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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:32 pm
The elevator kicked to life and soon brought down a semi familiar face. Xaith stepped out of the shaft and sniffed at the air. Two old scents. He'd met one...Purple hair...Rather long horns. The other one, he had smelled before, but didn't think he had met this one. And then two others. Something inside of him kicked. His body went limp for a fleeting moment, but it was long enough for him to have to throw his body weight back against the now shut elevator door to keep himself from falling. He grunted as he hit the door, and was slowly working on regaining his composure. What the Hell was that? Why was it sturring? Nothing had been set off. There was no reason for the beast to be...Whatever. He'd keep it contained.
With a slight sweat glistening on his face, Xaith stepped toward the bar in a simple attire. Black sleeveless shirt that exposed rather well-toned biceps and forearms, black loose fit jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. Simple. He walked on light feet toward the bar. Purple haired man was there. Seemed to have lost his horns. A girl behind the bar. One man leaning with his back against the counter. This one seemed rather...Dead. Awfully pale. Strange. And then another man leaning forwards against the bar, this one in a cloak. Hopefully this one wasn't as scary looking as the other guy. And with that thought, something seemed to hit him in the stomach. A more inward pain than an outer one. He clutched his eyes shut for a moment. In just that small fraction of a second, several images flashed through his mind: Shaking hands with a man he'd never met, laughing with him. A woman who he'd never even dreamt of. And then a large swarm of demons closing in on him.
His breathing now gone ragged, he almost stumbles to a stool and plops himself down to the cloaked man. He just had to sit next to the guy that was probably doing this to him. The moment he'd made a kind of mental joke about this man, he was struck by images he hadn't ever thought of before. But right now, he was too weak to do anything about it. He placed a hand on the counter and clutched it into a fist, trying to regain his composure yet again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:39 pm
::Nodding graciously to the barkeep, who Twist now knows is Jade thanks to the dude in the hat - who is apparently named Yenek - the vampire takes up the drink, satisfied. He didn't even need to ask for any names. Apparently someone here is named Dalquis, but...nobody's raising their hand...guess he isn't here. Andamuel just shakes his head, in case the last unknown man should look his way, and tilts his head back to down a drink of his whiskey. Good stuff, though not too filling. In more than one way.
Clearing his throat, he sets the cup back down, taking notice that the new girl isn't making much noise. Quiet, compared to everyone else here. Holding back his sudden notion to introduce himself to Jade, he just takes a second pull from his drink. Not one to interrupt without good reason. It's been a day now since he's fed, so he should set out to find a meal. Yenek seems to be a decent enough choice - even if just because Twist hasn't taken kindly to him - but he'd prefer something that won't fight back much. Nobody here seems to fit that bill.
Despite that, the menu grows longer. Yet one more arrival, this one appearing rather troubled. A chuckle so soft it escapes as a quick breath through his nose, Twist just stares at him as he stumbles by, looking like he's been punched in the gut. He's not having a great night, from the looks of it.::
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:47 pm
He opened his mouth to speak, but something made his voice get caught up in his throat. Dalquis was closer now. He looked around and caught a glimpse of a boy struggling to stay on his feet. Then a dull thud! as the boy slammed his back against the elevator door. He arched an eyebrow at the boy's strange behavior. He was carrying Dalquis' essence, but not the appearance. It was Dalquis. Had to be. Not the appearance, but then again, Sekyo had taught the man how to transfer souls. He probably picked this boy's body because it held immense power. It did, Sekyo could tell, but the body was still nothing.
The boy was moving over to him...Hobbling over to him. Stumbling. Whatever one wanted to call it. He nearly fell into a stool next to Sekyo. He turned his head over slightly and allowed his voice to be heard as it was meant to be for the first time on this planet.
"You okay, Dalquis?"
He wore a smug grin, but due to the shadow that the hood cast over his face, nobody would ever know.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:55 pm
~{ People in orion...roleplaying...what is going on here! ninja }~
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 9:59 pm
The voice came from right next to him, and had been projected in his vicinity. Dalquis? It kicked again and Xaith's body. He let his blue hair hang over his eyes and he clutched at his gut. He knew it wouldn't help. Just reflex, he supposed. But why was this guy calling him Dalquis? And why was it making the Beast stir? He lifted his head and looked to his left. The hooded man was looking at him, but he couldn't see the man too well. The hood. But with the way the man's head was positioned, Xaith was undoubtedly looking directly at the man's eyes. He forces a trembling smile at the man.
"Sorry, but you've got the wrong guy."
His voice wasn't steady as it normally was. He had the pain to blame for that. He grunted and looked to the counter in front of him. His vision was starting to blur. What was happening to him? The man that had called him Dalquis had to be doing something. But he was powerless to stop the man. He could hardly stand on his own two feet, let alone take somebody down. Not to mention that Xaith just knew he couldn't handle this man. He couldn't feel any energy flowing from this man's body, but he just knew...But how...?
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:04 pm
Jade nodded to Yenek with a slight smile, turning back around and reaching for the top shelf item of Crown Royal. This was the good stuff, and it could kick you like a mule if you weren't careful. Picking up the glass again with her tail, the Saiya-jin poured the golden liquid into the glass, and placed it before Yenek.
