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IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: Nefarious on September 12, 2007, 05:19:18 PM
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The disturbance ranging from fifty to seventy meters inward, his death had come, why did he have to let someone such as her have his last breath? such a pathetic role model never deserving Nefarious' attention. his insight was brought to the left a little as he saw it, the instrament to this entire worlds destruction!!!
a swift pivot would have Nefarious facing the thing before the charge, the attention was perfect, the sight and insperation carefully thought out... for a spur of the moment idea. the thing had to be vanquished at all costs. coming closer to the object before he raised a fist into the air, claws extending outward as as leap into the air was made, he had it within range, it was time... time for him to save this world with the death of one of these horrid things... one creature at a time.
a loud, abrupt battle cry came from between his lips as the massive figure came barrowling down on it. "I WILL SLAY THEE IN A CARROT'S HONOUR!!!!" his fist was quick, precice but within that moment of exileration, the damn thing had noticed him, ofcource it noticed, he just yelled at the top of his lungs at the creature...
It took off, hopping in the other direction as it gave a cry of its own, the cry would cause Nef to tumble to his face, sliding across the dirt for a moment with a look of frustration over his face... it got away, stupid little thing. "Oh, you're one lucky little rabbit, the next time we meet, i will have your foot..." softly spoken as his hands slid to his sides, pushing him up from the ground... eyes looking in both directions for the thing, it left foot prints, little thing.
his feet began to move once more as his quest for the rabbit's foot was on once more, a day old quest but in that... it was amusing, he had to capture this thing or bring it back motionless for his payment of unlimited carrots to commence...wait, unlimited carrots? wouldn't that mean... he was the rabbit? that coulnd't be, the rabbit took one carrot, but yet, the old man offered Nef an entire garden? strange little humans.
"Come out come out little furry demon, i know you're around here somewhere... please come out, I just want to..." a slight pause, if it was a demon rabbit, could it understand Nef? wait... A DEMON RABBIT? What the hell kind of world was this? or.. possibly... did he just come up with that idea and scare himself? a slight shake in his head before he continued his walk through the field. uh, a field? no... this was far more than a field... there were stones sticking from the ground, where exactly was this place?
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Mastering of a power always essential when finally obtaining this. Though when one plays with the concept of time the outcome is nothing that is expected. Even after a few breakthroughs enabling Herra the ability to use the concept for her needs furthering her knowledge still yielding surprising results. This being the case as Herra pierces the reality of her own world allowing her to tumble into this one. Ripples of what she thought to be time itself bending before her eyes she did not know it was the very fabrics of reality itself. Reaching out her right hand to touch these ripples instead she is sucked into the new ârealmâ. A golden flash signifies her departure from her own just as this golden flash shows any around her the arrival.
Having been standing out in the white sands of the Starthrian Cape she is now surrounded by trees. Trees? Taking a quick breath she slowly turns her head; this is not her home. Emerald eyes sway to and fro as she tries to gain her bearings though not one signature upon this land is familiar to her. Ebony brows knot together whilst the trees even look to be of a different variety.
âAye thou hath taken from my home once more.â Her soft voice whispers out to no one. Knowing what had happened; this has happened before too many times for her to count.
Feeling the presence of others around her though unaware exactly what these signatures belong to. This till a small furry rabbit hops by her. Tilting her head to the side she watches this creature disappear into some brush. Without a sound from her lips another signature seems to following this creature. Thinking this to be a predator of sorts; what else would chase down a small animal as a rabbit less it has the intention upon eating it; right? Long onyx curls sway to her back as she whips her head back to the direction this other signature was heading from. Standing within this foreign forest in her long black gown her crimson lips gift not one expression. Unsure if she too will be fighting off a predator on its way for dinner Herra braces herself for the unexpected.
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Yay, someone to play with... Nef'll be so overjoyed.
pearlascent hair whipping about his eyes as his walk continued through the grave-site, it always amused him when his objective ran from his sight, ofcourse... he had no intention of actually taking this thing back alive, or even taking it back at all, it was not within the contract.
a small few steps were taken until Nef had stopped... eyes widened at the appearance of this new being, did the rabbit actually turn into her? she had been wearing those colors, that cape, it was all too familiar... back when he was aiding Joshua and the other Mystics, back when Nef himself was one of them after turning to a hired hand. head shaking a moment to get rid of nestalgic thoughts as he slowly approached the being.
"Sup? Are you my little rabbit pet? you couldn't be, i've never seen my little pet turn into something like you before...Who are you?" he had to play as such, to play as though he and his pet were having a game, he didn't want to spill this creatures blood along with the rabbits, it wasn't normall what he was like but in order to get the job done... the employer said to catch the rabbit at any means possible.
a soft sigh slipping past Nef's lips before glancing around the area... the stones and almost dead looking trees reminded him of his own training ground... eyes looking to some of the tree's that seem to have eyes before glancing back to the new figure... he had to try to play nice with this one until he found out if she was his target or not.
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From the darkness another emerges. Expecting to see a smaller predator this male bewilders her to say the least. Perhaps that small creature was to be his dinner? Jaded green eyes sweep over the entirety of the male sizing her up. Silence developing betwixt them both till his voice breaks the serene spell. Tipping her head to the side as his question is asked; thoughts swarming within her mind to this question. Herra, the pet of another? Ludicrous! None have even so much as tried to claim this; not after the hundreds of years ago Joshua of the Mystic Knights too her to Starthra to become a citizen.
âNay Sire doth I look to thee a small furry creature?â An ancient melody accompanies her words; more so like a song. âMy given name is Herra Draven fair hunter whom might thee be?â Her head lifts as she speaks/sings her name.
No longer bothering with her surroundings; nay this male has filled her eyes and will do so thus far. Pulling her small hands before her; slender fingers lace betwixt one another. Her posture defined, poisedâ¦Royal. Not a crown to crest her brow for she preferred not to show her status. Her people know whom she is by first glance. Not ignorant to think that a crown would make a bit of difference in a foreign land. Herra prefers to let her actions and words account for herself.
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a slight look of confusion crossing his face as she spoke, someone from that tongue, this was goind to be a fun game indeed. taking a few steps in her direction as his head tilts to look in her eyes before taking a step even closer... the slightest of smirks crossed over his lips before taking in what seemed to be the longest breath to fill his lungs.
"Thee talketh weirdeth" he says right before the chuckle, what childlike expressions rolling over his face as the laugh ensued, she was decent looking, the clothing had been a bit outdated, the style... old and tiresome from the early days of the Knights... other than that? she was tolerable.
"Hunter? I... uh, I wasn't hunting? um..." hand rising to press the palm of his right hand to the back of his neck before looking around for that little rabbit before letting his attention move to Herra once more. "Well little lady, you could be furry, I have not inspected everything about you, ya know? so the question brought itself to my attention. peachy?" another slight laugh before letting his hand drop to his side. "Just...hmm, Call me Deus. yeah... mmkay? Deus works perfectly." was she starting to bore the God? surely she had some way of entertaining him before he ignored her completely to find his little rabbit once more.
