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midnite127
Megami
 Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
(ooc: hmm...granted. Lol, I'm patient, don't mind waiting another night or two...impress me with your brilliance...)
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"Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, defragmenting the attic-- Fate, or something better; I could care less, just stay with me awhile."
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midnite127
Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
(OOC: It’s been awhile…and I’m really really really really sorry but I’m not as patient as I thought and I gotta make a real quick post. And if this rpg does go down the road so many have gone…I at least want to get something done with my character I’ve been meaning to do since…
…well, sorta since the beginning of this RPG. Wouldn’t have been right to do it in the beginning though…vaguely wonder if I should apologize in advance…but I’m rambling now. Anywho, here’s something a little short until more time becomes available…)
“You have not yet answered my question…” murmured Yuri, hazel eyes out to the east, faint hints of orange staining thick white clouds, thin flurries decorating the air outside the window. Receiving a quiet ‘hmm’ in response, she reluctantly switched her focus back to Orion, he tending to her slowly healing arm. She elaborated, “Where exactly are we?”
Pausing in the act of wrapping up her arm, he blinked plainly, blue eyes staring distantly in thought. Letting his gaze wander to Yuri, he smirked, using up the last of the bandages on her. “My quiet place…” Saying no more, he neatly finished up on the vampiress, leaning back to admire his handiwork.
Stifling back a fatigued yawn, Yuri leaned back, fever fading away with the rise of the sun. Exhaling, chest still pained some from the effort, she mumbled a thanks. She wouldn’t bother to question him about their locale. At the moment, it was the last thing on her mind.
Even though it seemed as if Orion had forgotten the earlier events, her words to him still haunted her mind. Frowning, she began to blush, exhaling heavily at her action. I was not myself…and yet… Her frown deepened, eyes closed pensively. And yet…it was everything I’d never say. Shaking her head in dismay, she gulped, crossing her legs. It makes no sense…unless…
“Yuri…?” Orion snapped his fingers in front of her face, grabbing her attention away from a sudden thought. It faded immediately, Orion motioning to a room a little far back. “I’m going to go shower…to keep busy, if you know how to operate it,” He threw a remote into her lap, with a grunt, getting to his feet. “You can watch TV.”
Strolling away, he left Yuri on her own. She sighed upon his exit, fingering the bulky black remote oddly. Forcing something resembling a smile along her face, going on her vessel’s memory, she clicked the power button, the quaint TV across from her coming to life. Too tired to even be astonished, she flipped through the channels. Despite herself, she grew amused by the peculiarity of the box.
Leaving the rich rug she’d made herself comfy against, she crawled over to the device, fingers brushing over the glass screen. She bit her tongue at a small wave of static, reflexively yanking her hand back. Fiddling with the volume, she flipped through the channels manually, the news catching her attention.
An apparent search was underway for a missing teenager by the name of Laura…she didn’t catch the last name. Catching an image of the youth, her brow shot up in worry. “Khimaria…or something like here…” She sighed deeply, knowing she’d need to find a way to get in contact with her soon.
Wincing over reports of extensive damage done beneath the Marriot Hotel to their mall, she formed a small groan, rolling her eyes miserably at the breaking news of the blazing inferno devouring Dante’s apartment complex. “Gods…my apologies,” Shrugging, she knew it to be the only thing she could offer at the moment.
The news soon faded away into a community calendar, events happening within the week. Her eyes skimmed over the bold white font coming into view, reading each occasion rapidly. “Free entry into museum…one day only…ice skating…yaddi yadda…masquerade party on Christmas eve,” Her brow arched at the last words. “Adults only…etc etc…skim skim…bored out my sku-”
“Yuri…”
Jumping at the breath to her neck, she found she couldn’t get far, two strong hands on her shoulders keeping her on her knees. Heart skipping a beat, the whisper, the voice, Orion pulled her closer, breathing into her ear. “…I have something I must say…” She shook in his hold, nervousness increasing with each passing second. His hold loosened, tone devious. “One up.”
It was just then Yuri recalled her challenge to him. She hadn’t been serious; the last thing she wanted was to be caught off-guard. Scowling as he laughed over his minor scare, she threw back her right hand, punching him in the shoulder. “God damnit…!!” She balled up a fist, groaning her frustration, a string of profanities erupting through her head.
