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 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:25 pm
Faer sat in a long silence, thinking very carefully of when she'd be able to use her powers again. Not for at least another four hours. She needed food, water, and a little more rest before anything. And hopefully she wouldn't have to create more time jumps. Faer would have to keep Kelbora very close to her, wrap the bubble tightly, and maybe they could make the journey in a day and a half.
Germany was across the sea. The Void would shorten the trip considerably since in a plane or boat they'd have to go quite carefully and slowly.
But still she hesitated on using the power so recklessly.
"It won't tax my health needlessly if we wait a few hours, four at the least. I haven't seen Germany in a long while. I wonder if the castles are still standing..." Faer's eyes became misty eyed as if she walked through the past. Clearing suddenly, she snapped them back up to Kelbora's face.
"Are you sure that you want to go through the Void again though? After what just happened?" Faer seemed confident they could make it, but she worried over the effects it might have.
"And if I did take you to Germany i'd have to stay there with you to take you out of there. I'd have to know exactly where we were going and what we'd do. I won't risk my life needlessly."
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 8:42 am
Dion Zeromus
Wastelander/Pomme de Sang
Status: 100%
Mental Charge: 100% (Dampened)
Emotional State: Calm
Location: Purity Wasteland Infirmary
Current Mission: Unknown
Dion sighed, watching Kelbora go. Chances are, she thought he was driven by vengance right now. But the truth is, he was being driven by something much more personal. She claimed to have been a knight before she had become a vampire, then why did she seem to have forgotten about that one trait many of those knights had? But right now, he began to stride out of the infirmary, looking for Bartz.
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The sniper had given a warning shot, purposely missing hte tank commander. Guess he should have used a missile instead of a bullet. Too late now, the enemy forces were rolling into the defenses, still rushing blindly into them. The troops guarding the valley were holding their fire, awaiting a signal, making the vampires feel confident that their mere presence scared off the Wastelanders. That is, until the massive, heavily armed, and already aimmed turrets burst out of the ground, with both missiles and massive rail-cannons attached. There was 6 just in the enterance region alone. And each opened fire at the same moment, firing off a full missile load each, and each cannon firing a super-sonic pellet, the only sign of htem firing the damage done by said pellets, as 6 of the lead tanks erupted into fire and wreckage. The missiles were spread across the Vampire forces, some being blown out of the sky, others missing their targets, but a good half of them still hit, taking yet more tanks and APCs out of the battle. Of 120 missiles launched, 60 hit, leaving wreckage and flaming debris scattered across the field.
"OPEN FIRE WASTELANDERS! OPEN FIRE!" Called out of the officer in charge of hte defenses, and missiles, heavy machine gun fire, small arms fire, even more sniper fire, began to come out of the bunkers hidden in the cliffs of the valley, add yet more to the confusion as the turrets began to track their next targets, preparing to fire their railcannons again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 1:49 am
"Lord General!!Our first wave reports a heavy enemy presence in the valley!They've sustained nearly 40% casualties and are still climbing!"
"Good"Nemesis responded"What do they see?"
"Emplacements,automated defenses,MG positions..it's chaos!"The aide reported,ignoring the screams of dying men through his coms.Nemeis had expected the valley to be defended,but this level of protection clearly signaled that something important was in that base..And the enemy had been forced to reveal their hand,showing where their heaviest guns lay"Call in the Black Saber's,we'll launch a fire bomb airstrike,the way it's shaped that should hold the heat,and it'll defiantly keep heads down"
"Shall I give the 10th armor the permission to fall back?"
"No,their just indentured servants,if they pull back now the wastelander' will know something is amiss.Tell them to advance into the valley,I want those positions distracted till the aircraft arrive.Mobilize the 3rd and 4th division's.And where are the spotter's?
"Enroute my lord,ETA 5 minutes."
"Excellent,till then we play the fool and make the wastelander's think this is some fool hardy charge like last time.."Nemesis had heard how this position had been attacked,once a long time ago.To hear that a wastelander position had actually held infuriated the Vampire immensenly,and he had sworn to his wicked master that he would return with the head of the base commander,and a pile of ash from where the base had once stood.Though formidable,every base had a weakness,something they overlooked..the question was where?
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 9:16 pm
Kelbora had left Faer to recover and Dion to hopefully come to his senses. She hoped Bartz came through with a way to Germany without the use of the Void; she didn't want Faer's blood on her hands, nor did she want to be stuck in the Void if something went wrong because the Elemental was weak.
