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 Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 6:29 pm
The weather that day could have easily been described as punishing. If it wasn't inconvenient enough to have early morning snow to walk through on his way to work, there was no way in hell he was getting his bike out in that, now that the day had warmed it had begun to rain instead. The roads were slick, the sidewalks even more so, and if Varik had been a man to watch the weather he would have known to bring an umbrella. It wasn't a heavy rain; just enough to dampen his jacket at first, but the cold winter air now chilled him to the bone. Varik walked quickly, watching the sidewalk so to avoid the patches of ice here and there. His fingers ached from the cold and he was now unpleasantly aware how well cotton gloves held water. He readjusted his bag on his shoulder before shoving his hands deep into his jacket’s pockets. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to ask for a lift home next time. Out of his peripheral vision he spotted a shadow peek over one of the parked cars on the opposite side of the road. He stopped, thinking that it was someone getting into one of the cars, hoping that he'd be able to bum a ride. “What in the hell…..?” What he was greeted with was far from human. It looked like a dog… or wolf, aside from its size. It must have been six feet tall at least, judging by the way it towered over the car in front of it. When he stopped the animal began to slowly ease itself over the vehicle, the metal caving under its weight. There wasn’t anyone else around that he could see, no one that could help him. If he called out for someone he doubted that it would receive an answer. Varik let his bag slip from his shoulder and to the ground. There was relatively nowhere he could escape to. All the buildings around him were either houses or apartments, the front entrance likely locked so that not just anyone would waltz in. His own apartment building wasn’t far, if he could just make it there…. He didn’t get a chance to debate further, the animal rushed him. Whether it intended to eat him or not didn’t matter, he wouldn’t stay to find out. He turned and ran, boots slipping on the icy sidewalk. He caught himself against the wall beside him and continued. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears as well as the heavy footsteps of the animal behind him, though he wasn't going to turn and confirm that it was indeed following him. If he could just make it to his apartment…. No, unlocking the door would take too much time. He’d have to try the fire escape. No doubt he could get up the steps a lot faster than an animal of that size. Varik shot down a narrow alley, weaving past the dumpsters and trash cans. It would take longer to get to his apartment this way than to take the main road but he could he could definitely use some distance between himself and the animal. What he sees on the other end of the alley forces him to stop in his tracks. The animal somehow made it ahead of him? No. He turned, confirming that the wolf was still behind him. Oh that’s right, wolves hunt in packs don’t they?
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:41 pm
Quote: Backdated to before the punishment.
Bischofite smiled. He peeled through the shadows with practiced ease, teleporting when needed to bridge larger gaps. It felt good, truly good to indulge in such navigational freedoms. And since he now traveled paths of old, he needn't resort to meandering through a slew of obstacles, or patches of gutter trash that lingered in the streets. Rain sieged the city in a fashion intrinsic to winter, but the general didn't mind. Once he shirked his uniform, dry clothes would manifest in its stead. In a sense, it was easier to balance two lives, as opposed to his solitary and beleaguered existence as a civilian.
Things were better this way. He was better this way.
Lightning split the sky into shards in great, rending bursts. Soon after came the herald to its destruction - a rolling, low thunder that temporarily blotted out the occasional car horn. Sometimes the flashes cracked across his vision in such great strokes that he was forced to stop, to close his eyes and study the waning imprint of the bolt across his lids, to wait for the signal of its grumble to finally continue in his feverish chase toward that inescapable instinct that the world offered him some good today. That something - somewhere - might afford him a modicum of inspiration. That the world hadn't quite stagnated yet, and in some misbegotten corner of the insipid city he might find that rare gem of knowledge that always escaped him.
Like a still-beating heart displayed in a blooming ribcage. The general drew a quiet breath, one of sudden awe, when he felt the source of such a visceral image. In a sense, youma provided their own breed of inspiration, often through baser suggestion.
But his search yielded fine results in unexpected timing. Movement traced his peripherals, and Bischofite shifted his orientation to peer over the precipice of his current perch - an ancient office building with sun-bleached yellow paint and a flat roof dotted with exhaust fans - and what he witnessed eased a low hum out of the officer. An unconscionably large wolf-like youma sighted its prey and now pursued him down the street, long legs seeking purchase in the gritty pavement in order to bridge the distance to its next meal. And despite how desperately fast the man scrambled to stay even one step ahead of his hunter, all that effort amounted to nothing.
Not even the smooth ice broke the wolf's stride.