Choosing wisely to back up from the assassin, he apparently didn’t move fast enough. Snatching his ankle mid escape, she tripped him to the ground. Pouncing onto his back, she pulled at his ear, a demonic grin visible on her face. “Trust and believe, I will get you back so bad you will have to count it as two…but not tonight.”
Face in the ground, Orion turned his cheek to the floor, one curious cerulean eye revealed. “Really…can’t come up with anything?”
“How to put this…?” Releasing his ear, Yuri began on a count. “Let us see…I was witness to a rape scene, had a battle with you in dominatrix-esque attire, almost got laid, barely escaped an inferno, nearly killed by some demonic entity, found out you…” Trailing off, she coughed awkwardly, fixing her statement.
“Found out information I probably should not have, jacked a car, cut a deal with…not important, dragged us to a hotel, tripped…oh, you know damn well I did not trip…got into a battle with a ‘crazy demonic redheaded b*tch’ as my vessel puts it, realized my arch nemesis has come back sooner than expected, am no longer able to properly heal, oh and lucky thirteen. I almost screwed you, again. Gods, after all THAT…I need my rest. Tomorrow, I feed…then retribution.” She got off of him, holding out a helping hand.
Getting to his feet, he gave a half smile, glance down the hall. “I told that human I keep around I would not feed on him. I never said anything about you…”
“How deliciously evil of you…how you have changed…” She stroked her chin thoughtfully, a pout coming into view. “But I will respectfully decline. I do so wish to hunt for my food. That should be easy, no?” Pinching his cheek lightly, she found a space in the room, making herself comfortable. “Till the morrow…”
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"Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, defragmenting the attic-- Fate, or something better; I could care less, just stay with me awhile."
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Bildo
RPD Fox Team Medic
 Gender: Male
Location: Wantage, England, UK, Europe, |
((Hi guys soz i aint been on. My character aint got nothing to do.))
Billy sat on the rooftop watching the odd human or two walk underneath.
He was so hungry but restrained himself.
((Sorry couldnt think nothing to work off lol.))
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Resident Evil: The time is now
S.T.A.R.S Fox team medic.
Seperated from team.
Bildo Paul Ritson.
Billy 
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Resident Evil 4eva. x
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Jun 28th, 2005 10:14 AM |
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midnite127
Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
((ooc: Sure it'll come to ya eventually, Bildo! Or nots...who really knows anymore? But ons another note, here's what I like to call Part 1 of 2...))
The moon could finally be seen, a brief break in the clouds giving way to an unusually navy sky, glinting white dots in the distance. The occasionally flurry fluttered down into the city, the beginning of one last storm hovering over the area. The city, currently in the eye of the winter bringing tempest, paid no heed to any light drops of snow, too busy in festivities over the pointless holiday.
Taking a long drag of the Winston cigarette, her insides immediately heated up, the faintest trace of blood on her tongue. Exhaling through her nose, Yuri tossed her hair about, thin jacket improper for the below freezing temperature. Nonetheless, she showed no sign of cold, leaning against the wall opposite a gargantuan marble building, yellows lights bursting through each shatter proof window.
Music and laughter seeped through the walls, the party going on reaching its end no time soon. Every so often, a drunken, flamboyantly dressed woman strutted out, male escort in tow. Those that exited alone held a tired expression, a responsibility bestowed upon them before the morning came. The few unlucky enough to exit drunk and alone, had the ill-fated fortune of becoming Yuri’s meal.
Shining a tooth, she sighed. “Only two so far. One more should do…” Yuri put the cigarette to the corner of her mouth, applying a fresh layer of lip-gloss. For some incomprehensible reason, she was verging on insatiable, nothing, no one able to satisfy her bloodlust.
Chalking it up to exhaustion from the past days events and her still healing arm, she raised a curious brow at a lone gentleman stumbling from the masquerade party. La la...dessert.
He was extremely well-kept, suit in an impeccable order, raven hair slicked back into a short pony. A little on the muscular side, not too the extreme, he was a little taller than six feet, complexion somewhat tanned. Looking to be in his mid twenties, he staggered into the middle of the parking lot, stopping in the middle of the carpark, bemused.
Licking her lips, Yuri dropped the cigarette, calling out to the man. “Hey stranger…a little lost?”
