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Post by Luka on Apr 2, 2004 12:08:51 GMT -5
[glow=limegreen,2,300]This large building is the trainstation. With the numerous passageways, this is a good hiding place, should you need it. Be careful not to fall or be pushed onto the tracks by the occasional crowd...Fighting is Allowed.[/glow]
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LeiLei
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Touch me, L. Rapter, and YOU WILL DIE!!!.... again... |HP- 50/50 Lv. 1|
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Post by LeiLei on Nov 8, 2004 17:08:21 GMT -5
"Well, Lei Lei, who knew there would be so many shops by this train station? We've got enough supplies to last us a month!" Lin Lin exclaimed happily.
"Yeah, but we don't have enough money for train tickets now..." said Lei Lei.
"That's okay. We're going to walk."
"We're walking."
"Yes."
"To Scotland."
"Uh-huh."
"... What are ya, crazy?! We'd die walking that distance!"
"Lei Lei, we're already dead"
"Oh..."
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Post by Luka on May 20, 2008 20:25:58 GMT -5
Olrox. Olrox. Olrox!
What now?
Wake up.
A shaky hand slapped coldly against his face, sliding up to push away the hair that lay against his forehead.
'I AM awake.' he mentally grumbled. There wasn't any need to tell him twice, you know. After all...he had a feeling about what might be coming. It was a secret of the most awful sort, and he knew exactly what it was.
He shuddered.
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Post by Luka on May 20, 2008 20:35:09 GMT -5
He had been walking for hours now, after his arrival. He hadn't slept, which made his little daydream all that more unsettling. It wasn't any ordinary voice that was ordering him around after all. The more he thought about it, the closer the walls around him crept.
Something that looked like a pair of dead rats that had dueled to the death lay in a puddle in front of him. Carefully stepping over it, his shoulder touched the cold cement wall to his left. The cold touch coupled with the equally chilling voice caused a gasp to escape his lips. The toe of his boot caught on a large crack and he nearly stumbled...he could feel the grace slipping from his body. The cold knot in his stomach made its final transformation to a heavy rock of fear.
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Post by Luka on May 20, 2008 20:53:55 GMT -5
Before he could even complete the turn of his head to look over his shoulder, it was slammed against the wall. The blow left him dazed, bright stars invading his vision when it threatened to go completely dark.
The hot breath that misted against his ear was equal to a pail of the most frigid water being thrown at him. He grew stiff even as the body behind him remained gentle. Olrox felt something wet trickle down the side of his face, the scent of blood unmistakable.
The words that came out of the mouth next to his ear were sugary-sweet. "Oh, look at what you've done now. You should be more careful. But then again, you were always like this, weren't you? Long time no see."
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Post by Luka on May 20, 2008 21:33:13 GMT -5
The way the words were said without a care in the world, nothing but reassurance in them even as they brought death along with them...if Olrox didn't know any better, he would have been content to drift along with them, getting lost in the smooth sound. But he did know, and he knew all too well. He'd fallen under their spell once before.
"I-Isa--" he stammered, the fingers knotted in his long hair gripping the locks tighter.
"Shh." the voice hissed. "Getting worked up will only make the blood flow faster, and we can't have that right now...I need you to be with me."
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Post by Luka on May 20, 2008 22:19:39 GMT -5
"No."
"No? No? Why would you tell me no? We're friends, aren't we? I know we didn't part on good terms, but it's obvious that you faired well enough. You really should be more thankful..."
The Count winced and began struggling against his assailant. "I really need to be going." he said, feigning calm. "I don't have time to play games...but I can always come by later!"
"No." the voice replied calmly. "I need you now."
The hand removed itself from the Count's hair but Olrox found it impossible to move. The shadows that inhabited the narrow hall they were in had pooled around his body, trapping him within the very fabric of the building. Tendrils of the darkness had entertwined between his fingers like hands, thicker tendrils wrapping around his waist and limbs like arms. The shadows embraced him tightly, the warmth from the body behind him being quickly drawn away.
The moment he felt them grasping him, holding him in place...he knew what was coming.
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Post by Luka on May 20, 2008 22:26:35 GMT -5
A fearful scream reverberated from the walls as the vampire struggled against his binds. He screamed pleas that finally changed to curses. He cursed his last Master and his son, he cursed the man behind him and he cursed the Heavens.
A smile of absolute pleasure spread over Isaak's features as he watched with delight the collapse that was meant to happen centuries ago. He was always glad to be the witness to madness, but to him, this one happened to be particularly sweet. He fed on this kind of thing, afterall.
His only objective was to learn what he could about the Halfbreed. He knew he was in London now...he could feel it. What little light illuminated the tunnel was reflected in the Count's eyes and all Isaak could do was smile in return. What he was about to do wouldn't be over anytime soon.
