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 Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 9:16 am
 ☢ ☠ ₳ʈɧεɳą ₦ɩɠɧʈɱąŗε ☠ ☢
☢ ☠ ₤ą ₱εʈɩʈε ₥σŗʈε ☠ ☢
☠Łevel 5☢βloody Ŗazor☢₭i:890/900☠
⊰Dacă nu ne-am fi-ntâlnit
(Absolut din întâmplare),
Tu pe altul oarecare
Tot aşa l-ai fi iubit.
Dacă nu-ţi ieşeam în drum
Ai fi dat cu bucurie
Altuia străin, nu mie,
Mângâierile de-acum. Athena chuckled knowing all to well how she despised following order so the story he told her was highly believable in her opinion. The steamy waters had begun it quick change to cold as she looked up at him. As she slowly reached up with her right hand she lightly touched his cheek in a gentle manner and murmured softly to him. "Come her Victor you haven't properly greeted me yet and I been sleeping for so long." her Romanian laced voice was pure seduction as she pulled him by the chin to her level before she stole a kiss from him. Once she pulled away she turned off the water to the shower. "I know we have work to do so playtime could wait unless I am convinced otherwise." she stepped out the shower not bothering to grab a towel as she went to the bedroom. Little did Athena know everyone assumed the Romanian was dead since no one had seen her in ages. Then again she could only remember her lover and teacher Victor. Ai avea şi vreun copil
Care, poate (idiotul!),
Ar fi semănat în totul
Cu-acel tată imbecil.
Şi aşa… ce lucru mare
Că-ntr-o zi ne-am întâlnit
Şi că-s foarte fericit, –
Absolut din întâmplare!⊱
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:19 pm
The Assassin "the blood is the life" <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Victor reveled in the sweet kiss Athena stole from him as the warm shower water bathed their wet bodies. As usual, she knew how to get his blood pumping. Before they could go any further, however, his student had turned off the water and left. He smirked, staring after her dripping wet body, and took care to run a hand through his drenched hair before stepping out as well. "Hmmm as much as I do enjoy our playtime together, there is work to be done." The Assassin hummed, his usual deep and malicious tone following after her. "These people aren't going to kill themselves, you know. And there's still so much you need to remember."
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "give it to me"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:10 am
☢ ☠ ₳ʈɧεɳą ₦ɩɠɧʈɱąŗε ☠ ☢
☢ ☠ ₤ą ₱εʈɩʈε ₥σŗʈε ☠ ☢
☠Łevel 5☢βloody Ŗazor☢₭i:890/900☠
⊰Dacă nu ne-am fi-ntâlnit
(Absolut din întâmplare),
Tu pe altul oarecare
Tot aşa l-ai fi iubit.
Dacă nu-ţi ieşeam în drum
Ai fi dat cu bucurie
Altuia străin, nu mie,
Mângâierile de-acum.Athena shrugged as she dug through the dressers finding her ever so familiar clothing. She pulled on her usual garb of leather and chains before pulling her ebony locks into a ponytail. She called back to him as she found a silver flask in one the drawers. She picked it up and examined it causing her to get a severe headache of sorts, she dropped the flask and rubbed her temples. "I know they can't kill themselves we could only be so lucky if they do. Ugh Victor does the name Izotz mean anything to you. I found his flask in the drawer with my clothes." when she spoke his name she happened to have a place pop up in her mind and it was a bar and something that sounded like Russian. Ai avea şi vreun copil
Care, poate (idiotul!),
Ar fi semănat în totul
Cu-acel tată imbecil.
