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 Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:03 am
And again, just no way to get around those weird a** contradictions. Preferred not to kill, but perfectly fine and really just keeping his cool through their little chat. Just felt... weird. In that... Samael wasn't quite right, but he wasn't wrong enough.
"You," Marks swore, taking another drink and turning away, "Are really ******** up."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:06 am
"Thank you," he chuckled at him, having half expected him to lunge and beat him senseless. He took a drink, as well, when the other turned away. He snickered once swallowed, and licked his lips once more, tongue touching the tip of his fang.
"Ah, but you were the one who -offered-, love." Fun how he took up the nickname 'love' of all things. He smirked in his direction, "Shouldn't have, if you didn't mean it," there was a mocking pout in his tongue, eyes narrowing slowly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:12 am
Throwing him a glance of irritable disbelief, Marks rolled his eyes and finally drained the glass, setting it down with a crystalline thunk. "Guess you just haven't intrigued me enough yet, darling," he bit back, heavy on the sarcasm with a side of malice, "They're prettier on the dangerous side - you're all..." smirk, shake of head, "I dunno, neutered, I guess. What's a vamp without the kill?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:18 am
"Aw, and I thought we had a thing going," he taunted, and took down the rest of his own drink, slipping the glass further away from him so the bartender could take it.
He chuckled, "Ah, so you're interested in the -killing- types?" He paused, "Well, that could be arranged. But, you know, easy meals are so much better, sometimes...though I do, slightly, miss the feel of -warm- blood on my tongue."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:01 pm
Come again? Okay, now he was pretty sure they were hitting on each other. ...Jesus Christ, it had been a really ******** long day, hadn't it?
"Enh, murder's not a necessary interest," he raised an eyebrow, "Just something I find lacking in you. If it were that easy to catch my interest wouldn't I be better off hitting up the local jail then this lousy place?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:18 pm
Ah, but he was playing, truly. The other had caught his interest in the fact that he actually found that killing prey was...better? Or was he looking at this wrong?
He shrugged a bit, "Good point," he smirked, before resting his elbows to the counter, chin to his palms. Mm, it had been a slow day for him. Amazing how it could spark up by just an angry guy wandering in..angry, was that even the word? He had a feeling that the other wasn't really... ..well, okay, he did seem mad. But, to no one in paticular, at this point..that he could point out.
He knew he was beginning to annoy him, though. But that was half the fun of this place.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:42 pm
Waiting sullenly for an adjoinder to the recognition, Marks found himself somewhat disappointed that the words hadn't kept coming. Normally he wasn't one for talking - not that he didn't talk, he just wasn't, you know, that much of a chatterbox. But how the hell could they argue if one of them was just going to shut up?
...Hunh. Something in his brain was clicking the right way, because even though Samael had failed to respond, he was still getting irritated. Not angry, no, he hadn't been truly angry in quite a while - been close earlier today, storming into M'lady's, but hadn't quite reached the vengeance point.
"I thought so," he muttered, shifting to face the unicorn halfway.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:07 pm
No, he didn't seem to want to respond. But, the other was entertaining. He glanced to him curiously, and grinned, leaning forward, towards him, face mere inches from his. "So, you came here to calm down, or to pick a fight, mm?" Now he was curious, backing up slightly when the other turned more towards him.
Tail flicked, and his ears perked, flexing his fingers with a..bored sense. He flicked his tongue over his own lips, feeling his fang nick his lower lip at the quick motion.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 7:14 pm
Baring his teeth in that now familiar move, a sign of irritation or perhaps honest aggression, lips curled and a murmur passed the bare distance between them, "Can't do the first without the second," he advised grimly.
And it certainly felt like they were headed... one way, not the other. Didn't find himself minding all that much. In fact... tension building in his fingers, itching for something to do and--
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 7:41 pm
At the snarl-like expression, he laughed, and brought a hand up to run his fingers over the other's cheek, tipping the demon's head up beneath his chin with his index finger.
