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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 4:41 pm
Mrs. Cook nodded and allowed the elevator to go, nodding to Kit's question. "Oh yes dear, cities like this are tall some are taller than here. Beau is an old term for boyfriend. There's nothing wrong with that dear." She patted Kit's hand motherly. "Doctor Buckingham is a very nice young man and you seem like a very nice young lady. So...It makes sense that you both would be very nice for each other." Smiling the woman looked up as their floor ringed and exited, taking Kit's hand with her.
The hallway was silent. It wasn't like that normal silence you find in hospitals. This was more like that eerie silence that made the little hairs on your neck stand up with apprehension. Mrs. Cook sensed it as she frowned a bit but then again, up here only her and a few, very few, select people came up here. "His office is just this way." Going up to double doors she knocked firmly. "Doctor Buckingham? This is Nurse Cook. I have a Miss Kit here looking for you. Are you busy?" She asked, waiting for a cheerful answer but there was only silence.
The demon held himself tense and growled the whole time. Never again was he going near shadows of this kind. Never again. Looking at the hospital he saw the same emergency vehicle who took Kalore away and pointed in that direction. "That is where we can get to the body." He said, explaining that the medics told him that they would hold the body until he came for it. "Ready?" He asked Rave rather than lead the way like the a**hole he is.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:09 pm
A blush was beginning to form on the woman’s cheeks as she looked away for a moment, “B-Boyfriend?” well now, it had been a long time since she had had one of those… but without thinking about it, she looked up and couldn’t help but smile. “He is nice… isn’t he?” she continued to blush, however, as she continued, “But… we’re not dating… I mean, not that I wouldn’t mind, of course, but we just aren’t. He’s someone that’s really nice, though, and seems really kind, but I think that he can just do a lot better than me… not that I’d mind if he’d settle for me, of course, but-… I’ll shut up now…” Kit looked down again, blushing brightly again. But when she noticed the eeriness of the corridor, however, she frowned. Something was wrong.
“I’ll check on him.” She continued to smile, the charm back on, only this time more subtle and strangely more successful. “He’s probably just resting. Thank you for getting me here, Mrs. Cook.” Turning, she knocked on the door softly, speaking just loud enough when the woman left, “Joker…? Are you okay? I’m coming in, alright?” She sighed some, her hand moving to her belt to touch the knife that was hidden there. She couldn’t fight that well, but she knew enough to know how to defend herself and this time she would do so well if she needed to. Opening the door, she almost dropped as she saw him, “J-Joker…?!”
Rave suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the other as he nodded some, sighing just a bit before leaning back some more as he looked away. “I think that would be for the best…” he definitely wanted to get this over with and if things turned out that this really was Kalore… then Rave would take the exile and simply wander. He didn’t think that he could take seeing Dusk if something happened to Kalore. It had been years since they had been together, but that still didn’t change the fact that there was a deep care for one another that the two shared, even if they rarely showed it. Without making a fuss about his a*****e-y-ness, he soon was following the demon, looking around slowly, almost worried about what it was that he was going to see.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:42 pm
Mrs. Cook nodded and walked away until she was in the elevator. The woman didn't mind that Kit was there on her own with the doctor but still.....Nevermind she needed to trust the young lady. Which was bad that the nurse was gone since she could have helped Kit with Joker. His body lay there sprawled on the large pool of blood, no movement yet there was still activity happening within him yet that too was starting to slow down. The insane man needed to have his body pumped to remove all the toxins that were taking over his body or else he will die. He would also need to be held down if it comes to that or else people will die from his insanity.
The demon went straight to the emergency desk to ask for a burned body that came in a few hours ago. The nurse had been abit as difficult as the one Kit encountered but that's because the woman was made of steel and dealt with pain in the a** people before. Yet the demon didn't have that time to put up with her. Looking straight into her eyes, he "suggested" she lead them to the body because they were family to the deceased.
