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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 2:29 pm
~Fascinating~
Rabid, having completely given up on walking, twirled into her room, belting an odd Vavvian ballad. A wide, mischevious and utterly joyous grin refused to leave her face.
"Helloooo, family!"
Ike, on the other hand, walked in gloomily and headed for his bed where Clemmie lay, apparently sleeping.
"Allo, Rabid," Liam said from his recurring hideaway at the dining table. He had his notebook splayed out in front of him and appeared to be sketching something.
"What're you drawing?"
Instead of giving a verbal reply, Liam just lifted the notebook up for Rabid to see. The current page held a few random-yet-oddly-familiar-looking sketches.
"Why in all Hell did you draw Julian?"
"'E fascinates me," Liam grabbed a red coloured pencil and started filling in the eyes, "'At's all."
"You want to get in his pants."
"No. No I don't. I never want to forget the face of the boy I'm going to have to murder."
"Oh, calm down."
Ike's'a kill him. Ike's really gonna kill 'im.
Your mum would be very unhappy.
Mummy is crazy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:24 pm
Julian sat, as usual while Crow was away, out in the foyer of HQ. The room was too crowded for his liking, and he definately didn't feel safe outside.
So, there he was, out in the foyer, alone with his thoughts.
Idly looking up from his medical journal and comparing his hooked talons to the pictured diagram of a normal human's hand in the journal, he watched in bemused fascination as he willed them to grow longer. The claws responded instantly, seamlessly growing longer and more cruelly serrated as they lengthened. Curling his hand into a fist and willing them back to normal size, he looked around to see if anyone was watching.
And in the back of his mind, wished Rabid was there.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:29 pm
It took Liam a good 3 minutes to realize Julian's presense in the foyer. Bored out of his mind and suddenly compelled to talk to his latest victim, he walked up behind the man.
"Having fun?" he asked with absolutely no inflection or Cockney accent, frighteningly enough, in his voice.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:40 pm
Julian gave a startled jump, flicks of white fire springing from his fingertips involuntarily. The sparks tindered the paper of the magazine quickly, blackening and twisting the pages before he could throw it down and stomp the blaze out.
Turning to look at who was speaking to him, Julian gave an embarrassed laugh and picked the destroye journal up off the floor, blowing out a stubborn flicker of fire remaining.
"Oh, yeah. I love accidentally burning things." he said, hoping he didn't sound snide. Now that he wasn't half-conscious and delirious with pain, Julian could get a better look at Liam - those eyes were highly interesting...
"How've you been?" he blurted, trying to keep an encrouching uncomfortable silence at bay.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:48 pm
Bloody Hell. Did I screw up?
The fire was highly unnerving. Pyrokinesis made brutalizing people just that much harder.
"No different," Liam sat down on the nearest comfortable object, "I've had to beat Rabid upside the head with many a blunt object, though. She's a hand-full when she's happy. You?" It took him a moment to realize how bad that could all sound, but he just as soon didn't care. He was tempted to invade Julian's brain but, no, not until he'd condemned himself.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 6:03 pm
Sitting down beside him, discarding the ruined magazine with an annoyed huff, Julian rested his chin on a fist.
"Alright, I suppose. Keep setting things on fire by accident - I'm just glad it doesn't carry heat, or I could really hurt someone."
Not that there's anything wrong with that, he thought before he could stop himself. The lust to kill and injure hadn't quite died down, though he'd taken solace in setting random things on fire to take the edge off.
Aware he'd gotten a slightly glazed look on his face, Julian shook it off and gave Liam a crooked smile.
"I'm glad she's happy - I'm sorta the one responsible for putting her into that state of mind to begin with. I didn't mean to do any harm. I...just thought I was never gonna see her again. I needed her to know. Selfish, I know."
Stretching his arms out and cracking his knuckles absently, he stared, fixated, on his claws again. No matter how long he looked at them, he couldn't quite convince himself they were really there...
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 6:07 pm
"I know," Liam said a bit angrily and untied the collar of his uniform before pulling out his notebook and flipping through, "You're also the one that put her in her...current state of mind. It'd be mean to kill you now. I must say, it's relieving to not have her screaming your name in her sleep any more."
Liam smirked at his totally intentional guilting and Julian's obvious strange expression and continued flicking through his notebook. He stopped on the page of his latest sketches and peered between them and Julian himself. Usually, he would have squirreled it away from view, but he wasn't too concerned about that at the moment. f the kid didn't know what he looked like to the general populace yet, it was about time he did.