He noted the tension, and glanced towards his hand, as if getting ready for a strike. Licking his lips, he leaned forward once more, "I can -cease- my habit of drinking..donated blood right here, right now." He purred, and tapped his thumb to the other's cheek.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 7:49 pm
There was no reaction, no narrowing of eyes, no jerk away, nothing hostile nor even positive at the touch. Neutrality, as if nothing had happened. He allowed for a certain mobility, to be touched and moved those bare amounts...
Until reaching to touch the back of the hand on his face, light-fingered whisper of flesh above flesh as a smile dawned into taunting, "Think you could stomach it, Sammie?" he purred - though it sounded more like a growl, erupting from somewhere rougher than the throat.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 7:56 pm
"I'm sure I could," usually, he would have been a bit more hostile, and probably would have just bitten him right then and there...but, he restrained himself. Though he drank donated blood, it was also to keep up the safety of others. If he decided to gorge on blood, they'd lose a fair amount of people, wouldn't they?
At the feeling of the other's hand over his own, his fingers slipped over his jaw, holding him in place, "You sure you could take the pain, love? Maybe even if I decided to make you my little pet?" He questioned, and flicked his tongue out at him tauntingly..a bit longer and thinner than most would have. A vampire's tongue. His fangs seemingly grew at the thought of food, or maybe a companion. Who knew.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:08 pm
Now this was waaay more like it. For a moment he wondered what it would take to take down this kind of vampire. Then the moment was past and all he bothered to register was that no matter what Samael was made of or what strange thing had instilled itself in his being, he was probably still fully capable of feeling pain.
And if there was one thing he knew, it was probably pain.
Well, that and cooking.
More to the point --Marks' smile curled slightly wider as the fingers towards his jaw and in one smooth movement, a single and powerful flap and spread of wings giving him momentum he'd lifted the vampire up into the air for the brief time it takes to gasp before slamming him down on the bar, crouched over and pinning him with forearm pressed hard against jugular, knocking glasses aside with the viciousness of his sudden introduction of wingspan. "We talking pain, sweetheart?" he growled, low and predatory, "You sound like we're not gonna take turns."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:19 pm
Ah, now it was time to liven things up.
He blinked, but he didn't even have time to make a comment to the other's smile. He was dragged up, then shoved back down...no gasp, no growl, not even a thrash when he was slammed down. He made a slight grunting noise, the pain rushing down his spine from the rough shove to the stirdy wood..then the crushing arm to his neck.
He smirked..and brought a hand up to take hold of the other's wrist, not saying a word..though his lips parted to aid in taking a deep breath..tips of his fangs bared below his pale upper lip.
He cleared his throat as best as he could, "Ah--not wanting..to share, are we?" He questioned, gripping onto his wrist a bit harder, free hand raising to slip into Marks' hair, smirk fading into a warm smile, "Have at it, love. But--I do expect repayment." His knee rose up to press against the male's rear, in an attempt to push him forward..maybe to free his throat, maybe just to tease him. Either way.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:33 pm
Twisted little b*****d. Didn't matter.
A smirk and whiff of dark amusement escaped his lips, echo of mannerisms not originally his own--no, not of the moment, it didn't matter--and he raised Samael's head and shoulders by grip on his coat lapels, letting loose the vampire's throat though still preventing freedom. "You've gotta fight for the top, love," he murred deeply, words breathed almost close enough to be felt. "Winner doesn't owe a thing."
Unfortunately for the demon's more violent intentions, management seemed disinclined to allow for further reckless and property damaging behavior. However, deeming neither individual a particular threat to the community at large management also felt no need to disrupt the fight settling instead for a simple translocation spell, shifting the two brawlers - well, brawler and (thus far) victim - through space to fifteen feet removed from the door, outside.
Thus Marks, thoroughly disused to the oddity and frequency of Gaian abilities, was momentarily thrown off by the sudden change in his surroundings. No more walls, no more bar... street, dark and wind. 'the hell?
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