Bischofite followed the scene with avid interest, occasionally leaping between buildings to maintain a proper vantage point. And when the man finally wedged himself in a dead-end alley, between two large youma-wolves of similar build, the general clicked his tongue in disappointment. Unfortunately the stranger wouldn't put up much of a fight in this state - already he faced two towering adversaries, but now he stood breathless and panicked, without a single weapon to spare. Too bad.
But there were other ways to rectify the situation. Bischofite descended from the lip of the building, landing lightly atop melting ice. Thin as it was, it still notably affected walking. But he approached the stranger nonetheless, with his shock of red hair tied back into a ponytail and ripped jeans showcasing chilly gooseflesh beneath. And the general smiled that same iniquitous smile before gesturing toward the pair of wolves. "I see you found company. Tell me, boy - what do you know of zem? Are zey just beasts to you?" He studied the stranger with that same hawkish gaze he wore in the presence of the enemy. "It might be wise for you to indulge me, because I will tell you zis - I might dissuade zem from attacking you. And I could tell zem to stop, but zat would cost you a great deal more zan you would sink."
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 10:32 pm
Varik pressed himself against the wall behind him, fighting for breath, the air around him clouding. How could he have been so stupid? He had trapped himself, a quick glance away from the animals now closing in on him confirmed that there wasn’t anything within reach to climb onto. No windows, not even a stray pipe. He’d always thought old age would get him before something like this. Never had he thought he’d end up food for some animal, not in Destiny City. He avoided the ocean for that very reason and there certainly weren’t any large predators native to the region…. Well, he thought so at least. Of course he’d heard rumors of such monsters, none of which he took seriously. Maybe if he had he wouldn’t have found himself in this mess. He wondered if they’d leave anything for his mother to bury, or if anyone would think to feed his fish back at home. It’d be a shame for his pets to die along with him, too. Then again, rent was up soon, maybe his landlord would come make sure he hadn’t expired in the bathtub or something when he noticed he wasn’t around to harass for money. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see it when they finally made it to him. He almost wished he could just faint before it all happened. People did that right? After all, he was getting dizzy, but it was probably just him hyperventilating. Just the thought of being torn apart by those two… He clenched his jaw tight as the soft sounds of ice cracking in front of him pulled him from his thoughts. The last thing he wanted was to die screaming, if anything it would attract someone else. Of course they’d be too late; it wasn’t like someone could fight off these sorts of things. He didn’t want to be the reason those mutts got a second meal. There wasn’t any pain, instead he was greeted by a voice. Feathers? Where the hell had the man come from? He certainly hadn’t gotten past those wolves, had he? “An angel?” No, the way he looked at him… and the skulls he carried, he was a demon at best. A demon that may just be his only way out of the mess he’d found himself in. “You…. I don’t care what it costs; just don’t let them eat me.” If it meant walking away from this, he definitely wasn’t above begging. “Please.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 9:31 am
Angel, huh? He had to look past it - this admittedly cowardly man may very well be his personal youma soon. So what if he called Bischofite an angel? Todesengel himself still bore the title of angel. Samael was still considered an angel.
Lucifer was once called an angel.
"Boy, you'll haf' to gif' me your name. I don't often make ze acquaintance of strangers - zey often don't lif' srough my curiosity." The general clasped his hands together and leveled an accusatory stare toward the boy who stood plastered against the wall, breathing desperately and considering these two youma as possibly the most harrowing experience of his life. And to consider monsters real, for once, did perhaps impact the psyche greatly - as he had experienced once. But now Bischofite found it trite and almost dull; what fun was there in observing abject terror toward two very obvious stimuli?
The youma encroached at a slower pace due to his presence, but since he hadn't given an order to desist, they must've seen no reason to abandon their original course of action. No matter - he would either discourage them in time or allow them an easy meal. If this man couldn't provide basic information about himself, then he likely wouldn't amount to much of a youma at all.
And when the youma started a charge, Bischofite frowned. He needn't give the order to back off just yet, but he also didn't want the boy adorning the walls and floor of the alley if he could avoid it for the moment. Instead he reached outward and seized the youth's shoulders in a motion unconscionably quick for a civilian. If this man hadn't seen much of youma til now, then the powers Bischofite would soon demonstrate had to come as quite a shock. No matter - a technique that preserved his life must be a technique worth revering, or at least he hoped the youth had enough sense about himself to discern that.
And soon they weren't standing in an alleyway flanked by monstrous wolves. There were no towering brick walls on either side, preventing escape. The floor didn't face them with readily discarded trash, cleared away in some areas for the vagrants of Destiny City to sleep at night. And perhaps most markedly, the night sky expanded vastly overhead, with nothing to narrow their view of it. Bischofite had made these quick journeys himself several times, so he suffered little more than a tiredness from it, but that meant little for the one sustaining an instantaneous distance like that. The general backed up, wary of the bodily effects of teleportation.