Şi aşa… ce lucru mare
Că-ntr-o zi ne-am întâlnit
Şi că-s foarte fericit, –
Absolut din întâmplare!⊱
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:38 pm
The Assassin "the blood is the life" <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Victor draped a wet towel around his neck while he gathered his belongings. After covering his nudity with a pair of expensive slacks he fished out his usual get-up from the closet. The sleek leather trench-coat with dark undershirt gave Victor a very intimidating look. "Izotz? I don't recall." He lied in a casual tone while he walked back to the bathroom to comb his hair. Of course he knew Izotz well enough, but hanging around that loathsome buffoon would only distract Athena and dull her already forgotten skills. He would need his student back in fighting form before she was ever to waste time searching for some alcoholic nobody in the back-water drain of the campus. "How do you know the flask was his?"
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "give it to me"
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 11:06 pm
The Assassin "the blood is the life" <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Victor doesn't react to Calypso's appearance. He'd sensed her ever since she first entered his area. That was the kind of training he'd undertaken, the ability to sense others and hide himself. Although, her appearance was still quite unexpected. Victor was used to that, Calypso's unpredictability. Her madness both crippled her and made her strong. It was something he had sensed long ago. It was one of the things that made her so attractive.
The suave killer followed her out into his room, staring at her while she laid herself out on the bed. Silently he imagined what sound she would make if he turned a blade around in her liver, as he would so often do in their early days as a team. The poor Calypso, teamed up with one brother that wanted to use her and another who wanted to tear her to shreds. But there she was, too insane not to play along.
"Professionalism is my motif." He reminded her, finally replying with that dark voice of his that washed over every corner of his crypt. Slowly Victor began circling the bedside, like a predator creeping up to its next meal. "And I have missed you as well." He returned her grin with his own, flashing a sharp, white incisor that sat in his smile. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "give it to me"
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 8:06 pm
The Assassin "the blood is the life" <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Victor didn't seem to react to Calypso's touch, as she played with his collar, her face inches from his own. Two blood moons stared down at her in quiet contemplation. "I couldn't begin to fathom." He casually replied to her comment about monsters, his voice dark and smooth in the haunting air. Victor knew a lot about monsters, and didn't pretend not to understand that he was one. When he started being a monster, however, he could no longer remember.
Afterwards, Calypso asked him what he wanted most. Such strange questions were asked of him tonight, but Victor knew it was best not to brace against the flow of her insanity. He continued to answer her calmly, a hint of ambition now lurking in his tone. "Life." The vampiric assassin tilted his head down at her, showing wolfish features that conveyed the gravitas of his reply.
Then, not too unexpectedly, Calypso turned the mood from one that reminded Victor of his insatiable blood lust. Dinner, it was to be. The suave man chuckled lightly and took a step back. "I'll make ourselves something to eat." He would state before moving to the kitchen. His little crypt away from the campus truly had everything. If it wasn't for the cold concrete and skeletal remains that decorated Victor's home, one could almost forget that they were living in a graveyard. The assassin removed his long, dark coat and hanged it up on a rack on his way out of the room. A tight black undershirt beneath it clung to his skin, outlining every inch of his developed muscle-tone. Once he was in the kitchen, however, Victor would adorn a convenient chef apron. It was silly to imagine that someone like him would ever wear such a thing, but he did say that professionalism was his motif. Messes of this nature could be avoided with an apron, and so that's what he wore. Revving up the stove, Victor prepared to cook a meal for himself and his guest.
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "give it to me"
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:50 am
The Assassin "the blood is the life" <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "Well the cafeteria has been off limits to people like us for some time now." Victor first replied to his guest while he collected ingredients from around the room. Pausing briefly to glance at her, he would add "We learn what we need to survive." Then Victor was back to boiling water and gathering spices.
He didn't mind her company. Calypso stayed out of his way and merely teased him about what he was making, to which he replied, "Chicken Piccatta, actually." The chicken breasts hissed as he would slide them into the frying pan, already rich with breading and spices. In another pot he prepared the noodles and sauce. More than simply learn how to cook, Victor excelled at it. This might've seemed surprising, but then again, even Hannibal was a great cook. "Although, I had a heart once. It was...highly overrated."