The vampiress left the crowded rooms, bustling halls, and screaming radios, televisions, and people trying to function in this realm of chaos. She went straight to the living quarters she had been given upon first allying with the Wastelanders, and after slamming the door shut on a group of Wastelanders determined to put this vampire in her place, she leaned back against the solid surface and became boneless.
She was exhausted, hurt, and only now in the solitude of the only section of this base at peace, she let it show. Her face twisted into an expression of fatigue and pain, the vampiress clamping her teeth together as she painstakingly shrugged the heavy armored trench coat off of her shoulders, the article crashing to the ground like a lead weight as she stepped forward and began to remove her gauntlets, belts, holsters, and armor plates. She removed the black collar and cross from around her neck, exposing the eternally fresh and bleeding puncture wounds that still wept two thousand years after they were first afflicted. Though her body felt cooler and lighter without the weapons and armor on, she shivered only when the thin, warm streams of blood flowed down her neck and chest.
Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling as much as possible, Kelbora removed the remainder of her clothes and proceeded to wash the dried and fresh blood, debris, and ash from her body. Once she was clean, she used a few rolls of sterile bandages from beneath the sink to wrap her upper torso, side, and stomach still bruised and open from her fight with Nemesis. The bandages were a slow way for a vampire to heal, but until Dion was in better condition, she couldn't take blood form him. She then wrapped a bandage around her neck, still bleeding and seeping through the white cotton in moments.
From the pile on the floor, Kelbora found and put on the light undershirt she wore beneath her thick padding and armor, a black tank-top, and pulled on the black leather pants without bothering to strap on the metal plates beneath and on top of the clothes. Normally she would have rested fully prepared for battle at a moment's notice, but she was so drained and tired that she didn't bother.
As the vampiress walked over and laid down on her back on the bed, her side hurting too much to rest as she normally would, and stretched one leg over the bed while bending the other, foot flat on the bed. With eyes closed and one arm over her face, she took a deep breath and sighed.
She nearly died again today.
She had forgotten what it had felt like, the terror of knowing that your existence was going to end. She had thought that she was immune to the fear, but her fight with Nemesis had reminded her that she was far from fearless.
For so long she had been the only Ancient alive outside of the Emperor's personal circle, and though she was the scourge of powerful and weak vampires alike, she had nearly met her match today. She was over two-thousand years old, one of the oldest living beings on Earth, and it had all nearly come to an end in one fell moment.
It also reminded her just how limited she was...and she was old.
Two thousand years for a turned human was incredible, the last known turned to survive beyond five hundred years happened just before the humans fell from power. Because she hadn't been an ordinary human in life, and because her source had been the second most powerful master vampire in history she had lived to see beyond the record. But she was still limited below that of a born vampire. She had become easier to hurt these past four hundred years, easier to fatigue, and able to sleep for the first time in God knew how long. She required blood more frequently than when she was first turned, and after fighting Nemesis she saw just how great the gap between turned and born really was.
She was more powerful then 97% of the vampiric population, but only one member of the remaining 3% could make that as irrelevant dust in the wind.
Kelbora shook herself from these thoughts and turned her head, burying it deeper into the bend of her arm. Irrelevant. It was all irrelevant. Thinking about her own mortality was useless since it didn't matter, in the end. She would die fighting, whether it was with the Emperor, Nemesis, or the goddess of time, she would meet her end giving her last opponent the fight of their lives.
As she drifted off into unconsciousness, one of the few memories she had left of her former lift passed through her mind:
"To live our lives with purpose, and die furthering that purpose...isn't that the vow we made?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 2:14 pm
(( Celeste's Kimono, Rose's Kimono)) Celeste walks out of her room and moans. "Better little sister???" She snapped. She made sure that she wore a dark kimono to show her real side of her. She walked down the wall and outside. Some of the guards started to follow them. "Stay here... Protect the place we'll be fine here in Japan..." She walked down the path that led out to the festival. "Why did I allow that annoying sister of mine drag me into this... and where is Selene??? I haven't heard from her in ages and I am starting to worry..." Celeste thought to herself. Rose pouted as she heard her sister snap at her. "WELL FINE!! BE A SOUR FACE!!!" She yelled after her sister and stalked out. She watched as her sister told the guards to stay. "Hmmm I wonder if she is thinking about Selene again... I wouldn't be surprised..." Rose said gently. She was a bit behind her sister, since her sister was already snappy. She started to hum a song she had heard on the radio here. She stopped for a moment in the street and though about what she had heard from her sisters room. She was talking to someone on the phone. "Nemesis... Was that his name???? I wonder if he is going to be coming here.... She sounded like a manic when talking to him.... She was also yelling though..." Rose threw the thought out of her mind and just enjoyed the night.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:21 pm
"My Lord,there is a transmission for you"One of his adjutants reported,Nemesis turned away from the vidscreen projector and walked soundlessly to the com,picking up the tiny phone with almost dainty care
"This is Nemesis...This is who?Mistress Celeste?It is a honor to speak with you...I see.."He listened to the young girl speak,apparently she was holding some sort of festivities in japan,to celebrate a time of year or something.He didn't get much before someone broke their conversation with a loud scream.