The nurse nodded numbly with a simple and pleasant yes sir and lead them to the last room where a covered body layed. Monty then "suggested" the nurse go back and leave them alone to mourn until they are ready to take it to the funeral home. Looking at the blanket covered Kalore, his breath caught in his throat. It hit him straight in the gut that his elf was harmed. "There. You go check." He said, keeping away from it, hoping it would lessen the pain he felt.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:04 pm
Cursing loudly, Kit was immediately at his side, checking to see where the blood was coming from and seeing just what it was that had happened. Knife beside her and out of the reach of Joker, she was muttering to herself about the things that needed to be done. “Joker… Joker!” Calling out to him, she soon was moving around to find out something that would tell her just what it was that had happened. Even if someone were to come in the help her then they wouldn’t know what caused this either. Seeing the pill bottle, she frowned some.
There were no wounds… so… was it an OD? Would the man really do that? She didn’t know but that was her best bet. “Damn it, Joker…” Muttering the words, she was at least thankful that this was something she knew how to fit. Kalore had tried to OD once… just once, but that was all that it had taken. She had learned how to handle the situations, how to fix poisons. She had to with Kalore there and with Eri being a constant threat. Kneeling beside him, she began to detox his body, not being able to use anything but the few things that she recognized around the office.
When Monty had ‘suggested’ that the nurse do these things, Rave had watched with complete shock. He knew that the man could do some things that he didn’t really condone, but at the same time… Rave couldn’t judge. He had his own little… not so good abilities… but those weren’t to be shared at the moment. No, those definitely weren’t to be shared yet.
Getting down to the room, though, was one of the harder things that had had done in a long time. He watched the sheet for a moment before he took in a breath, sighing and beginning to move forward. In the back of his mind, he knew that all he had to do was to simply call for the shadows, but that wasn’t something that his body was allowing him to do. Rave was a man that was trained to do what others couldn’t do; it was his job and it was something that he took in stride most of the time. But what if this really was his friend? What if this was Kalore? The thought was too much for him to bear so he simply pretended like he knew that it wasn’t going to be and this was just for Monty’s benefit.
Right… Sure.
Taking in a breath, the sheet was removed and pain struck him immediately before he took in another breath. It looked like Kalore, yes, but as he ran his hand over the charred skin, he frowned some. “Wait a minute…” Something about the texture wasn’t right. Yes, he was charred, but… it didn’t feel like normal skin. It felt like something else. Shaking his head again, he soon was calling for his shadows. It wasn’t here. In fact…
“Harl.” Whispering the word, Rave shook his head, his eyes closed and his hand resting on the forehead of… of whatever this was. “This isn’t him, Monty. Kalore’s in Harl.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:42 pm
The demon watched Rave, clenching his jaw and hoping that damned elf was right about his assumptions. If that elf was wrong he was going to burn him to a crisp too. Yet when Rave confirmed his own suspicions there was this weight apprehension lifted from him. He left slightly lighter that that body wasn't his elf. Yet....Taking steps forward he looked at the body and watched the elf touch the skin. It looked as if the skin was...fake or something.
Frowning he touched it but then snapped his head up to growl at Rave. "What. Did. You. Say?" The black haired elf did not just say Harl. If Kalore was in Harl then two things could have happened. One, Kalore finally had some sense in him to run the hell away from him and possibly find someone better than him. But that didn't explain why burn his house and put a fake him in there.
Or, something happened to his elf and something about Eri's stench was all over it. Maybe with outside help too because no one, not even the group besides Joker and Gambler knew about his house in the suburbs. Twitching he glares at the blanket. "If Kalore is in Harl.....Then can I finally kill that damned elf?" And possibly blow up the elf nation for pissing him off to the point of insanity?
It was sort of an OD but it wasn't self inflicted since those pills were strong poisons that would have a great affect on the doctor. However, Kit was slowly curbing the killer from doing anymore damage to him. Faintly, the insane man heard someone's voice. It was the sound of a woman as was this scent of a forest and flowers. It was pretty. Just like the voice.
