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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 2:44 am
Rage slipped from his momentairly lapse of rationality and into an eerie bought of apathy. His steps loud and deliberate as he made his way down the hall. "Show yourself Black Cat, you sick, twisted freak." He growled into the silence, looking for that familiar silver glint in the dark corners of the room. He was given no reply, not even the sound of the house shifting or a bird outside. Nothing. He felt a churn in his gut. Why was he doing this? For her? No, because he didn't want TBC to have anything of his. That was basically how Deranged saw the egg, as his. He wanted The Black Cat to have nothing that belonged to him. Nothing.
He approached a door soon enough, a door he'd seen the vial beast enter a few times since he'd been there. This had to be it. Yet when he opened it he was greeted by a thick soup of darkness, so dark that not even a shred of light struck through it from the open door which slammed shut behind him. s**t.. he'd tried to fight TBC once when he was younger and ended up with a concussion, the only reason the male wasn't dead was because of Naya. Though she did little to help his ailments. She hadn't any idea why he felt sick. And now he was here, inside the room filled with who the hell knew what. Good thing he wasn't afraid of the dark.
TBC grinned from a corner, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. Watching Rage throw his little fit before he'd actually stormed into the room. He had guts, but he was foolish. Driven by feelings he couldn't possibly understand. He was screwed up mentally, not as complex as Naya but just as twisted. He had no concept of the world or how emotions worked which was likely why Aysel would suffer with her remaining offspring and Rage would likely leave. Or, TBC would help him leave.
Yet he said nothing, started nothing. He was still a guest after-all, and what good guest started a fight in the home of his host? Well, he had ways around good form. He could torture the boy mentally if he liked. Cripple him in a festering pool of insanity. Then again it might just be worth it to smash his head against a wall and be done with him. He'd be better off anyway. Like The Black Cat would shed pity for such a wretched waste.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 3:10 am
"Don't think it. I know the thought lingers, somewhere... in your head. Leaving is not an option, Rage. This is your mess. You clean it up... and if you should hurt what is mine in the process..." Azazel cracked his knuckles in a very clear display of exactly what he would do. Like the shadows around him, Az was darkness... but unlike them, it was not of a physical nature. He ate up the blackness. Consumed it. In fire. "Don't be foolish," the demon purred, eyes glowing in the stillness like unholy flames.
Oh, he did not precisely care for Aysel... not in the traditional sense. However, she was his property. His. Rage had taken what he would of her, and now he would pay the price. And he'd pay it honorably, or else have it taken from him. Out of his hide, even. He knew The Black Cat was near. He knew that he had the other egg. He did not interfere with that plot, that plan... for it was convenient. And what was the loss of one little baby? They could make more.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 11:05 pm
 (( Can I bring my Psylocke in to play with your Giovanni? *just curious* ^^ ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 11:44 pm
{-Of course! n-n He's not very... >.> Nice. But sure! XD -}
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 11:25 am
(( okies, Elisabeth isn't very nice either lol ))
Psylocke peeked into this new place, it was certainly stange to the female kat with Psionic powers to be in a strange place like this. She wondered why she was even here and looked up toward the sky with her pretty purple orbs. Putting a paw up she brushed back her long purple hair from her face with a purr and felt a chill on her bare shoulders.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:58 pm
Rage narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists, enraged. "Who are you two to control 'my' actions? I'm not your puppet." He said, looking for TBC. "Nor am I your slave." Snapping his gaze to Az. "I'll leave if I wish but not without the egg. Give it back." He growled, deeply in his throat. His amethyst eyes almost plum in the darkness surrounding the three, make that four, including the egg anyway. He might leave, he couldn't see himself living in this little chunk of hell with these two. Never. He wouldn't let TBC control him like he had controlled Naya. All though Rage felt less than nothing for his adoptive mother he still felt sick thinking of how twisted she was. It was disgusting.