Hah. Not bad. Not bad at all...
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:25 pm
Bristling slightly despite himself, and feeling a bit ashamed at the same time, Julian clawed unconsciously at the back of his hands with his fingers, a bit oblivious to the quick-healing cuts he was inflicting.
"I...yeah. It was very selfish, s'matter of fact." he said in a low voice, feeling more ashamed by the second. Propping his elbows on his lap and leaning forward, he gave a heavy sigh and glanced over at the notebook in awkward curiosity.
"Um, if it's not too weird to ask...why are you drawing me?" he asked, recognizing animal-like red eyes.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:41 am
"I plan on using you to harvest the undead," Liam said casually as he flipped back through a bunch of pages, "I just felt like it. Look. There's Rabid."
He held open a page that contained a few sketches of a younger, pudgier, shorter Rabid with moderately less curls, fangs, and freckles. Again, only her eyes were coloured in. Also, although the time of the drawings was quite obviously different due to wear and such, the style hadn't changed at all. That was one of the perks of being posessed by an evil artsy Englishman.
"Look, I'm somewhat glad you told her. Nobody's ever been attracted to Rabid before. She complains...no... complained about it constantly."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:53 am
"Those are pretty good," Julian said, peering at the sketches.
Wishing desperately that he could change the subject, he leaned back and started the nervous clawing again.
"I dunno why not...she's nice, pretty...trustworthy." he mumbled, putting a hand to his heart reflexively. He'd made her promise to do something terrible, and she'd done it without hesitation.
He'd have to be careful with that from now on, though.
Coughing uncomfortably, he stood and picked up the ruined magazine, which crumbled into feathery ash in his hands. Brushing off the fine powder, unsure what do to or say, he hooked his thumbs in his pockets and looked around bemusedly.
"So...how long have you an' her known each other?"
Good Gods. I might as well be talking about the weather. I must sound like a stick. he thought rather sourly, cursing his lack of ability to communicate.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 12:00 pm
"Psh," Liam scoffed and quickly stowed his notebook away, noticing Julian's hand and remembering the story, "Since we were four, lacking last year, me being dead an' all. She's only nice until you get on her bad side." He scratched at the giant bite mark on his neck, usually obscured by his high collar. He'd been on her bad side in the beginning...
He then realized that he was being nice. That just wouldn't do. He dropped his hand and crossed his arms over his chest.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 12:07 pm
Julian nodded in understanding.
"Yeah... she almost choked me to death when I first met her," he said, pausing and trying to remember. "Well, second time, technically, since I didn't remember her from the first time..."
Realizing he was rambling, he cut himself off and chewed at his lower lip, at a loss at what to say. He could practically see the waves of animosity eminating off Liam, which made him even more nervous.
"Did...did I do something? That I'm probably going to regret asking about?" he asked carefully, eyeing Liam with apprehension.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 12:17 pm
Liam decided to explain first. He didn't want the kid not knowing what he did, even if there was a mandatory hatred going on.
"She says you were fine until she mentioned you staying here. You rambled about dragging Crow back to Rijan. You got in a fight, made an excuse, and ran off."
He took some time to think about why, exactly, he was so dead-set on hating Julian. He had given up two thirds of his soul for him. Then again, that was before...oh, Gods. Liam uncrossed his arms and rested his head in his hands.
"It's mostly jealousy, I guess, although the fact that you nearly got her killed physically and metaphorically and made her attempt suicide thrice kind of makes me want to maim you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 12:29 pm
Julian blinked once, then again. Huh?!
'Wait. Wha...what? Back to Rijan? No...no, that's not right at all. I'm never going back to that hell-hole, and Crow'd be executed on sight if I tried to bring her home. Why on earth would Rabid say that?"
He shook his head, desperately wanting Liam to understand. How on earth could Rabid have gotten that notion in her head?
"I'm gonna live here with Crow - I'm... even looking for work. At the hospital in Durem."
Running a hand through his hair, distraught, he took a step back from Liam. He'd been in too much pain as of late to not take any kind of threat seriously.
"When did she say I said this? I mean, there was the time when we first met, but that wasn't me! I don't even remember any of it!" Practically tearing at his hair in guilted frustration, he threw up his hands in hopeless apology.
"And I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it? I lo-" he choked and coughed, feeling himself turn red. "I....really like her. I didn't mean to hurt her like I did, I swear."
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