Maybe this was death coming for him. That had to be it. Joker couldn't respond like he wanted to since his body was paralyzed but then again when you were dead it was supposed to be that right? With the added bonus of a pretty voice who happened to know his name and cursed him. Wait, pretty voices that sounded like angels weren't supposed to curse right?
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 7:13 pm
Kit had never had that good of a mouth when it came to cursing, but now ever two words was some form of profanity; either in the language of Joker or in her own. Cursing loudly again, she was almost yelling at Joker for not being careful with his meds and forcing her to freak out and end up doing something that she wasn’t even completely sure that she was doing right. “Damn it, Joker!” Glaring at him, she was detoxing his body, trying to get the drug out quickly while also moving around to see if there was anything in the office that she understood. Another curse came from her before she was sitting down beside him, patting his cheek, “Joker… Joker, you’ve got a pulse now, it’s stronger than it was before… but I need you awake, okay? Wake up, Joker. It’s me, Kit.”
“Yes…” Rage was beginning to build up in Rave but he slowly took in a breath, letting it out slowly as he counted to an infinite amount of number. “Eri can’t do things like this, though, Monty…” He couldn’t make a fake Kalore, a fake Lucien, a fake Isabelle… Hell, the only thing that he knew that he could do was dabble in some small time magic, close combat magic, and that was it! He couldn’t do something like this! But then again, Rave didn’t know about the memory magic, the high amounts of time magic that he possessed… actually, no one really knew the extent of what Eri could do. “Who else is out there that can make puppets like this?”
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:59 pm
What a second, angels didn't curse like this one, especially in elvish. Then it hit him. He knew that voice but from where? The monster in him stopped thrashing against his cage and started to pace in confusion. Where did he know that voice? It was a sweet, melodic voice that he enjoyed listening to. It was that voice that brought some sort of peace over him.
Kit? That name was familiar too. Was this Kit slapping his face? He should be pissed off that someone was hitting him but...he wasn't. Joker needed to see who this familiar Kit was that kept his beast at bay. The insane man twitched and twitched until his eyes snapped open showing dialated pupils to pinpoints. The madness was there but it was contained. Joker tried to move his lips but he couldn't. All he had was his temporary blindness and it started to unnerve him.
The demon kept his mouth shut to think of who it was that could make puppets. It was easy to make actual flesh into puppets as a form of possession he and a few others he knew had but wouldn't use unless it was for a battle. "None of us are capable of such things. We can possess a actual flesh body to do our bidding, dead or alive. Yet if it is a dead body it would take an enmorous about of power to make sure it didn't rot." Which would explain why Lucien was still coming back with a brain rather than a lack of one and didn't rot.
"Let us leave this place. We might be targetted here if this is what's happening." He moved the blanket over this fake Kalore and relaxed slightly. Even though it wasn't the real elf it still hurt him. Still, his mind was trying to go through all the individuals he had known that could possibly be a puppet master.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:15 pm
When his eyes snapped open, Kit bit her lip softly but she still kept to the other, shaking her head some. “Don’t… Joker, don’t…” Whispering her words, she leaned down, keeping him close but continuing to keep him in a grip that would make sure that he wouldn’t snap at her while she was still within reach. Biting her lip again, she shook her head again as she spoke softly, “Joker… it’s me… it’s Kit. Look at me, okay?” She touched his cheek, her hair touching his forehead. Kit didn’t know that much about Joker’s berserk side but she knew that this wasn’t good, that whatever it was that was happening to him just… just wasn’t good at all.
Listening to what it was that was said, the man nodded. “I think that we need to either get to a place that no one knows about… or we need to get to Eri now. I don’t want Kalore near that man, especially now.” What he didn’t know was that Kalore had already begun waking up but the man wasn’t going anywhere. Eri didn’t live at the club, but that’s where everyone thought that he was from. No one knew about what it was that the other lived in, but no one typically cared. Now, however, that’s where he was, kneeling on his bed with Kalore sprawled out on it, panting and in pain as Eri was beginning his work, messing with his memories and making it so that Monty was the enemy; not him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:50 pm
Joker twitched more wanting to get up and trash the place and trash Kit yet....A tiny sane part of him that was waking up said no. It said that Kit was good. Kit was their friend. Kit was the one who saved them in their hell not long ago and no doubt Kit was doing it again. The monster calmed slowly but it wasn't enough since it wanted to move it's body, needing to move.
