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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:06 am
Typical Andie!Disclaimer: This is a private roleplay thread for Lucirous (moi) and Mickey (Jan the Verse), blahblahblahglubglublglub, yaddayadda.... don't post unless you recieve my permission via PM... blahblahboogabooga... If you feel the absolute need to push a character out into this... err.. plotline?... request permission to me via PM.... gloogenclaukenheimer! >>;
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Lucirous led Mickey to a large, old-fashioned building. Brick was chipped from the outside, and vines were slowly creeping their way to the very top. In what used to be a garden-- or so it appeared to once be a garden-- plants and even weeds withered and browned as Lucirous cursed something about '******** gardner bailing on him,' ecetera. Inside the building it was as tall as it was wide and long. Marble seemed to be in good condition, but railings on stairs were blackening and tainting with rust. It was visable that the building, was in all facts, very old.
Leading onwards to a back wall, Lucirous put his free hand to his chest and bowed deeply. "JAG lova mig själv till du , Vår Herre och Frälsare , och villigt accept straffen på grund av jag från delande och märkningen. JAG skal bruk dem alltid , och gör min bäst till inte ledsnaden min ed till du. Lucrious , din ödmjuk tjänare," He murmured lightly in a foreign language before standing up. Reaching out, he touched the black sheep among the flock of white sheep. Waiting a moment, a loud click was heard before edges around the area of the black sheep were soon visable before popping open. Stepping into the room, he waited for Mickey to follow before closing it lightly behind them. There was a fire already going in the fireplace, and large, luxirious, crimson-colored fabricated chairs.
"All of these books are on markings," Lucirous mumured as he slowly began to untie the ribbon from his hand as he stepped behind a tall chair. Slowly, the ribbon began to fall loose from his body, though he caught it before it hit the ground. Wrapping it around his waist and tieing it lazily, though securely, he stepped out from behind the chair and held his arms open, out at his sides. "My body is your's to analyze," He said rather bitterly, though he let a dark chuckle escape his lips.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:26 am
"Mickey Young," he'd prounounced as they were leaving - good a name as any and just about all he gave these days. He could've given anything, anything at all - he'd operated under enough false identities that it was easy for him to switch between names easy as changing clothes, but Mickey Young - those were the syllables he chose, he lived and worked with in this day and age. They were his name in all but the most arcane sense.
So it was safe to stick with them, not just convenient.
Anyway... He followed along in relative silence, loath to lose the opportunity to get a gander at books without Dunsirn lurking in the background. Wasn't going to start throwing 'Lucy' around until he had the upperhand. Which might very well be never, but it was still on his mind. He watched and listened with all attentiveness, cataloguing all details away and appearing merely curious - if intensely so - at the proceedings. If the language he failed to understand had been something more... say... middle eastern, he might've gotten jumpy. But all safe so far. Relatively and so forth.
Scanning the walls with genuine interest, the demon blinked a few times as Lucirous to all appearances began to strip - but settled for less than the full monty. "Fair's fair, I suppose," he said after a moment, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his turtleneck shirt, to reveal beneath an intricate network of all sorts of tattoos and markings, tribal, Celtic, unclassifiable - a mishmash, chaos, one that... seemed to undulate, shift, move and twist and form new patterns when one looked at it too long, "This is the origin of interest, y'see," he explained cheerily, not really looking towards the wolf as he reached for and began to flip through one of the nearby books, pausing at a vaguely familiar picture to peer before glancing at his own arm, then walking forward to tilt his head at Lucirous. "Anyway, am I examining your markings or is this some opportunity to show off?" he quipped, that same cheer still evident somewhere in his tone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:35 am
"I have nothing you haven't seen on yourself," Luci snapped, scowling at the other as he put his hands on his hips. The words pretty much meant 'I have a p***s just as you, therefore I have nothing to show off.' He never was the most blunt kind of fellow, but he was far from pleasant... and far from sugar-coating anything. Removing his hands from his hips, he tilted his head back and let out a breath through his nose. Oh lord, this could probably end up taking until morning-- if not days upon days. There were several books, though all the markings could end up being classified under the same thing, just slightly twisted from the other variation. "Oh yes, and looking is permitted, but touching is not," Luci hissed in addtion. He didn't really care how intently the other stared at the tattoos-- they were just ink on his body to him-- though the other's intense interest was a bit odd... nothing unnerving or completely out of the usual.
