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 Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 9:52 pm
Crypt is the literal translation of the room. Dark cold and lacking anything remotely happy. A monochrome of black and gray. Brianna even painted her headboard like a tomb stone. She wanted to be Ironic, a lot of people find it morbid and lack a funny bone. Other wise there is a few plush arm chairs that make a small sitting area that complete the room along with the normal bedroom furniture.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 1:55 pm
Draka entered and instantly felt homey in the dwelling of a necromancer he felt a surge of excitement from his instincts and he smiled.
"Very cozy, now where might your necklace be?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 2:02 pm
"Could be anywhere." Brianna started to search random places. She looked under the furniture and in the closet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:22 am
Draka sighed and searched the coushins of the arm chairs thinking it might be somehow pressed in between them somehow.
"How long have you known you are what you are?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:32 pm
"Ummm..." Brianna had to stop and think about that a moment. She was half way under the bed, hoping it had fallen off in her sleep and slid off the bed. "I'd say maybe a month or two." She was bad with timelines but thought that was about right for when her mother finally told her. "Do you have a light or something, I can't see a thing under here?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:35 pm
Draka righted himself and searched one of the many coat pockets on for anything he found a match book and crawled under the bed before using his thumb to light a match, as the sulfur ignited an eerie light lit the small area.
"Better?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:40 pm
Brianna breathed in the sulfur happily before answering, "Yes, thank you." She looked around and noticed something in the far corner where she couldn't reach, but Draka was closer anyway. "Whats that over there?" She hoped dearly it was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:45 pm
Draka looked to the far corner to the item she was referring to and he stretched out gripping it and he soon felt his arm vibrate with power. He brought it closer to them with and opened his hand revealing a pendant and he could feel the energy surging through him. How he loved necromancer artifacts.
"This is it yes?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:57 pm
"Oh my Goddess. Yes it is." Brianna was so happy she forgot for a moment that she was under her bed and went to sit up, bashing her head into on of the beams holding her mattress up. "s**t." She rubbed her head and started to slid out from under the bed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:02 pm
His eyes had changed on their own to the bright red in excitement had he been a "newborn", as newly created Daemon are referred to as, he may have become drunk off the power and taken it for himself.But he new having this necromancer close at his hand whenever he called would already increase his power 3 fold.
He stood up after getting out from under the bed smiling kindly handing her the pendant but his blood red eyes made the smile more menacing then kind but his voice held a kind tone, "Be careful if this fell into someone's hands...things could get very hard for you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:07 pm
"Its the first time its fallen off." Brianna stood and took it from him, staring at his eyes all the while. She wasn't sure how she felt about the way he looked at her. She didn't really understand him at all and it kind of bothered her. "Thanks for helping me find it." She examined the clasp before putting it back on. It didn't seem to be broken. She did feel safer some how with it on then she had only moments ago.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:16 pm
Draka's eyes steadily began to fade as the power left him he began to feel less buzzed and he looked at her.
"No problem, before we get started with your training. Have you any questions for me?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:22 pm
"A few." Brianna couldn't seem to take her hand off her newly found pendant. "Why exactly are you not bound by the normal bonds our kinds naturally have?" It was, after much thought and mental debate, probably the most important question she could think of off the top of her head. But by no means was it the only one.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:34 pm
He was not shocked and he had no reason to hide it from her anymore cause she was now bound to him so he smiled and sat on her bed without asking permission. He would not tell her all of it but enough to make her understand.
"I was the 21st Daemon to ever be created and as far as I know the last one as well. My master stole me from my family when i was three he trained me as his own personal body guard and i began apprenticing under him as well. He was going to make me the perfect balance between warrior and necromancer. But he betrayed my trust and tried to kill me and then he stuffed this demon spirit into me making me what i am before you. But i am different only because he did not succeed in killing me. So I have two spirits that have been mended together over the years in this vessel called my body. And my human spirit has a naturally flowing magic binding to it that allows me to act on my own and therefore when i awoke standing over my master and had his blood running from my lips I ran and have never stopped."
He sat back waiting to watch her reaction hoping that she wouldn't try anything drastic. After all he didn't want to harm the poor girl.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:41 pm
Brianna just stood there trying to take it all in. She made a self note not to betray him even when they don't have this pact thing. But his answer also covered a few other questions she had had. "Okay... I think I see how that works. So out of these 21 Daemons how many are left?" She thought it would be better to just keep the questions going rather than think about the image of blood dripping from his mouth. She hated how well she could visualize sometimes.
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