress and pain. Also, it seemed somehow fitting that the bloodspattered cambion's body should come to such an end as this.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:11 am
Nana raised a brow at the chainsaw for just a moment, but dismissed it immediately after. The carnage was probably part of the catharsis process, she thought, and stepped back, hopefully out of the way of the spatter range. She really didn't want to get messy, but this coat was expendable.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:01 pm
Matasoga had used such a tool in dispatching creatures, before, though then the chain was silver. Then it didn't matter what their names were. Then they'd had no past... Not so far as he was concerned. Vampires weren't the same as former followers, least of all the Queen of his followers. These were his thoughts as the chain tore threw the flesh of her slender neck, flinging bits of it over the raincoat that he had donned for the occasion.
He found that he felt... Very little of anything. He was more focused on trying to make a clean cut, his emotions indeed very shut off, at the time. Perhaps it had just been too much for him. Only when the severed head dropped to the ground and he saw the familiar body, did the memories come back to him... But he didn't slow down. He make sure his back was to Nana when he noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. By this time the second wing was almost done being severed at the base. His hands were steady and the cut was as neat as possible, given the instrument. There were no sobs, his breathing even.
He had composed himself by the time that the tail was through and as though wiping some errant blood from his face, dried his cheeks with a casting of prestidigitation. It wasn't that he was ashamed of having cried. He just didn't feel as though he should have.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:06 pm
As the chainsaw stopped, Nana wiped the blood from her face and the tears she shed for Matasoga himself. She might not have seen his tears, but she knew that he was hurt, upset, as he had been since this situation started. She pulled her jacket off, shedding the worst of the mess, and leaned against his back, not reaching around so that she didn't get gore on her arms. "Would you like me to do anything," she asked quietly, leaning against him carefully.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:10 pm
Outside the guild gates, a chorus of howling arose. It sounded like four or so wolves outside Matasoga's home. As eerie as the howling was, it had a hint of farewell to it, showing the truth of the howling.Beneath the howl's, a female's voice sang something in another language not known to this universe. Ren and her family had made the trip to wish farewell to their friends.
It was after they went back inside that the howling ended.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:17 pm
He dropped the chainsaw , felling emptier than before. A follower in scrubs had a medical cooler in his hands, and stood in the doorway, ready to claim the severed items.
He grabbed the body by one ankle, dragged it to the fence and thought to himself "She seemed to care for the crows. In death she can feed them." He swung the body in an arc so that the spikes on top impaled the corpse. He felt an overwhelming lack of gratification from any of it. He threw a tarp over the body, so as not to offend those with a lighter constitution.
Sergius arrived and said, "As you wished, sir, their personal affects, including Gener's dagger have been taken to your office to sort through." Sensing that his master was not of a disposition to speak further, he excused himself.
His tone somewhat hallow, he turned to Nana and said, "Just walk me to my room. I think I'll be taking a nap, now."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:20 pm
"Absolutely." She put her hand on the small of his back, tempted to hug him full on, but not wanting to get filthy. Turning her jacket inside out, she draped it over her arm and gave a sad smile up at him. "Let's get you to bed, Master." She helped him into the manor and the elevator, not saying much. There wasn't much to say.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:26 pm
He shrugged the coat off at the door, simply leaving it there as Saber's parts were collected and stored. He was glad for Nana's aversion to gore. He didn't want it to be reveled in.
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