With all the trouble, his hands and arms started to jerk a bit. Then his legs. Then his mouth moved, soundless yet it moved. Gradually he would be moving yet he didn't want this Kit to be in the way of harm for it. His vision was and senses were returning but his skin color wasn't after all the blood he lost.
Monty nodded slightly trying to think of what could be done at the moment without drawing too much attention to them. If they both were targetted then no doubt that whoever is behind this might think that they are both out of the picture. Except for Eri...Maybe. "Do think that if we go to Eri now that he might tip off who ever it is he might be working for? If he's not the one behind this." Which he had to have a part in it if Kalore was gone and Gambler was all....deadish. Eri did say that Gambler was going to lose Rave so perhaps he had a great hand in that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 6:14 pm
Closing her eyes some, the woman took in another breath before she leaned over and kissed Joker softly, her hands moving down to touch his arms, his hand, trying to calm the jerking muscles of the man. “Joker… please calm…” Smiling softly, she watched the man as Kit continued to kneel down. She didn’t know what it was that she could do to help him but… Kit would try. “Can you talk to me, Joker?” Her voice was soft, hesitant, but she couldn’t help but continued to look worried, almost scared. “What’s going on? Talk to me… please.” Goddess she hoped that this worked… But at least the man was alive and getting… a little better.
And Eri did have a great hand in that but Rave frowned some, “I don’t want Kalore in Eri’s hands any longer, Monty. He drugged him immensely last time and I don’t want to know what it is that he’s doing to him now.” Rave shook his head again as he sighed once more, leaning back again before he watched the other carefully. “It’s risky but…” No, he knew that the man was right. “It’ll give us away but I don’t need Kalore getting more hurt. I truly don’t want Eri to get a chance to touch him again, Monty.” He didn’t think that the other wanted it either.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 6:23 pm
Who said that Eri wasn't already touching Kalore right this very moment? What if that a**hole was drugging him again after all the hell the elf already went through to get it out of his system? What if Eri was forcing himself on Kalore in that drugged state? That pissed Monty off as his skin was starting to prickle up with heat, causing the alway charred body of the fake Kalore to smoke.
"What if we go after the elf, take Kalore and give him to Dusk and Kyoshi? Wouldn't then have the abilty to hold the elf until we get to the bottom of this mess?" He said in a steely calm voice wanting so very much to not think of all the uncontrollable emotions in him. Especially when that fake body was lighting up in flames....again.
Joker twitched his head as he felt the softest lips ever. They even tasted good too. Plus Kit smelled delicious...Like spring. How spring had a scent no one knew but the insane doctor Joker. Hearing what was being asked of him the sane and insane part of him joined forces to make words form.
"Back....Go...Back....Pl-Please away. Need....." Was he about to lash out? Yes, he was trying to warn her to get back. "Go....Desk....Pl-Please.....A...Away..." The man's whole body was becoming uncontrollable more and more as the beast was clawing itself out. Sweat broke out as his skin went tight and all his eyes showed was endless ice blue. The beast was coming out whether he was calm or not and whether Kit was there or not.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 6:37 pm
Looking behind them, rave sighed as he saw the body beginning to smoke, raising his arm to cover it in shadows, “Control yourself, Monty… there are smoke detectors here, remember this.” Shaking his head again, he was watching the man again. It wasn’t like he could really complain about what it was that the other was talking about, though.
Eri was probably taking advantage of the elf right now and if they didn’t stop it soon… who knew how far it was going to go? The man didn’t want to think about it. Sighing some, Rave nodded, “We need to get him and yes, Dusk and Kyoshi can deal with him.” He frowned a bit, “But…” No, now wasn’t the time to think about it. Kristopher could get over this. “Let’s go, then. We need to hurry.”