Victor smirked and returned to his cooking. Of course, cannibalism wasn't much of Victor's thing, but they both knew that either one of them wouldn't really have a problem with it. That was one of the core characteristics that all of Ludus' top fighters seemed to share, their willingness to do anything without a care for how it might be judged. Ethics were often forgotten on this island, remote and removed from other so-called 'civilized' nations with their laws and morality.
The food was starting to smell overwhelmingly good. It was almost ready, Victor was sure, when Calypso pounced over to his side. "Be patient, kitty." He teased with knowing smirk. "I'll feed you soon enough."
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "give it to me"
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 12:29 am
The Assassin "the blood is the life" <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> The meat was quickly stirred and sizzled to perfection. The victorian-style man glided over the steps of his dinner preparation with practiced ease. Two glasses of red wine were poured and a small table was set, complete with clean matching plates, napkins, and silverware. For such a monster, Victor was surprisingly cultured at being a good host. Although, perhaps this was just his own way of distracting himself from Calypso's sex appeal. Every sway and seductive look she cast at him made his blood boil, but he knew better than to give in so carelessly. Of course, this was not the first time they'd made advances at each other. The last time they got into it, however, Calypso chewed off his ear and Victor carved up her back with a steak knife. Pain was always involved in their kind of pleasure, but between his bloodlust and her insanity there was always the risk of severe injury. If Victor ever allowed himself to die in such a way, it would be the most pathetic practical joke. He would not let himself be reduced to such an end, and so he remained polite but wary of his most dangerous guest.
Victor turned off the stove and added the chicken and noodles onto each of their plates, the sauce blending over both to add sweet flavor to the already delicious meal. "Dorian..." He muttered, steam rolling off of the plates and rising up between them. The calm and collected assassin found even thinking about his half-brother to be a nuisance. "Well...I don't hate him. I just don't trust him." Victor explained and placed both plates on opposite sides of the table, and gestured for Calypso to sit. He wouldn't take his seat until she did.
Soon after the two would find themselves enjoying a pleasant meal. Victor chewed his food softly while his guest inquired about him further. He could really only guess why the sudden interest, but perhaps Dorian had something to do with it. Usually when something strange happened in his life, Dorian was to blame, but with Calypso there was no real telling. She was a wild card that would often say or do things without reason. "Where I go doesn't matter." He answered before continuing,
"I do the same thing wherever I go, and I don't hold attachments or preference to one location over another." He stared down at his food and continued eating even after she mentioned wanting to be with him. This woman, she knew how hurtful he could be and yet she pursued him anyways. Did she not remember, or did she keep trying this because she expected some different result? That was the true definition of insanity.
"You're right, I don't need this. But it does have its advantages. I get paid to do what I love, and I get to stand on the cusp of human achievement. Haha, not that neither of us really care for that sort of rubbish." His laugh was rich and dark, one that reflected the conviction of his words. "Neither of us need this "squalor" and yet we all stay anyways. I assume you know why just as well as I do, even if you won't admit it." Victor moved the fork to his mouth and swallowed another delicious bite of his cooking. Indeed, there was something different here, a power that couldn't be found anywhere else in the world. Dorian knew it, and that's why he wished to control it so obsessively. Whatever Akasun was hiding, whatever Victor and Dorian knew about it, it was more important to them than anything the rest of this uselessly insignificant world had to offer.
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "give it to me"
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 7:32 am
☢ ☠ ₳ʈɧεɳą ₦ɩɠɧʈɱąŗε ☠ ☢
☢ ☠ ₤ą ₱εʈɩʈε ₥σŗʈε ☠ ☢
☠Łevel 5☢βloody Ŗazor☢₭i:890/900☠
⊰Dacă nu ne-am fi-ntâlnit
(Absolut din întâmplare),
Tu pe altul oarecare
Tot aşa l-ai fi iubit.