Pivoting on the ball of his left foot until he was facing his ex-left now, eyes roaming around a little in search for the creature he had been chasing. "So tell me little Lady, If you're not that rabbit... would you happen to know where it went?"
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His eyes move and return only to seem as if he is sizing her up. Her head tips to the side watching him as he blatantly does this. Unmoving since the moment the rabbit made its way past her. Strange these lands truly are; though perhaps not all are like this one. Little too long does his eyes linger upon her gown. Feeling his emotion of amusement and criticism by her ancient tongue and choice of attire; the cover of the book metaphorically speaking. Not caring what his emotions are upon first addressing her; not all can appreciate taste for the finer things; not all knows the secret behind the one of a kind gown she wears.
By way of her own; willed by thought; whim the silken skirt of her gown begins to whip about tearing itself into threads. Herraâs long tanned legs exposed for a brief moment just before these threads twist tightly about her legs. The bodice of her gown staying as it is though much like the dance about the May pole, Herraâs legs become consumed by the silken cloth. This material slips along to thread through the heels of her ebony shoes. Once the last thread twists itself about her leg ripples form in the very material itself. The material seems to âmeltâ upon her body; each thread becoming one before solidifying.
With the soft silken look to the material he would not know it was hard as the now showing onyx embedded within her back. Not one word is given to him; his insult will wait for a more appropriate time. She still has yet to know exactly where she is.
âDare thee not find out.â Her first response to the âfurâ comment. Lifting her head till her chin is perfectly level those brilliant green eyes stare into what he may believe to be his very soul, âHunting the furry creature is what thou art doing. Aye, I hath seen thy furry hunt. Should I tell thee where it went? Nay, I hardly doubt it hath caused enough harm to thee to warrant death.â
Her smile turns sly; he was not going to mock her speech and expect her to tell him what he wants! Tilting her head to the opposite side now she claims her counter stare upon him. Not one to normally provoke another, he earned this. Parting her legs she takes on a stance she has not used in ages. Should he try something risky she will be more then ready for it. A gust of wind rolls over the lands threading through the trees and headstones. Tossing a few curls over her shoulder, she doesnât move.
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Aww, she was so cute, the way she denied his request at the thought that she was above him. a slight sigh came from Nef as he began to turn his back to the woman, he had no reason to worry of threats by such a being, she'd be lucky if she even scratched him.
shaking his head slightly as a hand came up once more to rest the palm of his had on the back of his neck, moving it back and forth against the bone-like armor as his nails soon began to clank against them. "Well now, Herra, a creature such as you, within my former realms clothing? Your appearance here is eluding my mind, i can't quite graps just why you've arrived. Could you have possibly be sent by Matsimodo or Joshua? If so, then return and tell the fools that their God will never return. That realm serves no purpose in my plans."
his tone had changed, the time of innocence was left behind, his mission to hunt the rabbit would be put on hold until the interuption had stopped, yeah... he was going to slaughter the rabbit, but for good reasons... With the death of the rabbit, caused the life of the farmer and his family.
Four steps infront of him brought him even more away from Herra but still within the range to hear his voice, he had no intention to aiding Joshua in his little wars anymore, thats all Nefarious ever was to him, a weapon to be used without consequence. head tilting to the right before the innocence had returned, eyes looking around for a moment before spotting the little tracks within the dirt, the animal was found once more, this time... his mission would be complete. walking in its direction a little before a disturbance... the noise, that scream of pain, of havoc... the rabbit had transformed itself again.
within moments, Nefarious was right next to Herra, well... within seven feet of her but still moving, she was not his target... luckily for her. as Nefarious planted his feet with little force to launch himself into the air, the rabbit had leaped from the bush, the same snow white feature within its coat, yet... it was huge, the beast had grown tremendously in shape, its claws an inch long, teeth three inchs long and ready to latch onto Nefarious.
he had seconds to act, to move... all he could do was try to stop and embrace the thing within his own hands but as usual... just like Nefarious... he tripped, tumbling to the ground once more but in a different fashion than before, his momentum from the fall had been converted into more of an upside down roll, his own claws extending outward to catch the underside of the now massive rabbit.
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Thus far this male would never guess what sort of powers well deeply within her. Never could he imagine the âotherâ side of Herra though try as he may. The question would not be whether she could place a scratch upon him; the question more so lies in whether he would walk away from a battle with Herra. No matter; judgment of a bookâs cover is never a good practice. Still not hint of movement till after his words to her. Lifting her head she tips this to the opposite direction.
âMy arrival hath nothing to do with another. âTwas purely a random act of time not the need for what ever services thou hath offered in the past. I know not the ground upon which I stand.â More of a general statement not to be confused with the âcry of helpâ.
His own movement not causing her to stir; rather be seen as a soft gentle woman then a warrior in any eyes. Her days of frivolous fighting ended with the big blow out Eden saw hundreds of years in the past. Taking a few steps to the side Herra places even more of a distance betwixt them. N o matter that his eyes have detected the small dusty path of the rabbit. Not like it really mattered to her in either case what happens here. A visitor upon these lands if anything else the life of a rabbit is not worth a possible threat against her own home. What would this creature know of Starthra any how?
Turning from the pathetic hunt of the woodland animal Herra chooses not to acknowledge the fact its size multiplied by ten fold. Deus found what he was looking for with or without her help. With the arrogance of his own abilities she figures he can hold his own. Unable to picture him asking for her help now she begins to walk to a tombstone but five feet away. Turning she sits upon the stoneâs top; watching this Deus play with his hunt.
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The druid would walk out from behind a tree observing what was happing. His eye taking in Herra witch he sorta knew and then a man witch was as new as the next day. He would walk forward towards them his great sword lay apon his back and his shield blades lay on his wrist. Aleph had been searching for his family witch up and vanished from Ayenee. It was odd to find Herra here in this land of all places.
"How did you manage to leave Startha Herra"?. his voice was cool againt their ears. He gave off a vibe of kindness from his appaernce and his voice. On his neck any one could see the mark of a master Druid on it. He loved the forrest and it loved him so he had all ways kept any animal safe and used what he knew to pass judgment.
"hello sir my name is Lord Aleph Darkfire, Who might you be ". He would bow to the man and then raise back up and look him in the eye. A bear would come out and stand next to aleph as if he was alephs friend. But he was and all ways will be. his name in his druid society was Irion claw since he took the form of a leapord and fought with a mind for justice and balance.
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I'm sorry for any typo's that this post contains, its 4am and I did promise one today, I was going to wait until I slept and woke up half way through the next day, but it'd keep people waiting, so here ya go Herra, I hope its decent enough.
Eyes widening as the retarded creature bit him, its teeth tried to peirce the flesh of his left shoulder and claw at his midsection, this... was getting annoying. Nefarious reached downward to the lower back of the thing, clenching his fist a little as he proceeded to ram it inward to the lower section of where the rabbits ribs would be.
the scry of the beast was heard once more as it toppled over, "Oh my dear blade of grass, did you seriously just try to bite me? whats next? ARE YOU GOING TO PULL MY HAIR? you're like a school girl, damn rabbit." reaching down to the left back leg of the rabbit, eyes widening as it sprung to life, kicking Nef wildly as he tried to take control of the situation, sitting up a little before lifting the troublesome creature into the air. "Moron, did I not tell you to stop eating your owners carrots? I TOLD you he would have me after you next time, guess what, its next time. Though, you did surprise me with the fact that you're a damn demon rabbit, i never saw that coming."