Watching him, Kit nodded as she soon was moving away from him, going to the desk like she was asked. “Joker…” Her words were whispered and she wasn’t completely sure on what it was that she was going to do with the man. How had this happened? The pill bottle came into her mind again, but she didn’t think that this was actually on purpose. Joker was someone that was insane, yes, but she always seemed more controlled than what he seemed to be on the inside. It was something that she had always admired but at the moment she was just confused. “Joker… Are you going to be okay?” Kit was slowly looking through some of the things in the desk, wondering if there was anything that she could use. She had a knife, yes, and she was good with it but… she really didn’t want to have to use it on Joker. Really, really, really didn’t want to have to use it on him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 6:54 pm
The demon growled loudly at Rave for telling him to calm down. He couldn't calm down when he wanted blood. Oh man he hoped he got that elf's blood. Monty was even imaging himself drink that blood and consume Eri, hell perhaps he should get his dogs in on the hunt to rip that b*****d to bits. That would just make him happy...After he got Kalore out of harms way and blew up the elven nation. Or at least blow up Harl.
Shaking his head of those murderous thoughts he calmed down and grudgingly went over to Rave. "Don't tell me. We have to use shadows?" Did he say he would never use them again this way? Well after all this he would never go near shadow masters ever again.
Joker arched his back, splashing his blood all over him and spreading it on the floor. Opening his mouth he roared in pain as his body was detoxing, finally being able to do something rather than be paralyzed. Rolling over the man charged himself at the closed door hard, clawing at it and making it chip. Turning around he looked crazed, bloodthirsty as he spotted Kit. Those blue eyes had no pupils as he walked towards the elven female slowly, licking his lips and rabid.
His fingers were now bleeding from the force of his claws. Stopping he clawed at his hair, the sane part of him trying to fight himself. "Need....Need help....." He rocked himself as he snarled at Kit, going towards her again wanting to do unspeakable things to her as his monster reigned supreme in him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 7:07 pm
Rave continued to watch the man in front of him, his expression passive but he couldn’t help but take a small step forward, wanting to see just what it was that Monty wanted to have done. He knew that neither of them liked these options but… “Shadows aren’t the only way, but they’re the fastest way. I can track down his exact location, but I don’t know where that’s going to put us. I could blend in the shadows and spy, but with you…. That won’t work out very well.” No, he didn’t think that Monty could take the pain and confusion that the shadows created in a person the first few times that they were used. They didn’t need one another hurt; not now. Maybe later. “Whatever we do we need to make if fast. Shadows, walking, driving…?”
Taking a small step back, Kit swallowed the fear inside as she spoke calmly, trying not to be food for the beast in Joker; fear only made things worse. “Then tell me what you need, Joker… I’ll help you, but I can’t do anything unless I know what it’s going to do and what will help you.” She took a small step to the side, ready to sprint in whatever way she needed to in order to stay out of reach of those claws. They were… they were nasty things. “Talk to me Joker. Try to gain more control… please.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 7:37 pm
Rolling his eyes the demon grabbed the elf's forearm in a firm grip. "Then we don't waste anytime in find that damned fool." Whoever he aligned himself with needed to be flushed out so he can go after him with a army of hellhounds and demons. Of course it would also help to find out who can wield this ability to come up with puppets and make these illusions look so believeable. Yet most importantly, he needed to get to Kalore. It was something that was killing him. Looking down he sighed softly. "I need to get to Kalore." He muttered to Rave.
Roaring he swiped his hands at Kit as he braced his hands on the desk, breathing heavily as his sightless eyes bore into Kit. He could see perfectly and yet....No wait...Was that his sanity trying to come back? She saved us. She wants to save us again. Our savior. Kit.....My Kit.... The voice sounded broken and yearning.
The beast lost his savage mask until he looked slightly confused. "He-Help me?" He questioned and looked down, shaking. "Need....Need med......" He couldn't say the word fully, holding his head with one hand as if he could keep his monster in there.
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