Hearing her voice, he pivoted in his step, black eye mask in place. He started towards her, tripping in place, recovering awkwardly. He stroked his chin, speech slurred. “If I said no I’d be lying,” He looked her up and down, head going from side to side. “You look a little cold.”
Grinding a heel into the cigarette, she made a shiver, smiling seductively. “Then warm me up, stranger,” Yuri almost started to laugh. She could never get over playing a role, there was a crazy thrilling aspect to it all.
Leaning on the parking meter for support, he tilted his head, pouting. “You weren’t partying at the party? Lack of mask ruins the mystery.”
She grew a cool demeanor. “Don’t like what you see?”
“Love it babe, love it,” Pressing his cheek into the meter, he moved his face from the scratched plastic, holding up a finger. He smiled. “But here’s my problem. Little wasted I know that much but if you’re not from the party…keeping you warm is gonna cost me a pretty penny.”
Walking out from the grimy darkness of the alleyway, Yuri leaned on a forest green Chevrolet, motioning the man closer. “Stranger, I’m no prostitute. Its Christmas eve, my services are free…” She wasn’t even sure of what Christmas was, simply going on Simone’s output. “Don’t tell me you’re turning that down? Once in a lifetime opportunity…”
Leaning across from her, something struck Yuri as strange about the Stranger. Something wrong with his scent. He cocked his head, speaking as intoxicated as possible. “Reallies…? And for me, flattered out my mind. But I have to pay something,” He pulled out a MasterCard from a back pocket. “Hotel expenses perhaps?”
Lowering his hand, Yuri shook her head, narrowing her eyes. “You’re not exactly the exotic type, are ya? I meant right here, right now…well, not here per se,” She threw her head back. “A little further down the alleyway. You game?”
Holding her hand, he bowed his head clumsily, a broad smile crossing his lips. “Lead the way, gorgeous.”
Obliging, Yuri pulled him between two parked cars, beginning on a slow strut through the alleyway. Moonlight bounced off aluminum trashcans, each casually ignored, Yuri determined to get her last meal. Finding the ideal location, she glanced to the man, frowning at his face. “Care to take off the mask…?”
He thought about it. “No, not really,” To her surprise, he deftly caught her face, backing her up into the wall. Smiling down to her, he kissed her forehead, lightly. “Think it adds onto the mystery. I like that, no?” His lips automatically moved to her neck. “Brag about it…doing the man in the mask…”
Astonished at how fast the stranger was moving, Yuri brushed it off, hands combing through his hair. She wondered at what angle she’d have to bite him, but not before a dry remark came. “Are you truly that horrendous that I shouldn’t see your face?”
“…something like that.” Increasing his fervent pace along her neck, he whispered unusually sober. “No more talking…hmm?”
Smirking demonically at his nerve, Yuri feigned a pleasured tone. “But I’m supposed to be pleasing you, not the other way-, oh damn!” She lost all speech, all sarcasm leaving her at the rough, but light biting to her neck. It wasn’t fangs, just every day average teeth. But still… Biting her lip, she abruptly pushed the stranger back, rubbing cautiously to her neck. “I told you, I do the pleasing, not vice versa,” She crossed her arms childishly. “You’re ruining the fun.”
Contemplating the matter, he conceded to her wishes. “Alright…you win…this time.” Letting her push him into the wall, he grabbed her face, arching a brow. “Can I at least get a kiss on…?”
Leaning in, she placed a finger to his expectant mouth. “In due time…” She didn’t plan on kissing him at all, blood was all she required. It was also…she couldn’t shake the certain…loyalty she felt to Orion. Bah…ever the hopeless case. He would kill me over this. Moving her lips to his neck, her patience all but gone, she sunk her fangs in immediately, indulging in the abnormally rich blood of her victim.
He held onto her shoulders for support, neck completely craned to the side as Yuri drained him of life. Halfway through, she took a breath, ecstatic. “I will admit you ARE tasty. Do not worry though…it will all be over soon.” She sunk her fangs back in, receiving yet another shock for the evening.
The stranger spoke sober once more, clearly disappointed. “So soon? And that was feeling better than sex…or pretty damn near it,” He chuckled, the vampiress very calmly moving her fangs from the man’s neck. Putting a finger to his neck, he tasted his blood, grimacing at the flavor. “Don’t understand what pleasure you beings derive from the liquid, it is rather coppery. Wonder why you didn’t finish…?”