"It will take zem a while longer yet to get to us here. Now - gif' me your name and tell me why you're wors' keeping around. I don't have a terrible lot of patience and neizer do zey, so be quick about it and I might decide to saf'e you yet." Bischofite smiled, and his teeth showed readily. A quick glance over the precipice confirmed that the two youma searched for their prior meal in a confused manner. "I will concede zat if I safeguard you from zose beasts, zere is a chance you will become one of zem." A chance he readily hoped for, no less. "And I haven't done zis before, so who knows what might happen? It could be fun, and I quite like fun."
The general turned back toward the redhead, and paused just behind him. The misanthrope leaned in toward the youth's ear and whispered against the shell of it with an acerbic intimacy. "I am Bischofite, and I can do sings zat you'f only dreamed of." Without waiting for an answer, he immersed his hand in the redhead's chest - his fingertips disappearing to the first knuckle beneath bone and sinew. It wasn't far enough to touch the starseed, but the boy didn't need to experience pain from this encounter just yet.Sebbyseb mama says you smell like fish, she thinks that is delicious
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 9:19 pm
Varik wanted to press himself closer to that wall, to sink into it, anything to disappear from the situation he was in. He was sweating despite of the cold and he shook visibly, it took a few moments after glancing to one of the animals to remember how to breathe. The redhead half wondered if he'd die of fright before the monsters ever made it to him. The stranger's presence has slowed them dramatically but not stopped them, if anything the slower pace was worse. Before it would have been quick, maybe, but now... hell, now he had a chance to really think over what would happen. That was, if he couldn't convince this.... whatever he was, to save him. He hadn't noticed the animals charge, he did however notice the sudden change of scenery. No longer did walls trap him, instead he found himself on the roof of the large apartment building overlooking the city. Nausea washed over him and he doubled over, sinking to his knees but a moment later as he retched. He pressed his hands flat against the rooftop, trying to steady himself through the dizziness. There were a million questions he wanted to ask but it seemed as though there wasn't going to be time for that. The man from before was speaking again. "Varik, my name's Varik." Hot breath tickling his ear caused him to stiffen up, the blood draining from his face as he had the pleasure of watching the stranger's hand slowly sink into his chest. No, this couldn't be real, none of it.... that's what he'd like to believe anyways, but he couldn't remember a dream being quite so cold. His hands left the rooftop, taking hold of the man's forearm. He didn't move to pull that hand anyway for fear of what it might do. "I can't die yet, I haven't done anything with my life, Not a single damn thing." The redhead licked his lips, his eyes now fixed on the hand that was now impossibly inside him. "Don't let me die here, I'll do anything."
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 10:39 am
"Varik, hmm? Curious." And what did varik feel like? Bischofite was more than interested in measuring that starseed out for himself, tracing every corner and flaw and brilliant warmth but the situation called for a little more restraint. Bischofite rested his chin atop the boy's shoulder, peering toward the ear of the one he intended to corrupt. "So what you're telling me is you're wasted potential. Assuming zat, if I am correct, you haf' any potential at all. Zat is fine - zat is good. I might be able to make somesing of you yet, and you will haf' ze life you seem so desperate to cling to - zough wis some restrictions: namely, you must make somesing of it now."
After straightening up, the general submerged his hand past the wrist into his target's chest, and bony fingers curled about the simplistic starseed therein. The warmth felt refreshing, the way it sloughed off energy in waves. It reminded him of simpler times, of softer times where his ruminations and machinations revolved around concepts far simpler than existentialism and the fate of a war that encompassed a land several thousand kilometers away.
Initially he wondered if Varik felt the same - if he understood the rudimentary facets of his life well enough, and he tapered into treading water and shirked what meager opportunities came his way in favor of maintaining the same decadent, stagnant lifestyle he came to adore through no shortage of mental lobbying for laziness. He wondered if Varik considered concepts outside of himself much anymore, or if he had some meager shred of comprehension toward the war that essentially decimated Destiny City in its daily throes. And lastly, he wondered if Varik had much of a concept about the youma that chased him so readily -
the youma that now clamored up the building, toward the rooftop where the general stood with their dinner.