Here he was,the right hand of the Emperor about to strike against their most hated enemy and he was stuck in a damn phone call!He waited patiently for the girl to come back on,after all to hang up on a daughter of the Emperor wouldn't look well in front of his master."Yes,fine.It would be a privelige to attend,but first I must attend to some business before I can arrive.I assure you though,I will be bring along some entertainment we shall both find enjoyable.I must go now your highness,there is a task I must see too."He cut the channel"Are the spotters in place on the mountain side?"
"Y-Yes lord"
"Have them start relaying coordinates,I want fire on that base!Ensure our artillery is mobilizing,and have the second wave prepare.The airstrike will commence any moment!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:37 pm
Inside the heart of Hill Air Force Base, Wastelander Air Force, the young tech who was the link between the base and SATCOM located in Cheyane Mountain, was hunched over his consol, listening intently to his Ear Comm. "SIR! SATCOM is reported enemy spotters on our northern ridgelines, and a enemy bomber squadron inbound from south-south-west." The tech reported, relaying SATCOM's data, with the screen showing the battle updating in real time.
"Thank you Conrea" General Drake said, seeing hte advancing red dots being bogged down in the valley, and knew, whoever was in charge was going to attempt to cook his men out. While not the exact same tactics as last time, they were similiar enough. "Colonel, inform the troops to hunker down, but keep up haressing fire. Don't activate the next line of turrets until the bombers have been cleared." he stated, looking at a man in the standard infantry's uniform for the Wastelander Army. The man nodded, and spoke into his Magitech headset, relaying the orders.
Almost immediately, the defences seemed to slacked, even the turrets returning to their storage position. The Wastelander forces seemed to be waiting for something, and that was clear enough even to Nemisis. While the Imperial Spotters were finally in position, A wastelander sniper was already putting a bead on the man. A spiff of air sounded as the sniper pulled his trigger, and the first of the 2 man spotter team dropped, his head erupting in a fountian of gore and brain matter. However, the other spotter had seen teh flash of the muzzle, and was bringing his rifle to bear and firing even as the sniper finished chambering the next round in his clip into the barrel. The sniper slumped forward, his rifle aimming at the sky as a formation of ORCA Fighters began to buzz in slowly widening circles, staying behind the ridge-line.
General Drake sighed. "Inform the Fighter Wing to prepare to intercept those bombers, but not until they are right on top of the valley. We can't risk getting them caught in the crosshairs of the AA guns the Empire should be certain to have brought." He stated, pointing this comment to the other jumpsuited officer in hte command center.
(Give me a few moments Xel, and I'll have the Imperial and Wastelander Bombers up for us to use.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 4:38 am
Celeste growls and stops then turns around. She was hoping her sister was behind her but she wasn't. "s**t" She said sharply and started to wonder around the area. She was glad she got ahold of Nemesis, She wanted someone to come and watch over her sister. She didn't need her father jumping down her throat because she lost Rose too. Celeste gives up on her sister and starts to fake a face of enjoyment.
Rose had gotten tired half way though. She left the festival and went back to the place her and Celeste stay. She crawled into her bed and sleeps peacefully. She started to thinking about where her sister Selene was. She had promised to be here. But again, Selene has a very adventureist mind, never staying in one place.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:44 pm
Faster!
"Your father needed a son, and what he got was you!"
Faster!
"Ladies are for the courts, not the battlefield. Learn your place!"
"You don't have to prove anything to me, my girl."
Not faster enough!
"M'lady...we regret to inform you..."
"Swear your loyalty to this vow...that you will live your life with purpose, and you will die furthering that purpose. Swear this, and I will show you how..."
"You won't even tell me? Tell me what you promised the old man to let you into this war?"
Damn it! I can go faster!
"WATCH OUT!"
"Impossible...You killed him!"