With one solid swing of his arm, his fist with the leg in it came crashing down, the rabbit quickly follow Nef's hand as its head, body... everyhting but his leg would smash into the solid ground... head bouncing a little to knock the thing out so it wouldn't suffer too badly. sitting up the rest of the way as he pulled out a small string to tie around the feet of the creature... once completed, he would stand up to glance at this new kid.
"Aww, cute bear, Are you having fun? do you feel compelled to strike me down from what i've done? does it bring a tear to your little eyes? come on, does baby want a ba-bah?" snickering softly before looking back to Herra, she was interesting, there was no doubt about that, but her position brought an attitude that would normally get her killed in the presence of a Twilight member. "So, you weren't sent by Joshua, Where are you? within a time that your rule has no ground, little ruler of Starthra, you're a long way from home little girl, best you watch your back 'round here 'less you'll lose that little gown of yours, or get it dirty." another snicker form the Carnal God, eyes looking back to the kid for a moment as he tossed the rabbit over his shoulder, his prize, captured, his quest... completed.
a small nod of his head would be given to the little one to pay respects not for Aleph himself, but for his teachers old clan. his mind rattled with thoughts of past events, why was a Darkfire here? let alone a Starthran? what was next? a ShadowSpire creature? or maybe a Dragonrose? all worthless clans, realms or families that had tried to envoke Nefarious to conquer their enemies once before... the simple fact was there, He was created to kill, to slaughter and destroy... within that very aspect, he was disobediant to his creator, he cause dhis share of death, of carnage... now? he was no more than a free God to roam the multiverse looking for some... place.
"If you are truly lost, little Royalty, then i'll remain a little while longer to make sure you catch your barings, we don't need a ruler of that realm falling... tehn someone finding out where you were and blaming me, I've lived through that once before... I don't need it again. peachy?" was he actually serious? sincere? was this a true, genuine offer from Nefarious? the king of being that enjoyed playing tricks on others for his own amusement... or was this oen of those serious notions that was rarely seen form him? only her trust would know that.
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Bowing her head to this new comer; wait, what is this? Curious eyes befall one whom Herra has not really met though has captured a glimpse of in her recent past. Regardless of this new turn of events she can not help but to keep an eye upon Deus. Such an odd creature, god or what ever he claims for himself. Talking to the small creature; large creature. Not much here thus far has made much sense though perhaps this was all just a rouse. Draped in the comforts of silence for now she will just watch this Deus; least till he is done playing with the rabbit thing.
Even as the twine is wrapped about the legs of the creature she sits still in silence. Hearing the way he addresses Aleph and herself; such childlike speech. Perhaps she was wrong in expecting to find intelligent life in these woods. Not like she truly expected anything for the whole purpose of being here purely an accident. In the back of her mind though Herra can not help but to be offended by the way this male chooses to speak to her. Little girl? Indeed his godliness is blinding his perception of sight. Having lived for a few millennia her days of being a little girl has melted into the deep abyss ones call the Past.
âI need not the comforts of blaming others for my woes or mistakes. Stay if thee feels fit to do so.â Still filled with the vivid melody of the ancients her song though carries an air of flatness.
Perhaps this male thinks her incapable of fending for herself. Maybe he sees that she is in fact a woman and feels her feeble against the woodland creatures. Who truly knows his motives but himself. Not one to be filled with trust when within a foreign land she certainly will not let her guard down in the darkness hiding such a world from her. Lulling her head to the side her eyes sweep down to the gown now looking more so like a body suit. Does she truly portray a scared little girl lost in the woods? Doubtful of that she simply awaits the next comment to tumble out of Deusâ mouth. Her eyes drifting back to this male; what does Lord Aleph think of him?
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head tilting to the right a little at the boy, did he really think a bear would sway his mind not to do this to the rabbit? his eyes moving to the female as he slowly brought the rabbit back around to the front of him, eyes looking down at the creature within his hand as he takes the back legs of the thing, lifting it towards his mouth as it opens... teeth baring as he quickly chomped down on the little guys feet, snipping them clean off, at that specific moment, the shreik echoed through his ears once more.
Tossing the creature into the air in more of a flipping fashion before catching it by the head, eyes watching the demon the entire time as his new basketball came hurdling down within his palm, knee edtending outward to offer a point of impact, the bone covering said knee was extended outward, convolting into a hard surface before the rabbits head smashed roughly against it. eyes popping, brain matter splashing from beyond the back of the creatures skull as its tongue was snipped clean off by its own teeth.
dropping his knee along with the corpse of the demon, back arching upward as the skin covering his forehead began to extend, the horn becoming apparent as his body began its slow change into the...darker, more...well, into his true state. "You little bitch, you better free me from this prison!" an abrupt sound came form between Deus' lips, the voice of a deeper, more harsh tone rang through the valley but why? how? was still him? or could the Gharlintraf be trying to come out after all this time? "Nefarious, Stay back, its my kill, this one is mine!... I allowed HIM to place you within my mind in exchange for helping the Blue Devil out, don't make me change that now." the tone had changed once more, softer... that innocence had returned within Deus.
left hand coming upward as it balled into a fist, the speed of the punch came out of nowhere, he really did want to come out and play with Herra, didn't he? "Why're you hitting yourself?" another punch to the face as he began to chuckle for a second, the right hand made its appearance as it balled into a fist to launch at the solarplex's. why? why was Lumania doing this?... why was he attacking himself? "Oh, whats wrong? do you miss daddy? are you a daddys boy? GROW UP! He's gone! Theres nothing you can do to bring him back!" Deus... was the harsh one this time? wincing a little at each blow to his body.
"HEY!!! DO NOT MAKE ME GET MY NUNCHUCK SKILLS!!!" wait... what? skills? where have we seen that before? oh, hell, don't tell me he actually followed his son into Xanders time and caught it... he had to watch that damn movie. a shake of his head before more laughter escaped between his lips. "What skills do you have? Are you serious? did you actually take us to visit Him? i can't beleive you went that far in time... such a dork." Deus kept laughing, his little brother was amazing, wasn't he supposed to be the cold blooded killer? but he was watching kid flicks? just... amazing.
"Nef? are you there? oh, sorry, you must be HONING YOUR SKILLS!!!! moron" another punch to the face. this entire display was visible to the other two around them, Nefarious and DEus had forgotten all about the quest, the rabbit Deus just bit the legs from and slaughtered, the first kill for Deus, usually, its Nefarious thats doing all the killing... well, alteast of people.
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aleph would stare at the man and smile at him." becareful what you do infron't of a druid for you must take only what you need in a forrest. you could disrupt nature's balance". He would pet the bear slightly and look at Herra. He might be a darkfire but the man must think of him as a vile creature like his bother."I'm lord Aleph Darkfire, a druid as well in my society I'm known as Ironclaw". He would bow to them slightly and raise.
