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 Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 8:19 pm
Everybody had a story, these days. Thank God some of 'em were actually interesting. Test facility escapees? Way more intriguing than some weird 'Circle' making social life hell for an array of overemotional couples. Now here was the kind of thing he'd been looking for.
"Hunh," he said, simply, leaning back slightly with hands spread on the ground to support his wait, wings spreading slowly out than in, never all the way in either direction as his gaze trailed up to the clear night sky above. His verbal reaction went no further for a long moment and while he hadn't interacted with Samael physically for quite some time it seemed for a moment that he'd entirely forgotten the unicorn's presence.
"So you're like..." he said after that long moment, still looking up and away, "Rebel lab rats or something? What'd you do to get tossed to a research facility?" No sympathy, but neither any taunting. Mere curiosity by this point, even if that wasn't a particularly kind gesture.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 8:47 pm
..He was so weird. He set his hands 'nicely' into his lap..and watched him, till he shook his head when the other seemed to...space out. He canted his head, and slowly moved to sit on his rear, legs moving to drape over the other's...setting them in a rather strange position, but hey, it was comfortable, and better than allowing his legs to go numb.
When he finally spoke, he winced, then accepted it. "Pretty much," he replied, wrinkling his nose enough to bare his fangs, "I didn't do anything. I was dropped off on the street and they found me." Samael didn't know too much about his true childhood...got ditched in the gutters then dragged to that place. He didn't even remember his parents.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:18 pm
So scoop up society's cast-offs and throw 'em where no one would ever bother to look, or care about even if they found out. Not such a bad idea, but one that tended to get on Marks' nerves for sheer fact that he'd been one of those so-called cast-offs for such a long stint of his existence. Well, by their standards, y'know? It'd always been a kick to surprise someone by non-conforming and beating them right back down.
Thus, in a way, the story struck the thing in Marks that most closely resembled sympathy. It was in reality much more like a vicarious vendetta/revenge. But the effects would remain nominally the same. He rolled his shoulders slightly and his attention came back down to earth to settle easily on Samael's head, "So how much of a shambles was the joint after you crashed out? Didn't occur to you to blow it up after you got out?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:29 pm
"A bunch of kids and teens? Yeah, a few were killed. About ten out of fifteen handlers..but the higher ranks, that we needed to kill, had gone into lockdown." He sighed, and looked back to Marks, frowning a bit, flaxen irises flashing momentarily.
"We had..thirteen or so of us, it was hard to keep track of the younger ones...we didn't want to blow anyone that we didn't want to up." His hand rose up, curiously, to run into Marks' hair, frowning slightly, trying to distract himself.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 10:47 pm
This was beginning to sound more like a full-scale assault than a simple escape. Meant Samael had friends somewhere - or at least people he could rely on to hate the facility more than they hated him. Interesting. Seemingly unconsciously, Marks' head leaned into Samael's hand, his eyes now focused on the unicorn's - not trying to read anything, just looking.
"So let me get this straight," he said in a way that wasn't quite incredulous but a neat dose of baffled, "You break out, you kill the ******** in your way and you don't take precautions to rid the world of the ones you really can't afford to let live just 'cause there's gonna be an extra casuaty or two? Seems a little counterproductive."
Coldblooded? Well maaaaaybe.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 10:50 pm
He smirked inwardly when he leaned into his hand, thumb touching to his cheek, then up to his temple. He scoffed, "No. we didn't go after the higher bastards because we didn't know where they were. And we were all younger, and there were children...the..leader of the escape told us to get up and get out, before we were killed."
Yep, that's how it was. Blaise had killed eight, he had killed the others. Lord knew if the other escapees had killed anyone, they hadn't bothered to ask..with so many young`ns, it was hard to tell.
"We didn't want to lose the only people that we had, that's why we didn't take the chance of letting our group die." Yes, well..not like it worked out too well, since they all, pretty much, ditched one another.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 11:16 pm
Well that made sense in a way. 'cept for that thing about wanting to keep so many alive - what was the point of preserving your allies unless they were gonna help you take down something you couldn't handle on your own? Sheez, some kids...
"Uh hunh," he said in mild disapproval, "Never thought about going back and givin' 'em hell? Or you still too freaked?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 11:19 pm
"..I've thought about it," he slipped his hand down to the other's neck, then removed it, bringing it to his own face to rub his cheek a bit, then to the back of his neck...body, for the most part, dry now..hair still slightly damp, and some parts of his clothes still clung to him.
"But, I'd be better off leaving it be...if I went back, and they had some..new kind of attack-dog sort of thing, I'd be ********. And not in the good way," he added the last comment out of habit, mainly, sarcasm escaping his tone once he finished his true commentary.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:15 am
Once again he fell into a pattern of non-reaction, not seeming to notice when Samael's hand drifted away though watching the movements made thereafter with a single-minded intensity, "That's a loser's outlook," he said, almost wisely. Marks wasn't known for his sage remarks, though every once in a while he had something of a point, no matter how twisted.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:17 am
He chuckled, "I like the outside world. Blaise can take care of it, if he wants them dead." The other demon was better off killing them. He had killed the ones he had aimed to..and he had no barcode to prove that he had been from there. He smirked, mood seemingly swinging..leaning forward, ceasing only when their faces were centimeters apart.
His ear flicked, "Plus, I have enough trouble dealing with life out here. No need to change course and head back to my past, hm?" He murmured gently, breath touching against the demon's lips, flaxen irises intent.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 1:03 am
Not for the first time that night, Marks wondered whether Samael's favorite word was manic-depressive and whether or not it was the unicorn's mission in life as well. "Oh sure," he said softly, amusedly and with a touch of dark humor, "Sure as it doesn't come heading towards you, am I right? Those tattoos don't make you exactly inconspicuous, sweetheart."
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 9:37 am
"Maybe, maybe not. They have yet to find me, still," he huffed a bit against the other's face, and leaned back, but just slightly, one hand behind him, fingertips pressing to the ground to keep his balance. "I may go back. One day. But, it wont be me looking to go back, it'll be someone else, out of my group." Blunt enough, he hoped, even for the demon.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:49 pm
"How do you know they haven't found you already and are just sitting back on their heels to see how you freaks fair in the real world for a little while before snatching you again?" Marks put forward with a grin, ever the devil's advocated. Cocking his head to the side he raised an eyebrow.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:58 pm
"....." He twitched a bit, and wrinkled his nose. b*****d. Maybe he should take up that offer to bite him. And rip his vocal cords out.
"How do you know I'm really that weak, and I'm just waiting for you to turn your back and kill you?" He snapped, getting slightly...peeved.
"They dont know where we are. Well, where I am. They wouldn't ******** around...some of us are actually dangerous, believe it or not."
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 7:23 pm
Uh, what? When had they gotten back to killing him? Whatever. It was on other people's minds quite a bit, come to think of it. Why should Samael be any different? He'd given him reason enough to snap and he was actually kinda pissed himself that Samael had failed to do so yet.
"And maybe they're waiting for you to do freaky stuff to the world at large before taking you back in. It'd make it a lot harder for you to escape into the crowd again if they re-captured you after you pulled massively destructive s**t - the public would be on their side far as stuffing you back into the facility," Marks shrugged slightly - his best thinking had always been in applications to such tactics. "It wouldn't be ******** around, more... some sorta PR scheme."
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