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He fell back on the bed when she left, and while he wasn't going to show it around her he felt exceptionally drained. It was almost as if he had given something over to her without intending to. ((^_^)) He lay there for a few minutes before slowly getting up to head back towards the bathroom to retrieve his belt. From there he'd head off towards the kitchen, sliding in just after she had sat down at the window. Slowly he'd make his way over and up to where she was, but not without holding back a moment to admire her from afar.

((^_^ You should, but I'd think getting anything near what he looks like would be difficult. I might have one or two images I could find on the web that relates to where the idea for IV came from, however.))

He gave her a mischevious grin as she approached, "Well I know what I'd like to eat, but I think I did plenty of that already, for now anyway. If theres anymore of that racist Titan king I sure could go for a left leg today." The way he talked about eating humanoid body parts seemed...highly unnatural, though seeing that he himself was highly unnatural and he'd been doing it so long it was second nature. After returning the kiss he ran the back of a finger down her cheek, smiling, "You don't have to call me IV if you don't want to...the man I used to be, Turey Izmir, aye, you can call me that; Turey. You're likely one of the only people that would even know that name now..."

((The first one is a Bodak, a monster in dungeons and dragons. The second is The Nameless One from one of my favorite computer games, Planescape: Torment. The bodak is tall and mostly featureless while The Nameless One has grey puckered skin that is covered in scars. mix it up a little, give him a brown tint instead, and voila, IV. He has no hair, but spines of bone stick out anywhere from about a centimeter to about two feet, variable anywhere in between. They slick back as if combed that way. He also usually has similar, but thicker spines on his arms on the outside that are usually about six inches or so.))

He let out a sigh, "Well, I didn't actually take the name IV for myself. Shameless Pain is a name I did take, but not IV. The name IV was given to me, an abbreviation for Inferi Vulgus. Its latin, but I can't remember exactly for what. Its supposed to mean something like the pain of a million people or something. Before that my name was Regret, a name given to me by Torment after he killed me and brought me back as a ghoul."

He seemed rather ashamed or embarrased, it wasn't exactly a subject he discussed often. He poked at the rather large leg, his finger becoming much like a bladed claw as he began scoring lines in the flesh.

He sat there poking at it and eating a little bit, but didn't say much else, nor did he eat much else. He seemed truly distressed over the memories he was calling up. The slaughter that had occured here, the men he had eaten alive, the women he had torn limb from limb, the children he had fed them only moments before. He hated himself for all he had done, but he couldn't change it and he could never find salvation, nowhere, perhaps, but in her smile.

He nodded slightly as she stroked his head, "Yeah...I know." When she looked up the the window he glanced in the direction as well, "Knowing Rasarai he's likely in a panic cause he can't find either of us after we abruptly disappeared when those bots retreated. Heh, he might even think we're in league with them." As she went off to go fetch him some clothes he began to protest, but she was gone before he could say anything worthwhile.

((Sorry it took me so long to reply...if you're still around. >.< And you changed again. >.< That looks better though ^_^))

When she returned she'd find him still poking at that same leg, having eaten a little bit more, but not too much. It wasn't as if he truly needed to eat again, having eaten just yesterday and such. When she landed before him he stood up with a smile, "Wow...I don't think anyone's ever made me clothes before..." He reached out to take them, but paused, gesturing to the symbol, "What does this mean?"

((>.< I got to leave soon, got class in two hours and I have to get there first, and before I get there I have to leave, and before I leave I got to get ready. >.<))

He chuckled, "Ok, ok, I'll just have to beat it out of you later." He stuck out his tongue as he took the shirt first, slipping it over his head, and it did indeed seem to fit him perfectly, though he didn't have any doubt it would. Next came the pants, appreciating the many pockets just the same as would Torment, never have enough pockets in which to store stuff. Taking the jacket he slipped it around his shoulders, noticing it seemed to compensate for the slight bulge over his right shoulderblade. He smiled towards her once it was on, twirling to give her a view of the fit before striking a pose.

((>.> One last one and then I'll get off. ^_^))

When she hugged and kiss him he did not only reciprocate, but he lifted her right off the ground and did a little spinning thing. When he set her down he was still smiling, but thought for a minute, "Hmm...self repairing eh? Even if it gets torn to shreds? You know...like if I have to suddenly grow to a size thats not exactly fitting of these clothes and I get really scaly and covered in spikes and stuff."