The bear would turn around wand walk off to find some food in a near by stream. Aleph in the other hand would stay with these two to watch over them and make sure nothing hurts nature at all. The man was seeping evil in the area and the near by animals that craved blood would gather and stare at him." It would be wise to let your anger to stop for I can't hold all these beast at bay". He would pull his staff out and smirk at him.
Aleph had all ways showed respect towards all living creatures and would be nice to the man and even Herra. Most people did not know of Aleph and what he repersented. He was the becon of good. A light to be followed if you choose a life of helping and healing. A druids life he had chosen because solitude was what he had sought out at a younge age.
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By the looks given to her from Aleph and the emotions that betray him Herraâs head slowly rises. Even with the apparent madness of Deus; or what ever be within him; Herra can feel the emotions swelling within Aleph. Not having caused the chase for the rabbit nor the actions of the madman now slaughtering the creature she can not understand why she would hesitantly be included in the respect of Aleph. Not knowing exactly what he is thinking the emotions of being unsure and even the smaller emotions gifted during thought can give her the slightest inclination towards what he can be thinking of. Unknown to this Lord Herra to upholds the respect for all life forms; this is till they earn her disrespect. Once this occurs she will not be held accountable for the outcome.
Shaking her head as the bear saunters off and the rabbits head meets the ever unyielding stone. Not going to interrupt this crazy mans fun. Not as he begins to pound himself in the face. Little more does Herra have to witness to know that it is time to move on. Even if the emotions seeping from Deus was more then enough for three people let alone one. Maybe she is wrong and his emotions are just crazy due to his.. Well craziness. Her own intuition though tells her there is more to this then meets the eye. Perhaps if she gets this self mutilation to instead turn into a more civilized conversation?
âThy words hath spoken of Joshua of the Mystic Knights; earlier. âTwas he alone that had brought me to the lands of Starthra many thousands of years ago. Placing me into the protection of the mighty lands once the Edenites had began to loose their minds. War was all those times knew and He wanted me to know what it truly was to have a home.â Her song filled outburst more then she wanted to reveal though if she could get Deus to stop hitting himself.
Slipping from the stone she had sat upon her heels dig into the ground. Taking a few steps to the right she turns to face Deus once more before taking a few steps back. Without the much needed signatures of this world Herra can not simply âorbâ to another location. Knowing fully right well that lunatics in her past were not stable to be around. Not knowing this Deus she can only come to the conclusion that departure is the best route. A few more steps she takes backwards. Subtle retreat; is it so subtle in his eyes though?
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Woohoo, Finally back from visiting Miss Magdalan in SoCal, had a blast coming up with the new entrance music and all, went out on the town... its busy down there, i'm not sure tha tI like it, too many people in a hurry.
Herra, Sorry for the wait on this post, that'll be the last long wait like that for a while. -gets to it-
Eyes peeking back up to Aleph as he spoke to him, the slight smirk leaving its mark over his lips once more as his cheeks began to puff outward from such a display... he tossed that clans name around as if it would strike fear into Lumania's heart? into his mind? little di the kid know, that the Darkfire, were pathetic little demons that couldn't ammount to anything aslong as they had Varsy as their leader. lips parting slowly as his last words to the man would be had. "Little child, shine your badge of merit to another, the voice of Darkfire has left it, its destructive power no more, its founding leader and original creator has thrown it aside like the trash it is, My advice to you...LORD Aleph, find a new clan name, a new family among this realm before your whole world is covered in bloodshed, your tongue will be stripped from your mouth and ears incased on themselves if the name of Darkfire is spoken in my pressence one more time."
Harsh, the tone of Lumania was neither of Nefarious nor Deus... a complete join venture, a dual sided notion, an echo spurting from each tone resembling the fact that they had both felt the same sentament as the other about the clan. left foot coming out as his eyes now moved to Herra, would he give her the same treatment as Aleph received? nah, she did nothing wrong, except for being of Eden, a world torn and corrupt. "I see, so the very person that I once protected, called a friend... Brought you to our home? such amusment had to of taken place at your expressions, Unless little Joshy had changed that much as to not find amusment in taking people from their home, into his." slow steps occured to bring his body closer to Herra, he wanted a real look at her this time, a real look into what she really is. his feet carried him within steps of her now, eyes burrowing into her own as he began to test just what she was, who she was and if her story was completely true.
Hmm, this was interesting... it seems that she did know Joshy, but why would he make someone so weak as her a ruler? this was all too confusing, Joshy's actions were always strange, er. no, wait... what the hell? did she just? a shadowleaper? no way, He hasent seen one of those beings since the last time he...uh, well... Looked at himself. head tilting a little to the left as he took a small step to her, even closer now... a kiss? was he really going to do it? was he going to preform such an act unheard of by him?
taking a small breath as his eyes continued to look into hers for a little before randomly... Flailing his arms outright following by those expensive words of fright... Lum would never kiss such a creature, there was no reason to do such a little act... though, what he did do, the noise that was echoed outward in hopes to scare her for a moment, those three little letters a ghost says while trying to freak someone out...the infamous... Boo!... Falling backwards for a moment, landing onto his ass as his eyes looked upward to the sky... right hand coming up quickly to hold onto his chest as his lips parted once more... "YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE NEFARIOUS... I TOLD YOU NEVER TO DO THAT AGAIN!!!!" no, wait... in hopes of scaring Herra, did Nefarious just scare Deus?? such an odd pair.
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[Sorry Aleph; I do hate to go out of turn; but I also hate to hold up a rp.]
Barely listening to the words this Deus spits out to Aleph the eyes of Herra wander about the graveyard. Skimming over the various tombstones; sizing up possible escape routes should she need to. Not able to orb from here since this would be the first origin she has picked up signature; he the first creature. Still every plane of existence holds a sort of elemental force to it. Herra posses her own ways of escaping without having to provoke the darker side; her defensive side. The gem like eyes sway to and fro till vocally addressed by the one with multiple personalities? One can only wonder of this creature known as Deus.
âJoshua and I became friends. Just before the wars were about he brought me to the protection of Starthra. With the abilities I held by way of speaking to others he incorporated me in the citizenship of the lands. My title back then Diplomat. This before I took a long nap; so to say.â Shrugging he will not get an attitude from her.
Still her eyes may have been looking towards him, nay instead glancing behind him. Good to know the surrounding sights while in a graveyard. Taking in a slow even breath as this male steps rather uncomfortably close to her. A slender onyx brow lifts in question to this closeness though not one word leaves her lips. Should he think he was being cute or on the other side of the coin; scaring her then he is sadly mistaken. A dramatic blink of her eyes showing the lack of fear she possesses. What is it he thinks he is going to do? Should he think his lips would touch her he will be shown how strong she truly is; whether it be a good idea to show her powers or not. To her pleasant surprise his instead uttered âBooâ is released.
âAnd that was to scare me?â Her brow drops; her body slides down the side of the engraved stone.