The Black Cat smirked, leaning still in his corner of the room and watching with his arms crossed over his chest. Ever easilly, as though this whole confrontation was less than minor. In fact, it really didn't mean anything to him. He had no need for Rage though if Az intended on keeping the little twerp around that was his agenda. Az wasn't sticking his nose into TBC's affairs and therefore TBC would keep his own out of the demons. That's how it worked, that's how it would continue to work. 'Your a little fool. The egg is gone, consider it dead to you and move on.' Using telepathy, the eerie voice open for anyone to hear.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 11:05 pm
The wind was cold, alive and biting. Though to the Giovanni Elder it was non-existant, he couldn't feel it anymore. Not the kiss of the wind nor the impact of a beautiful morning sky. Beauty was in death, in fact, beauty was dead. The sadistic male stared blankly at a beaten looking, leather bound book. The cover worn from use and age, most likely re-covered several times and re-written just as many so as not to lose the text, to keep the old knowledge alive for as long as was possible. His empty, life-less gaze scanned each line with a certain rhythm to it, an even pace.
The white skulls adorning his tan hide were still, even as the chilling breeze snaked over and ruffled his pelt. Unmoving, eerie. It was going to get even colder later on, he knew, and likely prey would be slow. No matter, he didn't feel like chasing anyway. Not tonight. He wanted convinience. Speaking of which a meal sounded delightful as soon as he finished his chapter. Necromancy wasn't an easy profession and it certainly wasn't something just any modern fool could hope to pick up on a whim. He sniffed indignantly, his handsome features shadowed. Kine. Disgusting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 12:40 am
Azazel eyes flickered with something dangerously alive. "Oh, make no mistake, Rage... I am fully aware that you are no creature of mine. However... " His eyes narrowed slightly,"If you persist in ignoring my admonitions, you will discover what you have the potential to be at my hands..." His eyes flared with something violent and endlessly dark. "Dead."
The demon did not care much for the baddie, but his little play thing had become entangled with him. And her continued success depended on not being emotionally broken. He absolutely refused to allow the creature that he had raised so delicately, so carefully, to be destroyed over some trumped up little bad boy. "If you so much as step one foot out of my domain without my permission, I will end you." And it would not be pretty. Oh, Rage might not die... but he wouldn't be Rage anymore.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 1:40 am
The male gritted his teeth, his claws pressing into the flesh of his paw-pads as he narrowed his amethyst eyes at the demon. The fur on the nape of his neck stood bristled and on end, as though he were ready to spring at the male at any given point in time. Though all the same, he couldn't stifle a shiver of fear that raced along his spine, a feeling that sickened him into a sense of self preservation. He couldn't take a demon on and win, not by a long shot. That was like a gnat trying to take on a speeding train. Not going to happen. Though he wanted to leave, he wanted out now before it got ugly. "I want the egg." He refined his demands and his arguement to one simple subject now, ignoring the threat but remembering it was valid.
TBC sniffed, though otherwise he kept quiet. The egg was due to hatch at anytime and he had things to prepare for before it did. 'You'll be leaving the room now, without the egg.' He replied calmly, not a suggestion, a demand. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the younger male, the silver orb glinting once while the black orb seemed devoid of activity for now. The stretch and pull of thread, a nightmarish sound, as he moved his tail across the floor and back behind him. This was pointless, a waste of his time, he had better things to do than sit here and argue with a pig-headed little male.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 1:48 am
"Deal with that later," Azazel snapped, picking up Rage by the scruff of the neck. "For now... there are other things you must deal with." Namely, the rather very badly hurt feelings of his all but adopted daughter. "Look, kid... you have goals. You're not going to complete them now." He carried him out of the room, leaving The Black Cat to his own devices. "... and you're certainly not going to pull them off alone. So I suggest that you put them on hold. For now."
His hellfire eyes shown furiously. Really, it was this male's fault that his toy was upset. He'd heard her crying. He knew what the source of those tears was. Sure, he was a heartless demon. ... But she was his. She belonged to him. And he was not about to let some jumped up tramp cause hurt to something that was his. So, he dragged the kid over his shoulder, and marched him to Aysel's room. "Go. Make her happy, damn it. If I see any more tears, there will be Hell to pay." He tossed Rage onto the bed, and closed the door, locking it. Then he, like the darkness, disappeared into the shadows.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 2:06 am
Rage felt himself hoisted, his claws were at the ready but he refrained from an act of stupidity. Yet as they entered the hall he jerked himself out of the males grasp. "Don't touch me." He growled low, that smoldering look in his eyes might have scared the s**t out of a regular or even another baddie but anything higher would probably look down on him, probably. Stupid arrogance. Arrogance was a downfall, he intended on finding theirs.
