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 Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 12:33 am
After hearing the words he had to say, Annabelle's teary eyes filled to the brim. Suddenly, a slap could be heard. She would not take that as long as she had anything to do with this man's survival. It was not Helias...not one bit. "You are heartless now, are you not? You care for no one but yourself." she said, standing and going upstairs.
"Anna! Where-..." was all she could say before the other woman was upstairs. The white-skinned hraapea took Annabelle's spot and shook her head in disappointment, "What did you say to her to make her so angry? She never would hurt another being...but you must have really angered her to an extent in which she did. I...I'll feed you a bit, just because I can hear that you are quite unsatisfied." she said, picking up the plate and placing a bite on the fork. She hadn't known what Annabelle was doing, nor did she want to find out. She knew that it would be best to just leave her alone for the time being to cool off. So, Amelia decided to try and get whatever information she could out of Azriel before tending to her sister.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 12:45 am
Azriel didn't react to the slap, although the force was enough to turn his head and a bright pink mark begin to blossom on his left cheek. His wound had opened up again from the impact, and now the large cut was flowing freely-- if it hurt, the boy was showing none of it. Instead, he shrugged and flashed another of his smug smiles as he watched the girl leave.
"Just the truth. Don't worry too much about it."
Flashing Amelia a slightly more pleasant smile, Helias devoured the food that came his way, not even bothering to try and negotiate the removal of his bindings anymore. The food eased most of the pain as his body warmed up. With each bite, the thin trails of shadow that warped around began to grow thicker, plastering themselves across his wounds and staunching both bleeding and pain.
"Thanks, kitten. Seconds would be nice if you have any."
Azriel decided he liked this one-- Amelia, was it? She got straight to the point without beating around the bush. But maybe he was so hungry that he'd like anyone who fed him with speed at this point.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 12:57 am
She smiled kindly and got up quickly, running to the kitchen to make him some food as quickly as she could. She grabbed any and all things and placed them around, snacks filled the little platter, she was ready to nurse this man back to health if need be, leaving her sister to do whatever she was doing, and her father to sleep, as he probably was at this point.
She brought with her the platter and smiled, setting it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "You didn't answer my first question, Helias. What did you do to her?" she said, leaving the food there until he answered. Yes, she was going to be rather stubborn as well, but she would just be satisfied with knowing what the hell was going on within this house. Half the time, Amerald and Annabelle would make plans and tell her at a later time when those plans were coming to a boil. She was tired of being kept in the dark about things. She too, wanted to know what the inner workings of this house were, and she lived there, didn't that give her a right to know?
Those thoughts clouded her mind as she shook them from her head. It was time to figure out the truth, no matter what. "Helias...do you...like Annabelle?" such a strange question at such a random time. She didn't know why Annabelle was acting so strangely, especially to Helias. Whenever he was around, Annabelle's emotions were all over the place and she could not pinpoint one specific emotion that seemed to be from 'her sister'. She seemed so different when Helias was around, both times he came to visit she had extreme emotional swings which worried Amelia. So, now it was her turn to figure things out. She needed to know. So, she asked, hoping he would answer all her questions.
She then picked up piece of fruit and held it out towards Azriel's face for him to take a bite of.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 1:17 am
Azriel hadn't intended to respond, although as the food settled his stomach and mixed in with the lingering effects of Nikolai's tranquilizer, he shrugged and scrunched up his nose. Thinking rather than acting wasn't really the new "Helias's" game-- it was tedious and the boy made no effort to hide his opinion on the matter with another of his shrug-fowns.
"No, don't like her. Too inquisitive and not enough feeding. My feelings for you are going to be the same too, if you start badgering me like that."
Mouth wide enough to flash his unnaturally sharp canines, the hraapea made short work of the fruit offered to him. While Helias didn't eat much before the transformation, the new boy was like a bottomless pit, ignoring what was going into his mouth as long as it wasn't foul. His stomach continued to growl as he eyed the plate of snacks and then back to Amelia, clearly distracted by the former to really care for the latter. Unfortunately, Nikolai had probably predicted Azriel's movements and had tied his wrists to his ankles, therefore making it impossible for the hraapea to spring up at his potential captors.
"Why does it matter? Don't really like any of you and vice versa. So lemme go and we'll call it even. Or finish feeding me, I can deal with that."
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 1:29 am
Amelia frowned with disappointment. "I can tell why she said the things she did to you. You really only do care about yourself. Now, for that, you can starve." she said, standing up and grabbing the plate of food and taking it to the kitchen. She wasn't going to be apart of something if it meant that he was going to continue talking like that. Maybe he really only did truly care for himself and no one else. That was something she wasn't too happy to think about.
She looked over at him before making her way towards the staircase. "You know, if you were kind to her, she would have kept feeding you. But as of now, we both know what you're like. I don't know what made you want to change your looks...your personality...everything, but I think you need to stop because this is not the same Helias we met about a month ago." she said, shaking her head as she made her way up the stairs.
Almost a half hour later, Amerald came upstairs to check on the boy. He realized that he was still tied up. "Good, you haven't really been able to move, have you Azriel." he said, coming around to the side of the couch where the girls had previously sat. "I hope you've been fed at least a little bit, otherwise this may make you sick." he finished, pulling out a syringe filled with a dark blue liquid. This liquid would definitely make Azriel fall asleep for the rest of the night while Amerald could then try to research a bit and figure out what was truly wrong. "Any last words before you go under?" he said, smiling, showing the boy the syringe. He hadn't known what the girls went through less than an hour earlier, but he was sure that since he didn't see Annabelle nor Amelia, that the night hadn't gone as smooth as he probably had hoped. It was just time to figure out what Azriel's problem truly was.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 1:40 am
Azriel quirked a brow, that same expression returning as he watched the girl leave for the kitchen. It didn't take much more than those thirty seconds to put Amelia off his like list. Scoffing slightly, the boy sat back, gaze turning to the kitchen as he decidedly ignored the other hraapea's lecture and turned his attention to scheming. How to get from point A to point B-- subconsciously, the lyrebird rubbed his wrists together. He was getting rope burns.