Her left foot finding the ground first the right swings away from him to place upon the ground in a parted stance. Silently grateful he did not try to kiss her. That would have resulted in a slap to the face; after that who knows what? Shaking her head she turns from him to face to the west. With a deep inhale through her nostrils, these flair slightly. The talk of Starthra she decides will need to cease. Many years it has lain in despair till Herra arrived upon the plane known as Sharvani. Having turned the land mass into a thriving civilization as it once was in her times she will not let her efforts be picked apart by this one. A few steps she takes from Deus in the westerly direction. What would he do, try to stop her? Does he have the balls?
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[align=justify:cf457fe62e]Skipping⦠yes skipping through wreathes of ghostly vapor only to arrive in the midst of a decrepit cemetery? Dark eyes blinking in unison to the startled surprise on how she had actually arrived here⦠wherever here was.A graveyard, leaving her resting place behind. Hands ceasing to twirl and furl within the lacey tufts of her dress, black velvet corset laced and traced to her lair in criss-cross fashion. Black curls bobbing with the vivaciousness of her bright and lively characteristics though it wouldnât be hard to see that this little Madame was incurable insane. The blood stains splattered like dainty rose petals along the front and hem of her skirt, trickles of crimson ribbon delicately staining the canvas of her masquerade while a childlike giggle escaped twixt lips. To anyone she would look harmless enough, innocent and unable to take care of herself, but little did they know that she was a hunter, crazed with the insatiable lust for blood and murder. Back at the asylum, wrapped in white and constrictive coat to chain between the legs, weighted down by the crushing pain inflicted against her skull when they had attempted to âopenâ her mind.
Little did they know her mind had been opened enough and the breakdown of faculties was not due to madness but possession. Adept in demonomancy and the occult, having killed her first babe at the age of six just to appease the voices in her mind, now those voices were the captains to her very own soul behind childlike eyes. Underneath the ruffles of petticoat, the tip of dagger pressed enticingly within garter belt and of course she was dressed like some Victorian aged prostitute looking for someone to blow; a killer was never fussy about who they killed, not a true psychopath⦠a disease on the face of the earth. But she wasnât in her world any more, not the mortal banquet searching for the scraps from her masters table. Somehow the ritual she had done whilst not so safe in the conjurerâs circle, being pulled in and torn from that existence into this new and invigorating place. She couldnât even remember was demon she had called upon but he did give her a nasty little surprise before bashing her brains in against the warm heath. Cherry blossom deflowered and throat delicately sliced, that was the price of her bargain⦠a game of Russian Roulette and she had been the dupe to pull the musket despite her own face.
Giggling insanely, head tilting as she heard niggling voices through the thick fog, were they real or was she just hearing things again? Could you even hear things when you were a bleeding marionette dominated by some deviant puppeteer who liked to play with his dolls in very disturbing ways? Perhaps it was the necromancer who had visited her grave and wanted some of that diseased loving to perfume his senses that woke this creature from her purgatoric slumber? She had no answers so perhaps these strangers who liked talking when people were trying to sleep had some resolve on the subject. Merely but a ghost, she couldnât die, she was too bad for heaven and not bad enough for hell to want her, besides this demon was having too much fun squatting down in her rotting shell listening to nursery rhymes while she stabbed her victims eyes out with blunt objects or broken bottles, twisting the shards to separate the two from distinction, amputating the soul from its earthbound prison. Why, she was doing the fuckers a goodly service. Sweet like cherry pie.
Blending in and out with the shadows and fog, still skipping with ethereal silence, a ghost of a girl looking for mischief; approaching the figures unseen, merging invisible with the elements only to suddenly appear in front of the female âBOO!!! then laughing like an insane doll before placing her index finger into her mouth and twisting right heel to scuffle shoes into the dirt in the same fashion of some shy child though her feet didnât touch the ground and her body hovered like a feather upon the breeze. Hands clapping vigorously together before the same finger would usher against phantom-red lips to silence not only herself but also their talkings âSsssshhhhh people are tryinâ to sleep!â then looking upon those she appeared to be speaking to only to skitter behind the womanâs back and peeking over her shoulder âI think they are after your biscuits⦠do you have any biscuits or even crackers with caviar? If you give them food⦠they may flitter away like weeeeeeee little birdies!â The same lunatic laugh escaping though this time somewhat louder, more sinister and stoic. [/align:cf457fe62e]
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[I am sorry I have yet to post. Sort of waiting on Nef. Normally I hold a three day rule but since this is not my thread I don't want to skip over him... Just kick him in the ass to get him posting. =/ Yeah so um I am waiting on him... <.< -Celeste-]
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Oi, -waves to Herra- hola? I told you that I was going to be gone for 5 days, i just got back an hour or so ago, been unpacking, You can expect a post from me a little later... and its good to see that we have a new player, I really dind't think to even have Anyone but myself here, this makes me happy. Anywayyyyyys lol... You'll get a psot tonight.
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Theme - Disturbed & Korn - Forsaken.
the death upon tattered lips as his feet carried him to the left, he cared not for this existance, Nefarious had far better thing sto do than to amuse Deus this time, his own existance was calling, These two? nothing but puppets to a lower cause.. tilting his head to the left a little as the pivot came from the right heel causing his body to turn away. eyes shifting back and forth before slowly encasing themselves within the metallic coloration, head tilting to the left as his arms spread outward a little, body physically yet metally lifting from the ground, the unknown power that he held would be seen as levitation or flight but to him, it was the destructive power of his mind.
outstretched hands began to take another shape, coloration within the skin began to grow into layers...upon layers of the same metallic visage that his eyes took, Deus was exhausted of mammals, he tired of the games he created for himself, the self proclaimed ruler of Starthra bored him, a hireling by Joshua? that little knight couldn't defend a thing let along be responcible for letting someone such as this kid before him rule His realm. his entire form began to extend, boldge outward as the horn above his eyees began to grow in a blade like shape, the tail extending outward as its -ornaments- began to pierce through his flesh to hand, the Beast had come, the God himself had come to play with the beings of this land, his little sandbox.
"Pathetic insects, Why do you bother to amuse yourself with them Deus? why lower your stature to the level of such things? you know that you're better than that, I've let you play with my power long enough, with your pet rabbit... cna't you think up another toy next time? I need a different style of amusement." the full extent of the Gharlintraf was taken, every inch of Nefarious had come out... wings extended outward as they began to swing back and forth picking the God into the sky, with the speed of The General coursing through him, he would reach his new destination very soon, he had new talent to bring to the table, if she refused, then she would be a waste... a waste of space in his existance.
That blood framed little girl did not go un-noticed but like everything else in such a fashion, she was dismission as one of Deus' toys created by Nefarious' power, he would show no attention to such a thing nor cared to look at such a filthy dressed being. eyes looking outward as his eyes squinted, he had not been used to the air beating against upils in such a long time... his frame of duration had been limited due to letting Deus have his own little fun. lips parting once more as he kept on his course. "I know that You are my host, that I was placed inside fo you, even if you did want this power, want my power... i still feel like I am your own little mercenary, there to back to up when you're in trouble... So Hollow... I am getting us some excesize so when this thing starts... just sit back and watch your Merc play." Deus had been silent, he never interupted Nefarious when he spoke... sure he was sarcastic with him, played with him a little but gave the beast the respect he deserved, "Alright Brother, I understand but You are not my Mercenary, You are my friend, my Brother... think of yourself as such, you are not one of my pets... we are as equals."