He didn't reply, his gaze cast off to one side, as though lost in some maze of thought. That was, until the door opened and he got one glance inside the room before he was inside it as well. Hitting the bed he growled and scrambled to his paws, hitting the floor with a thud and slamming a paw on the door as it locked from the other side. Turning around he slid his back down the door and rested his forehead on a paw, glancing up at Aysel. "Your father's an a*****e."
TBC opened his eyes slowly, the noise was gone. Good. Though he half expected to see the demon back, then again he didn't expect anything from the demon. Azazel had his own way of doing things. If he showed up, fine. The Black Cat wasn't sure what he was going to say if anything. He had no part in the Baddies raising, he had nothing to do with the little creep. Except for the fact that if Naya ever got her paws on him there would be trouble. He couldn't risk Deranged becoming a vampire, it was bad business for everyone.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 2:28 am
Aysel was surprised to see Rage again. More surprised because he was brought in by her master. "Father? He's not... my father." Though when she thought about it, he was the one that most resembled a father figure to her. She watched the baddie, noting his posture, and the way he seemed to be teeming with fury. Oh, he'd talked to her "father" alright.
Her face still held small signs that she'd been weeping. She'd held her egg, and tried to feel happy, but had been unable to summon up the feelings. His appearance still affected her, but she doubted he noticed. Or cared. She sat down on the bed (which she'd since straightened), and gazed at the remaining egg, which lay in a bundle of shredded sheets, safe in the corner.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 2:41 am
The male watched her for a time, trying to figure out what he was going to do. So, when nothing came up he exhaled sharply, closing his eyes and turning his face away before he slowly opened his eyes and spoke. "We're not getting that egg back." He stated simply, covering the anger there with a blank mask before he finally stood. He did so with an air of drunkeness. As though he'd lost the will to move, not quite caring to put in the extra effort.
"It's gone, so we need to focus on this one. Protect it. Otherwise it may disappear as well." He sat down near the egg, looking at it with the look of someone who just found out that life really did amount to nothing. He slowly extended a paw, yet just before brushing the surface he retracted it. Sitting on the edge of the bed and glancing at her before shifting his gaze. What was he supposed to do? He didn't understand how this worked.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 2:49 am
"...W-we're n-not?" Aysel's voice broke, and her eyes looked crushed... very much like the eyes of a broken winged bird. "W-hat h-happened? Is it... did it... ... die?" Baby. ... Oh no. Not the baby. Tears sprung to her expressive amethyst eyes. The petite little nymphae curled up on the bed in something resembling a ball. A ball of hurt, a ball of loss. The baby even had a name in her mind. A name which would never be heard.
She could not simply cut herself off from the lost egg. It was hers, and his. Oh, she would take care of the other egg, and love it just as much... ... but the one taken from her had been her child, just as this one was. She crawled over to the egg, and peered at it sadly. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to keep from crying, and one little paw reached out to brush its surface lovingly. It might not have been planned for, but she would love it anyway.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 3:04 am
Rage felt his jaw tighten a little but he refrained from getting angry, if he got angry he'd just snap at her and likely make her cry which would in turn bring the big ol' demon in here on his a**. He wasn't in the mood for that. "It's still alive, in a sense. The Black Cat has it, I know he does, which means.. we're not getting it back, ever." He replied, his tone so calm, so even, yet under the surface.. well.. his thoughts weren't too pretty.
He was starting to remember what it felt like, how he'd felt as a teen. The body parts, standing by a moonlit lake and remebering the only thing he'd been thinking at the time was how it would feel if his limbs were seperated from his body and allowed to float in the water. On the inside he really was screwed up, even the sane parts of him weren't of any help. Not really.
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