Bischofite frowned; as much as he enjoyed the brazen intent of these oversized wolves, they impeded a plan he had set in motion not long ago. Though he was loathe to order youma as they had a perfectly working concept of their duties, he may have to resort to it to finish his experiment. Out of frustration more than intent, Bischofite tightened his grip on the boy's starseed. It pulsed as it always did, despite the sheer agony stemming from such an act.
And he preferred it this way. Suffering inspired growth, in all the vivid and unusual ways he could not shape himself. Varik would grow, whether into a monster or a man of the Negaverse, and Bischofite hadn't the experience nor the ability to pick. In fact, he wasn't sure he wanted to in the end - he rather liked surprises in instances like these.
"If you'll do anysing to lif', zen I haf' but one request for you - suffer." The general summoned all the chaotic energy he could muster and poured it into the meager starseed resting in the boy's chest. It poured into the cavity unabated and drowned that unconscionably simple seed with little effort - though it drained the host and corruptor alike with the vast energy reserves needed to sustain such an act.
Bischofite never intended to exhaust himself like this, but his quest in the name of curiosity sought its own measure of penance.Sebbyseb yeah that's about how long we've been rping @_@
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:25 pm
Pain blossomed throughout his body as that hand sank deeper into his chest. There was no pinpoint location, it seemed to come from everywhere at once yet there was no question that whatever the stranger... no, whatever Bischofite was doing was the cause. He couldn't exactly feel the hand inside him but there was an added weight to his chest, an almost crushing feeling that took his breath away. Varik dug his fingers into the man's forearm, too shocked to scream and at the same too afraid that any sound would alert the monsters below to their location. Unlike physical pain this didn't fade and a ringing in his ears now obscured most of what the man was saying. Never had he even imagined something like this, not even in his nightmares. He almost thought that maybe his fate with the wolves would have been less painful. Then, as suddenly as the pain began, it stopped. The hand slipped free from his chest as warmth settled around him. “What the hell did you do?” He choked out when he finally caught his breath. Where he had been soaked to the bone he now found himself in a heavy coat. “What kind of trick is this?” Even in the darkness he recognized what he was now wearing as some sort of uniform, at least, that’s the closest thing to it he could think of. He turned to face the man again, jerking at the tie that threatened to choke him. The coat and hat were more welcome given the weather but even then there was no explanation as to where it came from. Strickenized Oh man this is awful and it took forever.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 11:34 pm
Now exhausted, the general slumped against his new charge momentarily, the majority of his weight anchored against the boy's shoulder. Never in all his time with the Negaverse had he imagined that turning a man felt so utterly draining... Straightening up, Bischofite drew a few breathless huffs to banish the pervading weaknesses in his extremities. Suddenly he felt as though he could sleep a thousand years... And he suspected his countenance yielded every thought, every imperceptible emotion that trickled through his mind. "You saw what I did, child - I reached into your chest and practically <********> your soul. Put in more eloquent terms, I instilled a measure of Chaos energy wis'in you, and zis infinitesimally small, unimpressif' gem wis'in your chest received it wis' enough grace to avoid shattering.
"In short, you are now a Lieutenant for ze Dark Kingdom. Try not to ******** up and make me look bad for an already poor, impulsif' decision." Finally the misanthropic general divested himself from his lieutenant, and retreated a few paces to fully digest the changes the boy now sported. Ultimately his uniform looked akin to simple military attire, somehow crossed with formal undertones. Perhaps it didn't blend terribly well with the typical civilian crowd, but his new charge sported significantly more acceptable additions than the general's savage face paint. No garish colors, no strange accessories, no gaudy designs.
It could work.
Bischofite finally gave into his inclinations and yawned into his glove. "We haf' far too much to cover for idle chat atop a building. Doubtless you can now sense ze monsters squirreling about below - called youma. It's... A grungy feeling, much like grease settling beneas' your skin, somesing you can't quite wash away. It's jarring, at first, but you'll get used to it soon enough. Zey won't quite attack you now, but we should not linger regardless - different sreats proof' far more pertinent for you to avoid zan simple nightmares hunting srough ze city. For now, I'll take you somewhere zat we can discuss zese matters out of uniform, wis'out ze chance for eavesdroppers."
Inwardly he suspected that he shouldn't push himself to teleport with an added load when he already reeled from the chaotic expenditure of corrupting the man, but could they really speak of the necessities in such an unforgiving location? Regardless, he stole the lieutenant's hands into his own, swinging them in a childish pendulum fashion. "Try not to vomit on me, Lieutenant. I might feel obligated to end you." With a tired smirk, they left the rooftop with nary a sound.Sebbyseb this can work as a close - i can discuss with you on aim!
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