Dacă nu-ţi ieşeam în drum
Ai fi dat cu bucurie
Altuia străin, nu mie,
Mângâierile de-acum.Athena stood there simply watching the female guest and her lover her person being completely being ignored. it slightly infuriated the Romanian assassin as she knelt down to pick up the flask that she dropped earlier. She knew Victor was hiding something from her but she couldn't place her finger on it. She walked past the two her chains jingling and her blade upon her right hip. She pulled her rosary from her corset she normally wore and ripped it from her throat causing the beads to be spilled across the dead cold ground. he wasn't paying attention to her and well that gave athena a chance to leave the basement. She took her time going up the stares and as if by muscle memory she pulled the lever to shut the door. Athena then left the monastery looking up at the sky above her as she walked through the never ending fog. She came to the walnut tree and what seemed to be a vision of her climbing the tree screaming at Victor about him not loving her and only using her as a toy for his pleasure. Her head ached after remembering but something clicked in her mind he said she had been sleeping for awhile and she was furious because she now knew he was a cause as to why she couldn't remember anything.Turning back around she made her way back to the monastery anger seeping through her tiny five foot two inch form. Once she made it to Victor's chambers she noticed the sexual tension between him and his guest and with her left hand she threw the silver flask at the back of his head in attempts to grab his attention. Then turning her glare to the female her aura grew deadly which meant she was not in the mood to be ******** with. Turning her emerald gaze back to Victor she spoke to him in fluent Romanian her tone hissing and infuriating to the ear. "Ticălosule! Știu că ai făcut ceva la amintirile mele și apoi flirtezi cu o altă femeie, în fața mea, atunci când eu sunt iubita ta! Ce-am făcut vreodată la tine pentru a merita acest victor tratament.Sunt destul de sigur că i-au dat la o mulțime de lucruri pentru a fi cu tine si asta este ceea ce am lua! te că femeia de aici, deoarece nu este tensiune evidentă între voi doi. te mint, inseala, fără inimă.fiu de catea! ai promis că-mi-ar-ar avea nici o alta în afară de mine te naibii cățea!"Tears rarely appeared on the steadfast Romanian but there were being fought back as she turned and went to leave the monastery once more and went to the cemetery to go calm her nerves before she lashed out at him. She was infuriated with him as she leaned against a tombstone. Ai avea şi vreun copil
Care, poate (idiotul!),
Ar fi semănat în totul
Cu-acel tată imbecil.
Şi aşa… ce lucru mare
Că-ntr-o zi ne-am întâlnit
Şi că-s foarte fericit, –
Absolut din întâmplare!⊱ ihamlet Ooc: sorry had finals and been working fenfen knows
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 12:37 am
The Assassin "the blood is the life" <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "So you wish to stay?" His guest inquired, but Victor did not answer. The assassin hid his true mystery in a polite but knowing smile. Silver scratched the plate while Victor dug his way through the meal, continuing to quietly listen to his guest. Insane as she might be, Calypso always had something interesting to say. It was one of her more personable attributes, one that added to her beauty.
Of course, he knew that Calypso's true desire was destruction. They were both alike in this regard, and yet they still also wanted to enjoy something meaningful. Perhaps Victor had already found that, bathed in the riches of class and decor that suited his tastes. Although, the mysterious silence that continued could make one wonder if there was something more to it. "I find it difficult to talk about hunger over a hot meal." Victor finally commented, breaking the silence with something that resembled a joke.
Just when things were starting to seem civil, however, Athena barged in. Again, she lacked the subtlety and manners that Victor had tried to teach her. This was getting both embarrassing and annoying, but his face didn't show it. Victor instead kept his focus forward on Calypso, and didn't move but to nonchalantly lean three inches to the left to dodge a silver flask Athena had thrown at his head. After some particularly foul foreign language the student marched out, which left Victor and his guest in another kind of strange silence. "I think she got the wrong idea about us." He broke the awkward silence again with something that, again, only resembled a joke.
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> "give it to me"
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