Half an hour later, Azriel was still sitting on the couch. It wasn't that he couldn't have struggled off and made it half way to the kitchen-- it was just that he was still plotting on how he'd actually reach, given the exotic way he'd been tied up. Unable to get past the second hurdle, the boy turned his attention to Amerald when the man sat down beside him.
Look of mutual interest turning into repulsion and disbelief, Azriel furrowed his brows and tried not to blanch too hard.
"Yeah. Would '******** off' do? I'm not that hard to please. Knives are good, bombs are good, drowning's good, being torn limb from limb is also good. Needles aren't good."
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 1:50 am
Amerald began to laugh as he heard the words. "Oh, such foul language from a boy. What would your daddy say if he were here? Hahahah. Well, if that is all you have to say, than I guess this is just going to have to happen. You'll be awake in a few hours, don't worry. I just need you to sleep long enough that I can fully figure out what I did wrong with this crystal." he said, smiling as he squirted the tiniest bit out of the tip of the syringe.
Amerald smiled and got a bit closer. "Why are you such a sadistic man? What made you that way?" he asked, one last thing before he plunged the needle into the boys arm. "You still have time to talk to me if you have anything else to say, I have yet to press the button." he said, grinning. The 'button' referred to the fact that he hadn't compressed the syringe, releasing the liquid into Azriel's bloodstream. He had time, would he use that time to talk or back-sass the old man?
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 2:19 am
"Daddy'd be dead." Azriel flinched inwardly at the liquid, but otherwise he merely stared at the needle as though it was the bane of his existence. He didn't answer Amerald's question in any manner, but the boy leaned back when the alchemist invaded into his personal territory.
Sucking in a sharp breath and cursing whatever god he happened to fancy at the moment, Azriel winced when the needle made its way firmly into his arm. He knew it wouldn't hurt as much if he had been allowed to relax, but that was probably not what Amerald wanted. Who was the sadist now?
"You're a dead thing." Azriel managed to grind out tartly despite the obvious discomfort. His cheek still stinging from Annabelle's slap, body ringing from the days of battle, and now there was a new wound to top it all off. The hraapea definitely wasn't in the mood for tea and revelations.
"Hope you trip and break your neck going down those stairs, old man."
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 10:35 am
Amerald shook his head slightly. "That's not an answer I take kindly to." he stated after listening to everything Azriel had to say. This new proclaimed name was probably his own personal way of ridding himself of the old Helias and bringing in this new host, Azriel. Had the shadows corrupted the man to the point of no return? Had they completely taken over his mind and body? It sure seemed like it. The Helias that Amerald met on their reunion was not the same as this one. This Helias--Azriel--was much more angry and filled with a hatred Amerald could not understand.
He slowly compressed the syringe, allowing the liquid to seep into the hraapea's bloodstream. As he finished, he took out the needle. "Whatever has gotten into you, I am going to find a way to make you better. But, you won't talk to me, so I have to take a more drastic measure." he said, watching the boy, setting the needle down on the coffee table. It was only a matter of moments before the boy would collapse, so whatever Amerald had to say, he definitely knew he had to say it quick.
"Just so you know, I have yet to fall down those stairs. I don't think today will be any different. Sweet dreams Azriel. You'll be out for the night for sure." he stated, smiling, watching the boy. He was not happy with the current predicament. Both times Azriel had visited, he stayed the night under not-so-great circumstances. Amerald was discomforted by that thought, but tossed it from his mind. Was this hraapea just bad luck? What did he have to do to bring back the old Helias? Was it even possible? Probably not...but it was worth a shot.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:00 pm
((Hope you don't mind a minor break-in ;__; I would ask but you weren't on AIM-- /KILLED Orz))
A visible shiver running down his spine as the syringe was emptied into his blood stream, Azriel's wings arched sharply in silent suffering. With eyes narrowing, they eventually closed altogether and a ragged sigh was released, the boy's body relaxing under the drug. He didn't seem to have heard the alchemist's last words at all-- or it was simply that he no longer had the correct conscience to formulate a witty reply.
As night began to recede into day, there was no further retaliation from the sleeping hraapea. Not a peep-- not even a snore could be heard from his still form. In fact, he might as well have been dead, with the way his shallow breathing barely managing to pass as a sign of life. Dawn snuck up quietly and passed on to morning, but it wasn't until almost mid-day that Nikolai appeared by the window. It seemed the mercenary wasn't in the mood to walk in through the front doors like a normal person.
Sitting on the shop roof top, the man idled about for a couple more minutes, sneaking here and there like an ill experienced burglar. For the moment, his interest wasn't in visual stealth but audio stealth. There were few people walking past this part of the town and all the redhead could really think about was what was going on inside that shop.
When there was no sound to be heard and no damage he could see, the man pried open the window and slipped in. Past the curtains with the the practice of breaking into a thousand other homes, Nikolai promptly breathed a small sigh of relief to see his ward still securely tied up and unconscious. He took a few extra precautions, adding two more lengths of rope to Azriel's restrictions before looking around. The place was relatively quiet, but he could hear the tinkerings of the others in the house-- unfortunately, the layout made it hard for him to pinpoint exactly where the sound came from.
"Amerald."
The name was said less in question and more of command, as though he was expecting the other man to indulge in his same underhanded profession.
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