"Why, dare I ask, are you so interested in a couple of markings? It's just ink in a distinct shape, with some ridiculous, fake-a** meaning behind it," The wolf grumbled, but had to admit that he was more comfortable with the markings being examined rather than being bombarded with questions. Questions tended to... well, quite frankely, they pissed him off. They were just so annoying and nosey. This, he found, was less annoying and nosey-- though other's would probably see it differently-- something he was a little more familiar with. Comparing and final analysis-- that's what this was - or what it had better just be.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:31 am
"Every body's different," Mickey quipped with a grin, not the least bit thrown by the wolf's surliness. He would've been out of a job and way far out of patience over a century ago if he'd let that sort of thing get to him. That was part of the nice thing about not playing to the role of the hot-headed fledgling anymore. No need to rise to insults, get in more trouble than he'd really wanted to be in for sake of an image. Not that he didn't get into trouble anyway, but it was for slightly different reasons now.
Flipping distractedly through the same book he took a moment to find and weigh a response, something that might function as plausible and satisfactory both. Not the easiest thing in the world to do, especially when the truth probably wouldn't appeal to either of those requirements. Such was the life. As it were.
"What makes you think a meaning's fake-a**?" he settled on finally, glancing up with a brief and highly amused quirk of brow, "If it means something to the marker and nothing to the marked it's still got some significance." Which was really the root of the matter when you got to his own cursed markings - he hadn't the faintest ******** idea what they were. But the Circle... they'd been more than aware. And if he could come to understand the markings, perhaps he could find a way to counteract their purpose.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 10:31 pm
"The only meaning behind it is the truth that those we are surrounded by are truely simple minded ********," Luci grumbled unhappily as he folded his arms across his chest. Raising a brow as the other flipped through the book, he walked to the book case and reached up to grab another book. Walking back towards the fireplace, he sighed and opened it up, flipping through the pages. "They all mean the same thingin a different variation." Lucirous said as he studied a few pages before setting the book down ontop of the mantle.
Slowly turning, heaving a sigh, he placed his hand onto the mantle. Ears twitched lightly and his tail flicked behind him. He remembered very clearly what they had accused him of being, simply because he was born under disapproved circumstances. Yes, he remembered everything.
"The marks, the brands, everything boils down to one thing - the Son of Satan." He paused for a moment, flicking his head to the side with amusment, the hair falling away from his face. "They say my father had the Devil's eyes. My mother died birthing me, my siblings died due to having to mother no care for them... but one little baby, the only child that was completely dependant on a parent, survived. They claimed I survived in the most ridiculous ways, impossible ways." Luci gave a shrug and turned his head down towards the fire. "Truth is I was born without innocence... They say it's the only thing you can't learn - just pretend." Lucirous paused for a moment, 'staring' off into the fire. "I agree with them."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:59 pm
Lips pursed and the demon rocked back on his heels, looking up from the book and towards his host with an expression somewhere between entertained, interested and just plain skeptical - though that last was for slightly... unorthodox reasons. It wasn't that Mickey doubted protestations of the Devil and so forth - he just got a little annoyed when people got all angry at Satan and so forth or started waving their arms and shouting 'the Devil made me do it' when sheezus wasn't it obvious they just didn't want the responsibility of their own evil ingenuity? The least a wicked man could do was take some damn pride in his works.
Besides which, how could you possibly be born without innocence? Unless that was some arcane reference. Because the way Mickey saw it, Lucirous had just been forced to grow up way too fast. Happened to the best of 'em. Mickey himself had been a fairly sheltered kid - far as that went where he'd grown up, but still, a family went a long way in that respect. "Why brand you, then?" he pushed further, eyes going back to the volume in his hands, "Some sort of Mark of Cain, warning the world of your evil influence? A seal on your terrible powers? Shits and giggles?"
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