This place is becoming very crowded all of a sudden, the girl realized. There were six there now, including her. And all of them were people she hadn't met yet. Still, it seemed everyone was all set now, even though the two at the further end, the hood guy and the stumbling boy, did make her a bit curious. Still, drama was something was a river that ran deep here at Club Orion, and most didn't try to swim another persons river unless nessicary. So she was going to stay on dry land with that one.
Glancing about, Jade decided that everyone could fend for themselves.
"Well everyone, the bar is open for what you need. But if it's a mess when I come back, there'll be trouble, y'got that?"
She spoke with a smile though, so it wasn't too serious of a threat. Picking up her bottle of water, the girl bowed slightly.
"Goodnight, ya'll."
The Saiya-jin girl smiled a bit more at the vampire with a slight nod to him personally as she departed, since he was about the only one she had conversed with. But for now, she had some training to get back to. Father would be waiting, after all.
Jade stepped out from behind the bar, and headed for the elevator again. She pressed the call button, and stepped inside with her key ready as the doors hissed shut in front of her, carrying her back up to the top of the tower.
((And.....I'm bloody tired. Goodnight ya'll. *scurries to her Lair, and drags Deity with her*))
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:08 pm
((Nighty night, Miss Jade.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:14 pm
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Yenek capped the bottle and gave it a shake then opened it back up and took another sip. He licked his lips "Thats some good stuff right there," he said to himself and saw the stumbling Xaith "You all right there Xaith?" he asked
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:17 pm
<< cx;; ::dragged off:: <33 >>
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:29 pm
Got the wrong guy? No way. This was Dalquis. He felt his presence. And now the man with the holes in his hat called the boy Xaith. Who the ******** was Xaith? And why did he carry the signature of Dalquis? The boy's body posessed the power to take out Dalquis, no doubt. In fact, it seemed like the boy's power also came from something else. All of the boy's power was not his own. Without even a gesture, Sekyo reached into the boy's mind. Two chambers...? What was this all about? What kind of person had two thought chambers? With great ease, Sekyo took down the boy's mental barrier and was able to read the boy's mind. Accessed every drop of information in the boy's brain in less than a second.
The second chamber broke and Sekyo could only read the desire to kill in that section. The boy Xaith seemed to have a dark side. But it wasn't him. He dug deeper and found a shred of a memory. Dalquis. It was the moment Sekyo had flung him back to safety from the swarm of demons. He was there!
He knew he hadn't been wrong. But something in the boy's head snapped. The thoughts from the second chamber had begun leaking into Xaith's section. This would cause the boy to only kill. He trapped any further leakage back into the second chamber-Dalquis' chamber-to prevent any further damage. Hopefuly nothing would come from this small transfer.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:47 pm
Xaith looked the the purple haired man and gave a slight smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
But in that instant, he felt something break down his mental barrier. This wasn't good. He felt a certain signature of who was breaking into his thoughts. The hodded man. He looked over to the man, suddenly having the ability to ignore the pain. He thrust his body forward, trying to slide from the seat. He was cut short and his body suddenly went stiff. He seemed to be stuck in time for ages, trying to move his body, but unable. His eyes gave off a slight red slow before the whites slowly faded black and his once blue color of his eyes shifted to a bright, violent red. He tried to scream, but his body sat suspended in time and he had no control over what it did. He could only think. He knew what was happening. His mind raced.
'No!'
That was his last coherant thought. The world around him began to spin before he slipped into nothingness.
Blood. Kill. Annihilate. Those were the only things that traveled through it's mind. It glanced around. Five. Five. It needed more. Kill. Blood. One right next to it. Right there. See it. Kill it. Attack. A clawed right hand swung through the air, half clenched, claws aimed directly for the hooded figure's throat with a speed that could hardly be seen.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:55 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:57 pm
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<<@Sone: .....don't you start.... <-<; >>
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:58 pm
((@DEITY: DEITY! O3O *tackleglomp* ^3^))
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:59 pm
::Nodding deeply to Jade as she says her goodbyes and departs, he raises his glass.::
Sleep tight. I'll not start trouble.
::Flashing a fanged grin, Twist downs the last of his drink before setting it down on the counter. He assumes someone will come by eventually and clean up the area, so he opts against cleaning the glass and putting it away himself. His gloves aren't all that clean to begin with.
Hearing the drama going on a few seats over, Andamuel decides that he'd best take his leave. Pushing away from the bartop, the vampire steps around the three-man grouping. Shifting his coat aside as he reaches down the side of his right leg, he unfastens a small buckle before gripping the hilt of his dagger and unsheathes it. The blade is short and narrow, looking very light as the man tosses it into the air, catching it tip-down on his way to the door. Looks like a fight is breaking out, but that's nothing new. This vampire has been both participant and instigator of many a bar fight. As he walks, he calls out to all those remaining.::
'Night gents. I'm takin' leave o'this weirdness.
::He'll be back before his day is through, but he needs food, and getting a lay of the land wouldn't be too bad of an idea, either. There's bound to be a cave or something around here that is home to some manner of large fleshy beast that he can eat. Stopping only a pace from the door, Andamuel bites his blade before reaching down and buttoning up his shirt and coat, keeping the top few of his trenchcoat open to allow easier access to his firearm. With that, he takes his knife back into his right hand, twisting the doorknob with his left and stepping outside. Damn, it's cold up here. Before the door shuts Twist can be seen cradling his arms to his chest and running out into the snow, in a hurry to reach the woods.::
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