"He would have been proud of you. You earned that title as you earned that sword."
"Now, Steigen Sie Dame der Ehre, als ein Ritter von Gott!"
No! There isn't enough distance! The shadow, it had come, and there was nothing to stop it! Stop it...Stop it! I failed to stop it, I failed to run away from it! I failed! I FAILED!
"My congratulations, Lady. The first of you kind in the history of the sheep!"
"You killed them! You b*****d, YOU b*****d!"
"Killing me won't bring them back...just as killing you won't make me regret this decision."
"I'LL CUT YOUR GODDAMN HEART OUT!"
"M'lady...you've always had it...Hahahaha!"
Oh God! I'm dead! I'm dead again! Wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough! Fail, fail, FAILED! NO! No, I wasn't the best because I accepted Fate, no, I was the best because I brought the b***h down with me!
That's right...that's right...That's who I was, what I lived for. I lived to pay Fate back for betraying me. I didn't die. My body died, but I didn't die! Hear that, b*****d! I didn't die, I'm the one that killed you!
"That's right...you did, didn't you? You cut my heart out, just like you promised...you burned my body, the body that desired you, threw the ashes of the soul that admired you to the four winds, and buried the mind that was fascinated with you deep inside lost memories."
Killing you was never a regrettable decision.
"Making you as you are was a mistake I paid for, but unmaking you...how pleasurable that will be to watch. He's seen you, memorized your scent, seen the challenge you purpose...just as I did, so to will he hunt you down."
He...
"Sheep are only so much fun...Tigresses...There is so much more satisfaction hunting predators..."
Where was he? In hell? How was he speaking beyond hell? GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
"Beware, Tigress! The hunt begins! And the hound come for you!"
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Warped blackness, frozen blackness. Chaos bursting forth from the blood red prism. It is all colors and none, a chorus of screaming souls backdropped by a chorus of singing saints. Its a grave and yet the alter, it is damnation and yet salvation! It was too much as once, the bombardment of hell and heaven, evil, and good, murder and life! Reducing the spirit to ash while forming the barriers of the eternal guardians.
What was this? WHAT WAS THIS?!
Then it all stop, falling down in a crashing cacophony of madness and order. All returning to blackness with only one center of light...one small, insignificant, yet obscure orb of light no larger than the opening of an artery in the heart. The solitary warmth in this frozen hell...
Cradling it. So fragile...so delicate...yet still alive. Surviving in all of this blackness and chaos? How? How could something so weak live on in this place?
The answer was so simple, and right there before me, waiting to be grasped and realized! But I couldn't! I couldn't touch it any more than I could squeeze my hand and crush out this light! Whatever it was, I needed it, needed it like a life line.
This was my way out of the chaos...this pathetic and miniscule light was what I needed to stop running from everything and stop failing to succeed in fulfilling my purpose.
My purpose...my vow...
I swore before him and choose my path. I walked it then and I walked it now...at least I hope I did. Was I lost again? Had I strayed? Lost sight of the goal?
I had to make this right. I had to find this light in reality and fulfill my purpose.
"You will fail...You will be hunted...It will be over..."
Watch me.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:32 pm
Dion Zeromus
Wastelander/Pomme de Sang
Status: 100%
Mental Charge: 100% (Dampened)
Emotional State: Calm
Location: Purity Wasteland Base
Current Mission: Unknown
Walking forward, Dion was unsure of what the future held for him. He needed to help Kelbora do this, because he wouldn't forgive himself otherwise. As he walked into Bartz office, Dion nodded. "Sir, I must ask that I joi-" Was as far as he got before Bartz held up a hand, telling Dion to stop.
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Bartz Waltz
Wasteland Grand Commander
Status: 100%
Mental Charge: 100%
Emotional State: Harried
Location: Infirmary, Purity Base, Nevada
Current Mission: Management of hte Wastelander Cause and Forces
Bartz had been expecting this. "I know Dion, I know. And I clear it. If you feel this will help you, then do what you have to. I remember, even all these years since." Bartz told him. Your wheels will be up at 0930 tomorrow. Inform Kelbora of this. We'll have to have you stop at London, which resently decleared it's friendship to the Wastelanders, before we can get you to Germany." Bartz informed Dion, before leaning back in his chair. "I just hope you don't get yourself killed over this." He stated, before waving dimissial to Dion.
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Dion was unsure of what was going on, but followed his commander's orders. First, he needed to find Kelbora, and inform her of the plan, and then attempt to get some shut eye himself.