Wiping away the left over blood from her lips, she spat out the rest, finally realizing what she had missed earlier on. Though the man had appeared drunk on sight…so focused she had been on feeding that she failed to notice the lack of alcohol leaving his form. Set up…lovely. Baring her fangs in annoyance, she leered dangerously. “Would you be so kind as to tell me who the hell you are? What IS behind the mask?”
He prepped his hands over the mask, smiling endearingly. “A charming face…” He removed the masquerade prop, letting it fall to the floor. Revealing a set of emerald green eyes, he shrugged. “...And nothing more.”
A gasp threatened to leave her lips, Yuri backing up horrorstruck. All color left her complexion, the cold golden her eyes had gained replaced with hazel. Fingering the wall for support, she shook her head at the Stranger’s appearance. She had seen that face before…bruised that face before…loved that face before. Not sure whether to cry, scream, or collapse, she mumbled. “I…you..”
Yuri wished it were him, she wanted it to be. But she was neither that gullible or naïve. In disbelief, she shook her head, snorting. “F**k me…”
Unnoticing of the affect he had on Yuri, the Stranger gave a grin at her last words, tsking in disapproval. “Oh, we’ll get to that. But not yet…” Putting some distance between him and the mystified assassin, he rose a brow. In a fighter stance, his eyes turned cold, narrowed. And with no more speech, he executed a roundhouse to the head of the assassin.
Caught off guard, Yuri barely evaded the blow, knocking the opposing foot to the ground. Ducking beneath a strike, she caught his throat, a dangerous sparkle to her eye. “I did not mean it in THAT context. How do you have that face?”
Wrapping a hand around her wrist, he dug his nails into her arm, licking his lips. “Lucky I guess,” He honestly didn’t know what she was talking about. And he honestly didn’t care. His smile came back, along with a burst of strength. He swung the woman down the alleyway, following up with a blow to the stomach. Not enough to bruise, but enough to damage.
Knocked back into a flimsy metal fence, Yuri coughed from the blow, struggling to find her breath. The stranger placidly took his time reaching her; fists rearing back once close enough. Wincing at the pain associated with the movement, she grabbed an incoming fist with her left hand, backhanding him with her right.
A brow twitched at her move, face red from the gesture. Snatching both her arms in hand, he pinned her to the wall. She hissed in his hold, hating her current weakness. He smiled down to her, free hand caressing her cheek. “Feisty little one…f**king you will be oh so much fun,” His hand wandered down past her collarbone, casually ripping off her jacket. “A little control never hurt.”
*tbc
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"Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, defragmenting the attic-- Fate, or something better; I could care less, just stay with me awhile."
Last edited by midnite127 on Jun 28th, 2005 at 03:44 PM
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Jun 28th, 2005 03:31 PM |
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midnite127
Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
Grinding her teeth in annoyance, a fresh round of cold biting her skin, she stomped a pointed heel into his toe, kneeing him hard in the groin. He released her, Yuri slashing her nails across his chest, stunned at only breaking through material. Growling, she grabbed his head, cringing as she slammed it into a wall. “In case you did not realize it, I am not your b*tch for the evening,” She grinded his head harder into the brick wall, dust spouting up. “I will not make whatever you intend easy.”
He took ahold of her right hand, prying back the fingers. Hearing a successful crack, he swung an arm back, pushing the assassin down the alley. She fell to the ground, skidding to a stop feet away. Dusting concrete from his intact face, he licked his lips hungrily. “Whoever said I wanted that…? It’s entertaining when they fight back. If you had a few whips with you, it would be perfect,” He hovered over her in scrutiny. “You could be my dominatrix anytime.”
Rolling her eyes in disgust, Yuri tripped him to the ground, digging her nails through his leg. To her relief, blood stained the black clothe, leaking warm over her fingers. Pouncing on top him, she adjusted her middle finger into its proper location, eyes tearing up from the move. She hissed, pulling back her hand. “You talk FAR too much.”
A demonic hue overtook a pale hazel, no lingering affection in her eyes. Bringing down her elongated nails, she tirelessly slashed to the downed man’s chest, determined to pierce through something more than clothing. She stopped, snagging her nail on one of several black objects inside his coat. Catching a glimpse of what looked to be a small black football, she scowled. “What is this?”