Ok, I know it's been a while, I have been swamped with work, i've only been able to check this place with my phone until now, that and slicing up my hand with a butcher knife doesn't feel too great while typing, it still hurts a bit but this is Lumania, I adore this guy, I can not let him just sit and abandon this even if my hand hurts. As explained to herra, this plot was never to last... it was a way to get Lumania into a place, since there are Three characters in this plot besides Lumania, it can continue at your own desires but unless any of you follow him, he will not appear in a plot with you three again... Sorry if that sounds crude, or makes me an asshole. It's how I am i guess. =D
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[ Hmm well just to let you know I am now in Florida and will have a post soon; possibly tonight. As for being rude... Yes that is a touch rude but if you think your character is just gonna insult and walk off then you will truly have an interesting rp on your hands. Any ways since this computer I am on does not have Microsoft Word or the likes my posts will not be as perfect as I would like. ]
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[align=justify:129cb0704e]A snide giggle trespassed from the back of parched breathless throat, barely tangible to behold as anything but a child but his rudeness and sense of self was far surpassed that of a buffoon in monkeyâs clothing- arrogance from both had been astounding, then again perhaps neither had the intelligence to scathe just what exactly she was and what she was capable of. It was lucky for them that Absinthe was playful, a demon trapped in the body of a child who only craved the recognition that a child craved; as depraved and twisted as it may be. Sorrowful tidings, a scornful whimper etching from the clenched teeth of the insane while they rattled their own self-importanceâs as if they truly mattered or would impress the other, when it was all insignificant to time and those far greater who had already passed beyond the veils of darkness; whose names were etched on the black citadel walls of hell or the gilded pylons of the Eternal Flame- none of these would ever find their names amongst the fallen and blessed.
With a lack of interest, Absinthe withdrew her presence to find something to hold her attention long enough and inspire her delight or deathly vengeance; she had no time for the rude and undeserving⦠âFools that are nothing but wilting wild flowers, cherish your colors while you have them for already you wane, boring and lackadaisical. Have your rants of non-importance⦠braggarts dressed like beggars in the woods. Sssssh now⦠I fear the village already has its crowned idiots!â Again giggling to herself, moving away from the presences standing around a forgotten cemetery that nothing and no one cared about âSssshhh you bore the dead! No wonder why they still sleeeeepâ¦. Hush-a-bye babyâ¦. Ssssshâ With those last words she simply faded, obscure to their perceptions and abilities to detect whether she was still there or not, it was highly obvious neither cared which was all well and good, another moment in the company of those two and even the sane would contemplate suicide. Gone⦠done⦠forgotten. [/align:129cb0704e]
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As Blood Runs Black - Legends Never Die
His silent steps took him away from the wrecked havoc that once stood as BloodTide Manor, eyes scanning the area for a bit as the Monster soon began to ascend into the air... feet slowly dragging against the rubble for a moment as his body picked up. "Soon, you once showed your face in my presence dear soul, you shall do the same once more, even if I have to cross to your plane of existence just to find you."
Slow words slipped passed his lips before jetting off, his destination was of the same intent, he was on a mission to find a toy.. But unlike the rabbit, this new toy would be a lot harder to capture... to claim as his own amusement... the simple ghost was not so simple to him, she was far more important than he was ever able to express through sheer words or actions... this being was that of marvelous intent. Crossing over the reef slowly for the fear of falling into such Abyss Deus always worried about the Abyss just coming back to take him home. He wanted to accept its invitation ever so eagerly but the things that remained within this world would never let him hear the end of it if he did infact leave. Besides, She was still out there... the Destroyer of his Creator.
Arriving at the old gravesite that he once saw her at, left hand reaching back into the pouch snugly tucked away so the little treasure could not escape his grasp until she took it. Hand extending outward as his body lowered, feet barely touching the ground... eyes peering around, in front, to the left, right, even into the darkness ahead... tainted lips parting slowly before he released a rather loud set of words. "Here is your Damned biscuit! I know that I have been gone for far too long... but here is an offering for your company." His body slowly moved to the molded stump, eyes glancing around for a moment longer before placing the biscuit on the bared surface. Moving back about fifteen feet before bringing his arms behind his back, hands grabbing at the opposite wrists as he waited to see if she was around still.
A short post, but so? its my first actual post in over a year. It could pick back up.
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[align=justify:29e823b624]"Here is your Damned biscuit! I know that I have been gone for far too long... but here is an offering for your company."
A biscuit! Was that all it possibly would take to stir the wee ghostie from her place of eternal unrest. He and his little comrade had been ever so rude before, arguing and disturbing the dead from their torments. Then rude to not even speak when spoken to. Better judgment would have her as a snob to the living. Better sense in letting the living... live, even if most of them seemed too fascinated with death. It wasn't all really that damn great, not so good when you're on the other side of the fence and no fool will listen to you. They scream, run into walls from fright or turn that awful shade of white and die from a heart attack. That had happened to Absinthe on more than one occasion, but now he offers her a biscuit?
In life Absinthe had been a young naive lass desperate for food, left out to the winter to catch her death of a cold but coming across a creature that seemed to be an angel but turned out to be the devil. She had never known pain like that before, being tortured for every drop of blood and soul left in her little body. Absinthe had never thought it was possible to even scream as loud as she did that fateful night. All this old geezer named Faust wanted to do was kill her and then try to bring her back to life or something perverse like that just to see what it was like on the other side? Needless to say he screwed up the ritual enough that she wasn't forced back into her body but detached, not able to pass over and not able to return. A lovely little mess.
Here she had been buried, placed beneath an unmarked grave, no flowers or sweet words of passing, to make her feel as if she had lived. And now this person places a biscuit upon her grave. Had it not been for that fact, she would never have risen from the cold comfort of grave where she tended to hide during the hours of light. The atmosphere about the male would become frozen, the change of ectoplasmic influence and the nature of her sprit, angry and mournful. Billows of white rising from the stone like steam rising from a saturated surface. Eventually forming the shape of a girl approximately the age of fifteen. Facial features only barely enough to be distinguished, eyes dropping down to look at the biscuit while pallid lips formed a frown. "Mister, what do yer expect me to do with that? Ain't like I can eat it... I'm dead, remember?"
Small draped body stooping down while a small hand went to grasp the biscuit only to pass completely through it. Again and again she tried only to have the same effect reoccur "That is some nastiness you have yer mister, to torment a wee ghostie with the prospect of biscuit only to have me sodden hand miss every time." Shaking a finger at him, figures becoming more visible from the amorous fog that had gripped her presence, figure and body now more accentuated as manifestation became stronger, though it was no easy task. "Sssssh, some of them bout here are not as friendly, may rip their heads off and throw em at yer. They seem to lose their heads over every lil bit of fuss. So, what is it yer be wanting? I ainât got forever got geezers and kids I shouldâbe creepin out" [/align:29e823b624]
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The slightest of smiles grew over his lips in preparation for his next string of words, he just had to get this little ghostie out of her hiding spot... "Nefarious, I want her to come out so badly, all I want to do is play with her little ghostie trails." spoken clearly enough to the wild but only to the one within his own mind. Eyes glancing to the left a little as his skin slowly began to turn a midnight blue-ish color... the smell of death was all around him now, picking at every fiber of his being.