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Post by Luka on May 21, 2008 1:04:31 GMT -5
The eventual death of the Count wasn't entirely without use for Isaak himself though, whose death-dealing was often for only the sake of his various clients alone. This though would be one more step in severing what contacts remained...yet another link to his past would be crushed and the Mage would be one step closer to completing his goal.
He watched the vampire writhe against his bindings for a little while longer before stepping forward. He placed a single hand on the Count's shoulder, bringing the man back to the present. "Now, now. he tsk'd. "You need not be so angry...it doesn't suit you. Wouldn't you liked to be remembered in the best light? I know I certainly would."
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Post by Luka on May 21, 2008 1:11:18 GMT -5
The vampire only let out a mournful cry, his forehead resting against the cold cement he was pressed against. The blood from his headwound had stopped bleeding quite a while ago and all that was left was a maroon smear against the pore of the artificial stone.
"Isn't there any other way? Can't you let me--can't you let me go on? As soon as I'm done, I'll come right back! Even if something happens, I'll escape and return to you!"
"Ah, unfortunately that would be too risky. The odds of you failing are high...as it has happened in the past. I should know..."
"I helped put you back together, after all."
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Post by Luka on May 21, 2008 1:36:00 GMT -5
There was another tsk of disapproval. "I bet you haven't even gotten to show your true strength, have you? You always worry about trivial things and end up being unable to perform to your fullest...it must be horrible, especially if you're like that in other areas as well..." Isaak laughed, "But you're not really the type to worry about impressing anyone, are you? You just like to sit back and let others do the hard work for you..."
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Post by Luka on May 21, 2008 2:12:18 GMT -5
The Count twisted around the best he could to face the dark man. "Th-then why don't you give me a chance to show my full strength? I...I'll be able to show them! I'll show them all!"
A smooth smile lifted Isaak's mouth. "Even better...how about...-we- show them?"
Olrox's eyes widened, "You mean...you'll help me?"
Isaak's expression didn't falter. "No, rather, I think it will be you that helps -me-...See you around."
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Post by Luka on May 21, 2008 2:29:35 GMT -5
A single clothed finger brushed over the Count's spine as if the Mage were inspecting a piece of china for dust. The breath trapped in Olrox's lungs escaped in a feeble waver as a white glove was plunged into his back. No blood was spilled as the Panzer Magier's hand seemed to disappear into the vampire's flesh.
Olrox's mouth opened wide as if to shout, but no breath could come to him and a single, small cry broke the silence in the tunnels. The vampire writhed, his fingers scratching at the surface of the walls, his forehead pressed hard against the concrete as well. The pain that wracked his body was undescribable and even his past experiences paled in comparison.
By now the Mage's arm was in up to the middle of his forearm. "I see...I see...that's rather interesting...I wasn't too far off then. But it looks like I was wrong about you. You've been working rather hard all this time, haven't you? That little boy looks rather interesting too. It's really too bad he couldn't be here...What happened anyway? Is he dead?"
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Post by Luka on May 22, 2008 0:46:18 GMT -5
The Count's mouth only opened silently in vain before he grit his teeth. A look of shame crossed his pained features as Isaak laid out the vampire's deepest secrets in front of him. Reviewing his sins, one might say.
"Hmm...So you don't even know, do you? But really, you never even cared. From what I can tell...he was a nice little trick, wasn't he? A predictable pattern. Coming from you, anyway. Didn't I tell you once before that you should vary your tastes? Your mind will grow dull if you don't try new things. But maybe I'm wrong. You were eating your vegetables after all..."
With a sudden jerk, Isaak's arm sunk in even deeper. Olrox was pressed flush against the wall, his back arching. His fingertips left tiny maroon trails as he scratched against the rough wall. The arms stretching from the shadows continued to embrace him though, keeping his movements from disturbing the Mage too much.
At last though, Olrox was able to make a sound. "Gh...k..." he choked out as the sound of tearing flesh filled the narrow corridor. Blood poured heavily onto the concrete, falling in intervals as if it were draining from a pumping heart, which it was. The Count's body slumped back into the Magician's chest. It was then that a pure white glove reached up from the area of the vampire's chest. The long fingers stretched upward to gently stroke the side of Olrox's face. Blood welled up in his throat and trickled from the side of his mouth. A single fingertip reached out to spread it over his lips.
"But just in case he really is dead, as I'm sure he is...You'll be joining him soon enough. So, have a rest, my friend."
The vampire said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, a bewildered, mournful expression betraying his final thoughts. Had he come to some kind of realization? Had he seen something that he never expected?
The shadows that embraced the Count began to snicker before letting out high peals of laughter. Sharp, red, hungry smiles split open the darkness. Tongues caressed their glaring grins hungrily. Like hyenas their gleeful cries announced the event that they had been waiting for.
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