“Shh…” He put a finger to his lips, giggling like a child. “Secret, my love, secret,” Effortlessly, he threw her from on top of him, pulling her upright by a single raven braid. Twirling her away, in a learned stance, he knocked two palms into her stomach.
Immediately, Yuri went flying, breaking through a gargantuan glass window. Falling to her back on a bright red carpet, ignoring the glass in her hair, she flipped into a crouch position, eyes on the wide open window. She took a weary breath, concentrating hard to ignore the stares of families with suitcases, busboys halting to catch a look of the intruder.
An employee working behind the desk gave her an expression of distaste, tapping a foot impatiently. “What is the meaning of all-”
Not caring for courtesy, Yuri hissed venomously to the man, fangs bared in her rage. Eyes back to the window, she twitched at the careful pulling of a pin from an object. He is planning something… As if cued, a metal clip flew through the window to her feet.
Not understanding the significance of the item, apparently the rest of the people did, scrambling with cries to the exit of the ritzy hotel. Elegantly flying through the window, the Stranger smiled to the bemused Yuri, catching her by the front of her shirt.
Throwing the small metal football into the air, he barely winced at its explosion, chandeliers exploding into shards of glass. Jade eyes lit up to an anomalous hue, he gave a feral grin, free hand releasing multiple pins. “We’ll have a grand old time…”
Widening her eyes in understanding, Yuri ripped off her top, leaving it in the Stranger’s hold. Behind her, she heard rather than saw, a bevy of the small metal objects, a handful of grenades going off one after the other. Speeding down a hallway impossibly fast, she swore horribly, feeling the heat of one the small lethal bombs graze her open back.
At last, one exploded close enough, Yuri crashing through a doorway from the force. Skidding beneath the neatly made sheets of the King sized bed, she almost started to relax, the sheets a cool comfort to her tired body. She only arched a brow at hearing no more explosions, the worst of it seemingly over.
Peeking her head over the thick comforter, Yuri glared down where she’d come from, hall becoming devoured from thick roaring flames, lively orange tearing through wires and wood, consuming the corridor. Seeing the extent of the Stranger’s damage, she felt a laugh coming on, all traces of humor leaving at the plain black silhouette entering the hall.
Unbelievable…
An unsettling confidence in his step, he walked through the fire, not seeming to know it existed, hand dragging something through the blaze. Entering the room, completely shirtless, he dropped his suit jacket to the floor, cracking his knuckles. Rotating his head, he said, “Outside, the weight of the suit slowed me down some. But…it should work out a little better this way.”
Growing skeptical over the fact she had been toyed with, Yuri drilled her nails through a marshmallow esque pillow. “I bet.”
Jumping in Yuri’s direction, Stranger threw back a fist, sending it on course with Yuri’s skull. Shifting her face to the side, she shoved the pillow into his face, knee pushing hard into his abdomen. Throwing him off her, she stood up gingerly on the fluffy mattress, nails coming out in full. She motioned him to come at her.
Chuckling, rather than tackle her head on, he grabbed at just where her waist stood, swinging her over his shoulder. Five nails cut through his back, bursting through the side of his chest. Staring blankly to the spilt blood, he sighed tiredly. “You know, if ya had any idea how much that turned me on AND pissed me off at the same time, you’d never do it again…” Spinning in step, he fell back to the bed, slamming Yuri beneath his weight.
Dragging her nails over his back, blood decorated her waist, four deep gashes in his skin. He ignored it, turning over to face her with a malicious hue in his eyes. Grappling her assaulting arms into one hand, he pinned her down, putting her into a more suitable position. Comfortable, he retrained her arms, loosening his hold some over her left.
Turning a deaf ear to her threats, a blind eye to her rage, he whispered to her, breathing on her lips. “Why fight me…? It had its perk but it is now a tiresome affair…” He leaned past her, speaking into her ear. “I can give you everything you’ve wanted. Give you everything you want…bring all those petty desires to life. Let me…” He trailed off, his words hanging in the air.
Swallowing hard, Yuri stared to the revolving ceiling fan, dumbstruck. Taking her silence as a signal to proceed, he kissed her healing throat, hands wandering down the sheets. Easing her hands from his hold, eyes dilated, hypnotized by the twirling fan, she held his head, saying breathlessly, “I have everything I want. Any more than that,” She sneered, nails digging through his skull. “Would be poison.”