She had finally showed up, the little blue girl that once mocked him; the smile had grown even more as she spoke to him ever so sadly? .... no, she looked frustrated this time. "Who said anything about you eating it? What if it was all a decoy to lure you out into the open to perform the most sadistic ritual on your Unliving ass? What If... itâs to rip the very fabric of your existence from that host you carry around so poorly?... Did you ever think of that little Ghostie?" Keeping a straight face as long as he could while spitting the words out at her but to no prevail... he failed.
The taunting laughter came from between his lips as his hands quickly moved to his stomach as his nails tilted inward to clench at the skin. Soon after the clenching happened, he fell on his ass from such a strange sight... was she really trying to eat the damned food? Was the temptation that high in her mind that she thought she could actually touch something that was on a different plane of existence than herself?
"Little Ghostie... Are you so hungry that you pry at mortal waste? Does your hunger peel away at the inner lining of your stomach? Would you really like something to consume?... Just name your fancy and it shall be yours."
Such honesty? Would he really give her anything she desired? To prescribe such an antidote to a temporal would cause certain chaos among those that followed Deus... but hey, what would he care? It wasn't his choice to make them hate specters and the like... it was their own doing... clowns.
Eyes peek up at her for a moment at the mention of other little ghosties that might come out and play if he stayed long enough... such a thought would never get him to leave a place like this if more came out to feed his hunger of ghostie souls.
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[align=justify:b4c7aa7e55]Ethereal shoulders shifted upwards while the mocking of a cruel smile reflected upon dainty dark purplish black lips. "You prattle on a lot for a meat sack you know?!?" the whites of her eyes rolling back into what would have been a skull if it were solid. "It would have been nice to chew on a biscuit, anything to amuse me while you and whoever the tart was in the god awful clothing, bad hair and over stench of perfume. A biscuit, all but a small offering to appease the spirits you and that wretch disturbed, bantering like old chickens over eggs long gone bad. Didn't your mommy ever teach you manners?"
A playful giggle rose over the cruel smile, words of the living didn't plague her; it was all too tedious, too drab and traditional. Absinthe may be a wee lil ghostie but she sure as hell didn't take harmless thunderbolts from old grumps like this one to wound her wee lil ghostie heart. "I already don't exist. I am not attached to the host I once carried so poorly. Who said this grave is even mine, or the name etched on the stone... as mine. I said I sleep here, by no means did I say, this was my memory." Another small childlike giggle emerged "We stay by the ones we loved the most, well... some of us." Feigning a yawn, ectoplasmic shades were dilating in the mitigated twilight hues, grayish and white shrouds fluctuating on the breeze while the trees bid softly to the oncoming evening caress.
"As for sadistic rituals? I have seen the worst and dealt with the best. Here I still am. Torment is just another emotion, void to those already dead because death in itself is the most bitter of torments to endure. Limbo is such a lovely place. to wander" The biscuit had been a mere amusement, why not try to touch what really in her world wasn't there, then again nor was she and Absinthe could ignore him just as effortlessly as she could a butterfly. "Remember ole grumble-bum. You called me out, you sought my useless presence... not the other way around." Head tilting to examine who it was that was ever so polite in manner of speaking, and she had crossed paths with many like him in the living flesh and in the veils of death- a dime and a dozen, all boasting brave words yet where were they now?
In some shallow grave somewhere or left high and dry by some cruel twisted lover. Everyone meets their demise eventually, just in whose hands and how was all that was uncertain. Only the fates knew which golden thread would be severed by the scissors of life; only their amusements would be satisfied. At the end of time, none of this mattered, not her and not the one so bold in his esteem. "There is nothing that could sate my hunger. It was fancy of a thought to be as of a child once more. Sweets are every childâs downfall, easily lured- it was a gift of my art. Shame they even hang, children." Had that been a falsehood? Absinthe had learned in her experience as a lil ghostie to speak half untruths and never speak a name... if had been how she escaped the artful one. Faust.[/align:b4c7aa7e55]
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"Little Ghostie, Do you honestly think that I would have come here and offered delights if I could not infact, offer them?" his hand slowly moved from his chest and as quick as it had done that, it was against the ground to push his body upward, onto his own feet now... he began to walk back towards the biscuit with his left hand held out for it, all fingers curled up within his fist except the index finger which would soon begin its descent into the plane of Green Decadence... his finger was within a hairs width away before curling his finger up and extending it with some force... passing right through the small treat.
His eyes never left the biscuit until the little thing began to sink through the marker... it took had became of the Green Decadence world... taking the form of exactly what she was... what he had the power to command, to control with the very essence of The Forbidden, it was maybe the only good thing the old bastard ever gave to Deus. His hand slowly came back to him but all the while remained in the state of The Rotted One.
"Of course I -prattle- a lot ghost, One must do so in order to keep the attention of another... or just show them the fact that they can once more walk this plane of existence... but, a ghostie with better things to do than separate yourself from that plane of existence wont have any need of my -tricks- now will you?" For her to take a slight taste of this plane for even a second was to grab onto the TRO's hand... if done fast enough, her body Might just have a chance to taste the mortal realm for a second before he walked away from the brat.
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[align=justify:3f2baa7b30]Did she want to taste of the mortal flesh again. What with its plagues, disease, sorrows, and what meager treats it had to offer... like biscuits. A simple treat, one that didn't acquire riches of gold and wealth. A trinket of life, what of it she cared to remember. Never stated the fact, heaven forbid I would speak out against one so full of gifts as yourself." Of course she was being sarcastic, in the same breath that she didn't trust every time he spoke. She had met the best, what magic did this one offer that she had not seen already? From demonologists to necromancers, all prattling their rituals, offering little but asking for the world to be placed in their scrubby dishonest hands.
If only they all knew the secrets this ghostie held in her cold, clammy dead little hands. Much the same with all spirits, they have their mits high in secrets, comes with having access to the akashic records. But she knew he probably already knew this. Cunning one wasn't he. Shame this Casper was right on his ass and not as slow as the woman he previously addressed. "I tend to yawn at prattle, Fleshy One!" a small ghostie hand rising to pat a yawn in pretense. Did he bore her with his rants? Not at all, it was the best bit of gossip she had all this passing century. She wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or hand.