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Bartz sighed. 'Damn it Dion, I hope you don't take this too far, and get yourself killed because of it, because I damn well need you... But your no good to anyone while this is on your mind... Just hurry...' Bartz thought, even as he was watching the shifting of control, and the inlarged region of Utah showing Hill Air Force Base's situation.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 11:06 am
The door to the bedroom opened, barely any light had broken through the narrow opening, and booted foot steps padded across the floor. The room was cloaked in shadows, so dark it was nearly impossible to see...if you were human.
The moment Dion attempted to wake the vampiress completely still and asleep on the bed, her breath hitched and in a flash Dion was down on one knee, an arm wrapped tightly around his neck from behind, and his right hand yanked up into the air with his wrist bent painfully backwards, as Kelbora's harsh breathing broke the silence, heightening the tense atmosphere. She was frightened, lacking nourishment, unarmed and without her armor, and still hearing the echoes of Valcros Deshtinzex's voice in her head.
The Emperor's brother, the vampire who betrayed and made her, the b*****d she had murdered 1,000 years ago.
But this wasn't him.
The scent of warm living blood beneath flush skin filled her senses, and the familiar scent of her Pomme de Sang. Dion. Human. The Wastelanders. Not undead, not an enemy. Dion, not enemy.
Almost as if it were a test of will power, Kelbora released the human and took several steps backwards, not taking her eyes from Dion as she did so. Her heart was slowing, and her breath was becoming even once more, and she relaxed, still a little uneasy without her swords, but less tense.
She took another step back, just in case.
"They let you out of the infirmary," She said regaining composure.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:31 pm
Dion Zeromus
Wastelander/Pomme de Sang
Status: 100%
Mental Charge: 100% (Dampened)
Emotional State: Calm
Location: Purity Wasteland Base
Current Mission: Aid The Lady of the Fallen on her mission
Dion grunted as she let go of him. "Good to see you up and about too..." Dion stated, checking his limb, making sure it wasn't broken. "They aren't happy about it, but when Bartz tell them to jump, well, you get the idea." Dion says, confident his arm was going to be sore, but that was about it. "Bartz cleared us for Germany. Wheels are up at 0930 tomorrow, but in order to make it, we have to make a quick stop in London to refuel." Dion informed her, already expecting her going at him about his going with her. While they may have only really just met, Dion had to help her, in order to help himself. Because the sources on his side of the op had been in the red, he had let them down, and nearly gotten them all killed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 6:22 am
Kelbora knew she hadn’t used enough pressure to break anything, though she felt a small swell of regret for harming Dion undeservingly. The vampiress continued to listen to Dion with a stonic expression, until he mentioned London...and suddenly her lips curled back and a hiss of disgust escaped her.
London, England.
Such a filthy city in her days as a human, and it hadn’t improved much until just before the fall of humanity. The lot of the population were so pompous, hypocritical, and the key promoters of moral decency while practicing none of it at all. They were one of the main founders of the Holy Orders of Knights, and one of the primary corruptors. Power...always looking for more power. Was it so different from many other human governments? Not at all, but they were some of the most elitist and conquering.
It was also the country where she had killed Valcros Deshtinzex.
The last time she had been there was to follow up with her promise and rip that b*****d’s heart out. Back then it was the heart of the of the Empire before spreading out and engulfing the world, and she hadn’t expected to come out of there alive, regardless of whether she killed Valcros or not. The place was a breeding ground for vampires, and extreme imperialists. When she had heard years ago that the place was the center of the underground resistance movement, she hadn’t believed it.
If that’s where they had to stop, then she hoped the rumors were true.
Kelbora crossed her arms and reigned in her annoyance. She sighed and looked Dion over with an analytical eye. He wasn’t going to stay behind and take her strong advice not to accompany her on a possibly futile mission, even though the Wastelander’s “touch-and-go” war was not a raging hot battle of open chaos. The lines in the sand were now drawn and divided in the sand, stained with blood and corpses, and she knew that Dion’s place was with his comrades here on the front lines. But there was nothing she could do...if she hadn’t routed his decision yet, then it wasn’t going to change.
And thus it was a waste of time to continue trying.
“Alright then,” Kelbora replied and shifted her posture, walking over to where she’d left her armor, padded clothing, and weapons.
She picked up and slid on her body armor and gloves; she then slid on the blessed silver plating and arm, shin, and collar guards before kneeling down to slid on and strap on the last belts on her boots. She was doing it with human speed, which annoyed her and reminded her of another problem...