Digging two nails into his throat, Yuri kicked the man from her, knocking him over the foot of the bed. Sitting up, she draped the sheets over her chilly figure, almost tempted to smile. “You have your work cut out for you…very nice a few minutes ago. But not good enough.”
Rebounding to his feet gracefully, he still held a grin, a little wounded over his lack of success. Brushing it off, he stretched his arms upwards, eyeing Yuri carefully. Relaxing, one arm always hidden, he slid on his jacket. “I did try…that is all that matters.”
“Oh?” Sitting up, Yuri tilted her head somberly. She analyzed the man, he barely scathed from her attacks and slashes. Perturbed, she quietly inquired, “Do tell…what was this all about. Who are you?”
Buttoning his jacket one handed, he smiled up to Yuri, a devilishly charming grin. “This…was merely a test and nothing more. As for me…” He craned his head upwards, deviously looking down to her. “I’m something you’ll succumb to…sooner than you think.”
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"Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, defragmenting the attic-- Fate, or something better; I could care less, just stay with me awhile."
Last edited by midnite127 on Jun 28th, 2005 at 05:26 PM
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midnite127
Megami
Gender: Female
Location: Behind the dying Laptop |
Taking it in, she narrowed her eyes, tearing up some from the thick smoke entering the atmosphere. “Care to give me an actual name before you go on your merry way?” She didn’t plan on letting him make it to the door. She’d literally tear him apart, even if her arm broke in the process, even if the crimson flames took her life.
Digging a hand into his suit pocket, he flung a business card in her direction, cocking a brow at her amusement. “That should do. We will keep in touch. But until we meet again, have yourself a little…fun. Lose some of that innocence, eh?”
A flare of anger revealed itself, Yuri jumping forward. “You jackas-”
Tsking, he held out a black lace bra, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Pretty sure you’re not irate enough to attack me topless…” Laughing as the vampiress veiled herself, he rolled his eyes. “I’m an expert at doing that…but how about this? You get back your bra…when I exit the room?”
“Then get the f**k out already! I need it back,” A hand was already extended, Yuri in wait for the only piece of clothing she had besides her leather pants. She was a mixture of things, infuriation being insanely high on the list.
Standing at the exit, he tossed the bra in her direction. He blew her a kiss. “Till next time, yummy.”
Knuckles cracking as her nails lengthened, she corrected him in a heated fury. “It…is…YURI!!”
“No, I meant…” His eyes gained a distant, otherworldly hue. Licking his lips meticulously, he smiled. “Yummy…sure you will be,” With a wink, he exited the burning floor of the hotel.
Getting the gist of his statement, Yuri groaned with revulsion, hands over her face. Falling back to the bed, she scowled. “Pig-headed jackass…gods, how disturbing,” Closing her eyes, she expertly clipped on her bra, tired of always managing to lose the thing.
He’s a freak…not the freak you’re common with, mind you… The youth laughed. Is that that Kisei guy you were talking about?
Did I not tell you I would be dead if that were the case?
Then…who was that man in the mask? Inquired Simone theatrically.
He said it himself…what I would eventually succumb to. And do not play stupid.
Who’s playing?
Growling, Yuri bounced on the bed, hopping to the floor. Cracking open the window, she estimated the fall. “Guess you will have to figure it out on your own then. Only clue you get is he’s one of the…seven deadly sins, you called it?” Swinging out the window and to the pavement five feet below, Yuri pocketed her hands, shivering. “It is of no matter to me if you get it. All that matters is getting back to Orion and his little quiet place. Staying undercover until I properly heal seems the best move for the moment.”
Mind running wild with each deadly sin, the youth merely mumbled. If you say so…
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Striding into the stone basement, his eyes glowed bitterly, a trace amount of distaste distracting from the handsomeness in his face. He had hung his battered suit jacket upstairs, replacing the grey with a midnight black, crisp white shirt beneath it. Fixing his tie, he turned the corner, glowing miniature fairy hovering over the crystal ball, entranced.
Growing an immediate anger to the figure, he cleared his voice. “Something you forgot to mention about the femme?” The fairy glanced back, grey eye staring through into his soul…or what remained of it. Grinding his teeth, he clarified. “Little miss Yuri is a little too pure for my liking.”