Furrowing a brow, placing one hand on her hip while the other twirled about in a wreath of ghost-like hair "Um in case you have forgotten, I am dead. Not floating about her playing invisi like a retard, you know. Besides, what have you to offer me in the living that would make me wet myself from excitement, hey?" It was a question she was totally curious to have a reply. Just a little something to make his offer all that bit more sweeter... far sweeter than the biscuit anyway. âBesides⦠I always did fancy Turkish Delight over crummy ole ass biscuits!â [/align:3f2baa7b30]
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The smile got a little bigger as he took a small breath, the Ghostie was full of words⦠full of things that would ordinarily make him spit at the very sarcasm that she brought to the table, but within this very instance, he knew that he would have to offer the full extent of his invitation to this one⦠unlike the others that have taken the grasp of TROâs hand, she was a lot smarter than the pathetic insects that plagued this land⦠perhaps she would be the first to deserve the gift of phasing.
âMake you wet yourself? You intend to pull the maximum prize out of this little encounter, donât you? Then so be it.â[i/] eyes tracing over the girl as his arm slowly began to cross over, TROâs form expressing itself even more, his entire body now crossing over into her plane of existence, he was as hollow as her own body. A living Specter, Better known as -The Hollow-. His eyes shifted from the Crimson tainted color to a blue fade, the power of Nefarious apparent without the form⦠It was all but a simple task to claim the power of the other side⦠but to use it correctly to real knowledge.
âYou want to know what I have to offer? Something no other creature nor being can give to you⦠the gift of Zero Fusion. The power to haunt the living as the little Ghostie that you are while being able to claim the living world as well⦠to be of Both sides⦠of Ectoplasm and Flesh.â
His body reeking of Death, Sulfur, Ash, and most of all⦠Blood. An offering like this, to change the life of this little haunting spirit into something much, much more dangerous⦠to give her the power of Life⦠of Death, to control both aspects of her life⦠to never float around as a useless spirit anymore.
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[align=justify:b8140bdd25]"Santa Claus... is it really you?? Break out the frikken egg nog and chrissy cake, let's get funky to Jingle Bells!!" Wide eyes glanced at him with a cynical quirky comical expression. Even upon a ghost face that was transparent, barely even visible to the untrained naked eye. He had the gift, or just a demented individual touched with gifts beyond her wildest dreams. His words were entrancing though, promising her the bee-all of promises and wishes, like her fairy Godmother but she knew no prize came with no price. Right now she felt like a child with her hand stuck in the cookie jar. Doomed if she doesn't and doomed if she does. "Is that so, all promising Fleshy One? And what is the price of this once in a death time offer?"
Dainty hands fumbled through ephemeral pockets, pulling them out so they hung at her sides like white elephant ears. They reminded her of a trick this dirty old man tried playing with her once. it made her shudder with the memory of it. "If it involves kinky things with cookies and cakes mister... you can count me out!! I like my white bits where they are, thanks." shaking a transparent finger at him while he seemed to shift solidarity from material to immaterial. A plane shifter? A death shifter? Or just one crafty son-of-a-bitch who knew his shit? Whatever it was, Absinthe could not help but watch in awe, stricken by the reality of it. Rubbing her eyes with her hands only to have them vanish into empty sockets with a wisp of fog-like vapor. Now wasn't the time to fall to pieces.
"What the f--- is vapor fusion??" What was this insane talk? Was the creature mad? Everything was mad here, driven crazy by the atmosphere and weird crap that happened about here from time to time. Shit that made your hair turn pure white or fall out. Even the skeletons fell to bits, the dead stayed silent. To haunt the living was the icing on the biscuit, every ghost wanted to plague the living like the living plagued them. Creep, freak and scare them until they were a quivering mess being dragged to the nuthouse. Tongue flicking over blackened lips, anticipating but not sure if she should jump or wait to see how hot the water truly was. She didn't feel like a scorched ghostie bum to go with her stale crackers.
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âIn it for me? So you caught on to the fact that there is Always a price and profit to be made.â[/b] Of course there was a price, but the price that he wanted would never be what she could expect in a thousand lifetimes over.
Taking a step closer to her once more as his eyes faded over to a brighter blue⦠The Hollow had breached the surface of existence, clawing his way to the top but in Deus form⦠He never needed to revolt into the Gharlintrafâs form but with the ability, he thought it fun to scare the little kids when shifting into a Seventeen foot Monster. The price that he had in mind was horrible, it would devastate all but to the Ghostie, and to the Monster⦠it would be delightful.
âMy Price⦠Itâs simple Ghostie⦠Scare⦠Destroy Minds. Do everything that you do as a Ghostie⦠Do not change your ways. With you doing that, it will send their spirits to me.â For this little bit of phrase, his voice had become much deeper⦠more content in his point⦠the jokes that had been thrown to her were gone, the time to be serious was now, for this was no longer a time of Games⦠but a time for the Nightmare King to recruit another Ghostie.
âSo what do you say to this offer; Ghostie? Will you take my hand and embrace a world where YOU get to cause the screams⦠or play it to the other side and do some justice with the new power. Its all up to you.â His hand extended outward as it slowly began to shift back from the ethereal plane to the material. All she had to do was take his hand to accept her new Destiny.
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[align=justify:3a8008b551]Clever was this master of nightmares and no doubt one of the nastiest little beasties she had ever come into cahoots with. A memorable fact to recall. None had entered this area so bold and brash with promises and dreams of another existence. To Absinthe she wasn't plain scary anymore, she had received more screams when alive, a slasher by trade and sorts. Some she enjoyed slicing fast, and others slashing slow. All a ghostie could do was wail, rattle chains (make noise), knock over things, blow out candles, make a bit of wind that most creatures put down to bad gas, shatter windows and all the usual hoo-hah that didn't frighten things these days.
Even the monster under the bed no longer creeped out the little creeps, a shadow in the closet while the door creaked. It was all mumbo-jumbo, lost sentiment. That or people had forgotten what fear was all about. Then again it wasn't like she was dealing with puny humans. Absinthe gave a soft sigh, a sound whimpered in the muted timbre of solemn lament. Not for any particular reason but she knew from experience that bonds and oaths always led to some pointy reckoning that she was always at the receiving end of. Never enjoying it either. Faust himself wanted her as a lover, begged, promised and coerced with sweet whispered words. And for what? An early grave that wasn't even her grave, bound to a body that wasn't even hers.
His hand extended out towards her and at first she could not help but draw back. Only briefly before taking caution to the wind and finally grabbing his hand in hers. The touch of anotherâs energy brought tingles to her spine. It had been so long since she had touched another or been touched. It was quite welcoming though also a little queer being that when alive she had never been a touchy-feely type of child. Comfort or closeness made her flesh crawl. One had to take risks before destiny opened its doors to heaven or hell. Wherever this would take her, she would embrace it and learn to endure it, flesh or no flesh.
"I will bring their spirits to you. I have no need of such things because fear is the essence of my presence, has always been. A biscuit would have done just fine, but this treat is far better than a trick. Far better than being wind with no soul to bring tempest and torment. Her digits tightened around the grip of hand, she wasn't afraid nor showed signs of being afraid, she knew naught of the word. Maybe this penance was her fault, but this wasn't about trust now was it. It was about survival... even for a wee lil ghost such as Absinthe DâMort. Children always made the worst spirits to contend with and this offer was like giving candy and blade to the most temperamental lunatics of all adolescent killers... the loving hand of a âgiftedâ nymph.[/align:3a8008b551]