“Are you well enough to donate, again?” She asked, still focusing on the task at hand and standing up as she grabbed the gauntlet-blades and began to snap on the thick leather bands, “I haven’t fully recovered from the fight with Nemesis, and didn’t want to take unless you were strong enough to give.”
It would probably take a few donations between short intervals until she was at 100 percent, possibly once ever six to eight hours over the next day, but she was reluctant to do so since Dion hadn’t reached the level of Pomme de Sang that could survive sating an ancient vampire’s appetite. She didn’t know exactly how she knew, but she was very attuned to how much Dion had changed since she had formed their bond.
Dion had survived the mental assault Nemesis had inflicted on him through their mental connection, that alone proved he was becoming stronger than an average human. He had recovered from the blood loss at an excellerated rate the last time she had bit him, and his blood’s profound effect on her appearance was astounding.
In a way...he was becoming something other than human by being bound to her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 8:25 am
Dion Zeromus
Wastelander/Pomme de Sang
Status: 100%
Mental Charge: 100% (Dampened)
Emotional State: Calm
Location: Purity Wasteland Base
Current Mission: Aid The Lady of the Fallen on her mission
Dion chuckled. "Unless you plan on sucking me dry, I should be well enough. The docs, and myself, were confused at just how much of an exellerated rate I was recovering. They were ready to start running tests on me to find the cause." Dion states, watching Kelbora put her gear on. IF she wasn't a vampire, who happened to be dedicated to the death of the Emperor, Kel would have made either an excellant Wastelander or even a Mercenary. But, Dion personally had no control over what the Fates decided, and merely left well enough alone.
As Dion watied, he figured he might as well explain himself. "Listen... I guess I should tell you this now. About 20 years ago, teh Wasteland I had been born in was wiped out by hte Empire. When myself and some dozen others were able to escape, I had made a vow, for myself and for others, that I would not stop until either I was in a grave, massed or single, or the Empire was no more. When we went to LA for the mission, I had made a second promise, and that was that I would do whatever it took to insure the mission was successful. I had failed. Not only did I break my personal promise, but I felt as though I had failed the vow I had taken. My honor and my damned stubborness won't let me leave you, not until I have felt I have redeemed myself. Honestly, I would rather be on the line, helping my fellow wastelanders against the Empire, but I would feel... Well, incomplete and unsure of myself, and that would get me and anyone with me killed." Dion told her, hoping shew would understand what he was going through.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 10:17 am
Kelbora listened to Dion, but continued to rearm and cloth herself instead of giving Dion her undivided visual attention. Reapplying her belt and sheathing two Ka-Bars and six throwing knives to her waist, along with the thigh holsters and under-arm holsters for her guns, she heard Dion's confession and disappointment with himself with a certain level of understanding and reserve. When she had finally geared and suited up, the last article being her black long trench coat, she turned to Dion just as he finished and looked him directly in the eyes.
"You're not a revenge driven fool, that I can see," Kelbora said out right with a dispassionate gaze, "However, when you're no longer human, that may change. You see, I wasn't always such a cold hearted b***h, I did have warm blood once and actually cared about right and wrong. But ascension, or damnation changes you, and since I've never seen a Pomme de Sang from humanity until they change I don't know what will happen to you...Only that you won't be fully human any more."
Kelbora had warned him once, but since he seemed set on continuing on with this connection, and his human comrades were beginning to notice, she thought that he aught to know what was going to happen in greater detail. And she felt something she hadn't felt for a long time...
Sadness for a human.
Her face was still hard when she continued, "Humans are cruel and vicious things that have a hard time seeing beyond clear cut black and white. When you become something more or less of them, they will begin to fear and hate you. They will loose faith and trust in you because you're something they don't understand, and since you won't understand it yourself, its going to make it even worse."
It was the truth. It had happened to her, it had happened to her comrades who were bitten, and it happened to the humans who opened their eyes and saw beyond their narrow minded race. It was inevitable...it was the greatest downfall of humans.
"Each time I bite you and each day we remained bound, you'll loose more and more of you humanity and gain more and more unknown undead attributes...a vampire whose blood is still warm and has no fear of the daylight and the blood lust," She said and became still as stone, "But you'll loose the trust and faith of your people, you'll loose ties and friendship with them and will become a true threat to the Empire because you're binding to me will only make me stronger. You'll be trapped between the light and darkness and will live in limbo for the rest of your life..." She then smirked, "Which may not be that long anyway. I won't ask you again...are you still sure you want to do this?"
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