The fairy burst into laughter, an intense high-pitched cackle in the small ominous room. Tears leaving her eyes, she spoke between her guffaws. “That is grade A bullshit,” She laughed some more, falling over the ball. “She is too pure…that is rich. Too rich,” She held onto her chest, laughter straining her legs.
“Ha ha ha…” muttered the man humorlessly. Sitting on the edge of a onyx colored table, he folded his arms over his chest. “I know she is not innocent…I have never been the idiotic type. However, the vessel she is in-”
“The rebel child? Underage drinker…small aficionado for shotguns,” Snapping her fingers, a small notepad came into view, a synopsis of Simone’s life. “Had the perfect family until she and her sister were attacked late night. She got away, sister didn’t. Cause of the…ooh, rape, no wonder she is so strongly again-”
Putting his thumb over the file, he glared down evilly to the small woman. “I do not care about her past, she could have been a demon spawn, it does not take away the fact that she is still innocent,” Flicking the fairy near an oversized chair, he sat opposite her, propping his feet onto the onyx table. He sighed. “That just will not do….”
“Like the femme doesn’t have experience…” With a tap to her scalp, the fairy lost the pale white light surrounding her, increasing proportionally in size. Normal sized in seconds, she rose a blond brow, crossing her legs. Her outfit squeaked with the movement, patent leather tube top and skirt in play. Thigh highs shining beautifully, she grinned. “How CAN I be of service?”
“It has nothing to do with experience…and do NOT even think it, you will not go near her…” ordered the green-eyed man coldly, a hint of anger in his eyes.
Pouting, she huffed, crossing her arms. “I made no such suggestion. But it would not be impossible, a little-”
“What you’d do to her would be rape…” he scowled, moving to his feet. Skimming the surface of the crystal ball, he explained. “This is to go by my rules.”
“Then sincerely…” She crossed over to him, a casual eye on the crystal ball. “How can I be of service?”
Hovering over the ball, he smirked. “Twitch your nose, Samantha. Make a spell.” He received a weak punch in his arm as response.
“For the last F**KING time, do not call me by such a name!!” Angered over the irony that her actual name was Samantha and her occupation was that of a spell caster, she stroked her chin in contemplation. “I could always seduce he-”
“You are not screwing her, get it through your skull,” He rapped the side of the woman’s head lightly, fiercely annoyed. “Besides, I already know of what kind of spell can be used. Make her lose what is keeping her so modest. Let her have a ball!” He threw his hands out dramatically, the witch giggling at his action.
“You are lucky I am…so kind,” Already knowing of what spell he wished to use, she stared into the ball, the female, Yuri, casually walking the streets. A tinge of greed stained her eyes, perfect teeth grinding. She forced a stare back to the man. “However, we may be going by your rules, but wait until the time is right. Until she is settled in at home…” A scintillating glimmer faded from her eyes, the woman converting into her fairy stature.
Smirking to the curious man, she tapped his shoulder before leaving the room. She shouted back to him mysteriously. “Trust me on this…”
(ooc: so ends part one...though it was a three posts but...ah, forget it...tired around now...)
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animeboy08
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(Hey what happened to everyone?)
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midnite127
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(Everyone pulled a Houdini, I included. Wow, lol, didnt realize I left this on a sorta cliffhanger for my character, that's something else! And to think I had/have the continuation/ending in my head. Anywho...may one of my fav RPG's rest in peace
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((ooc: I hope noone minds me just hopping in, I will develop my character as he walks around. tell more and more of his history and such. Please tell me if this RP wasn't open and then feel free to disregard this post if it indeed wasn't))
he layed there, his eyes fixated on the moon above. How many ages had it already been since he had felt the cool air upon his skin. How long since he had felt anything but that hunger, the urge for food and the urge to feel the blood stream slowly from someone or somethings neck, slowly pour from the bite onto his pale lips, staining them crimson as the lifegiving nectar poured down his throat. Slowly feeding him, sustaining him
he stood as he heard the music from the club downstairs. So suit
~"Dead as dead can be," my doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him, ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me, don't play dead cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say, "You disappoint me,"
Maybe you're better off this way~
he stood on the edge of the roof and glanced down. Dressed in black leather pants, a crimson satin shirt and a long black velvet trenchcoat. he bowed his head slightly as he heard the next verse of the song. So beautiful ... so perfect.
~Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have
been
It's your right and your ability
To become'my perfect enemy'~
Salvanas ... his perfect enemy. His firstborn, whom he had loved with all his black heart. Who had betrayed him when she was till young. and he had let her, had let her do such a thing even though he knew the betrayal stemmed to deep for him to ever love her fully again.
his arms stretched out as far as they could, his pale lips curling upwards into a smile as he whispered to the in a voice so cold, so cruel it could scare mortals to the point of dead, a whisper wich showed the beast inside him. In that moment his eyes turned red, glowing softly for just an instant ... yet an instant wich seemed to last an eternity.
"Perfect"
with that he jumped down, falling, tumbling till his feet touched the ground, bending his knees as he landed he laughed, he actually laughed with the sweet irony of it all, he was a dead thing ... why did emotions still plague him? was he not detached enough from them to just walk away, to play dead. Crawl into the almost welcoming pit of Torporous sleep, to become less then he was already
The one who had made him had died in the instant of the embrace, she hadn't counted on Markus his conviction in the word of some Davine creature to be so strong, to be as strong as it had been. He had known Christ, had walked in his grace and had been blessed by it, blessed till he had been chosen by his maker to be what he was now. Something utterly different with a twisted conviction in something wich he knew didn't exist or something wich would never want him in its grace ever again.
He was forsaken ... twisted ... and he reveled in every moment of it as much as he possibly could. Standing up fully once more, he brushed off his soft clothes, holding up his hands. Long black painted nails ... pale skin.
Alabaster, beautiful and seductive. A voice normally so smooth it would lead any prey to him, to his embrace with the promise of a night full of pleasure, a touch wich would make lovers forget each others embrace and promises for a night in his arms. And it didn't matter to him, if a man was truly what you'd call him after more then 2000 years of this unlife, if it was a male or a female, in the end they all died to his touch without receiving the gift they had been after
slowly he emerged from the alleyway, putting his hands in his pockets and submerging himself between the people in the street. It was only just dusk, the moon wasn't clear, yet his vampire eyes showed the world without the sleepers veil.
"come to me, true child of dusk's embrace"
he whispered, the same whisper he had whispered for decades, even for hundreds of years more. To call for one worthy of his embrace, worthy to feel her life returned to him ... for he searched for female companionship for the ages ... and he searched to destroy the traitor who had stolen his heart and had taken his blood. his hands moved into his pockets slowly.
Food would come to him, he was sure of it. For now he enjoyed the scents of the human animal. What was a vampire who did not relish such scents. What was a creature of the night who did not enjoy feeding?
empty and forsaken that was what ... both of wich he could be discribed as, yet still he enjoyed to feed. Enjoyed the sweet ambrosiactic nectar when two bodies were pressed togetter, when fangs sharp and pointy pierced soft pleasently parfumed skin and drank deep of the blood wich flowed within till the soft gasp of extasy came as the heart stopped once and for all. Yes he was evil ... demented and twisted yet quite sane at the same time. Aware of what he was doing ... unaware however that in doing so he was proving what they had told about him so long ago
that he was the worse of them all ... that he was the one that would be unwelcome both in heaven and hell if such places existed because he would always search for more and for better
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Well Midnite since everybody left do you think we should continue the story with me you and the new guy and hopefully find some new people.
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((ooc: I'd like that ... very much. Just watch out for my little vamp, he isn't really as nice as he is made out to be in that post))
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((Oy...why not? Lol, seems interestin **scraps epilogue with a whistle** Anywho, I'll try to come up with somethin for this by...*ponders* the end of the week, yesh, it CAN be done!))
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(Good I'll try to come up with something to get Xzaar back into the fold.Also what should we say happened to the other characters?)
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Billy still sat on the roof watching and spectating everything....
Then he spotted something below that he liked.
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Billy
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((ooc: well I'll reply to this then once I know wich direction it is going to))
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Reven_Nite
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((ooc: was this thing still being revived, or did it fall down and go bang?))
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Bildo
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What Billy saw, He really Liked.... He Jumped from the rooftop down to the street below.
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Bildo
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Billy jumped down to the streets below.......
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Billy
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Bildo
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Billy jumped down to the streets below.......
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Billy
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Bildo
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Location: Wantage, England, UK, Europe, |
Billy jumped down to the streets below.......
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