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Post by Luka on Aug 31, 2008 21:50:54 GMT -5
Filaments and the Auto's daggers deflected the projectiles.
Dietrich watched the Methuselah's fall with delight, his arms crossing over his thin chest. He seemed to enjoy the fact that Tobias would survive, albiet experiencing a great amount of pain in the process.
He gazed down at Tobias, his head cocked to the side slightly.
"You have potential, vampire. Potential that I could bring to fruition. I could give you power you could never realize in your natural life." he paused, "But I just don't like your attitude. And I don't think you're very smart. Especially with how you picked the losing side. I mean," he laughed mockingly under his breath. "Just look at you."
"I don't want to hear any moral bullshit from you either. But by all means if you have to, go ahead. I know how you righteous types are...you always need to make a speech, right up until the end...always trying to justify yourself."
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Post by Adrian on Aug 31, 2008 22:10:59 GMT -5
Standing up straight in less than a minute's time his resolution to not loose became clear. An aura of pride buffeted outward in response to such an injury. From both the blow to his spine & those from Dietrich's words. Intelligence existed within his mind, however the current situation left few options to a Methuselah with his level of dedication. Levitating off of the ground once again he ascended in a miraculous show of will.
"You are the losing side. I am not finished with either of you yet. My destiny will not end here in this place. You are beneath me. Soon I will wipe the stain of your existence from this place like an insignificant blemish!"
Slicing through the air he came with his Arm-blade ready to cause serious damage.
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Post by Luka on Aug 31, 2008 22:21:34 GMT -5
Dietrich's angelic face was marred by one that could be possessed by only a true sadist. He didn't move his body as Tobias raced forward, merely raising one hand in the Methuselah's direction. His fingertips curled inward as he decided to display exactly how bleak Tobias' situation really was at this moment in time. All it had taken was a touch, that rough little jerk to his hair.
One of the stealthy little filaments that had infiltrated the Methuselah's body snapped suddenly. Painfully. It was like the heavy boot of God himself had kicked Tobias in the spine again.
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Post by Adrian on Aug 31, 2008 22:27:09 GMT -5
Snarls escaped his lips, not understanding right away what had just happened. If anything he valiantly tried to ignore the pain in pursuit of his objective. Fighting against the restraints Tobias tried to attack again regardless, reaping those consequences that held a high probability for pain. Moments later he understood though in an amount of time that gave him the appearance of an intelligent creature.
". . .WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
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Post by Luka on Aug 31, 2008 22:37:35 GMT -5
More filaments twanged to life. They seemed to move more than normal, some actually making themselves visible as they snaked underneath Tobias' skin. They wriggled like tiny parasites as they knitted themselves through his muscles, grating against nerves like rough little needles.
"Oh, I haven't even done anything yet. This is just the beginning."
The muscles in his arm spasmed and jerked as his arm-blade was brought around to point at his own throat. The sadistic grin seemed to grow into an almost lecherous one as a pleased expression drifted into place. "I've got a lot of things in mind...some of them are only theories but still...the more you know, right?"
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Post by Adrian on Aug 31, 2008 22:49:29 GMT -5
Plucking away at his determination gradually were those filaments, eroding any sense of hope with waves of agony. Eventually his struggling stilled to what appeared submission until he spat on Dietrich. Should they kill him really made no difference to him anymore. Only taking the sadistic smile away from this tormentor really mattered. Tobias hardly felt this RKO member could actually be a Terran anymore. No human being could present such a challenge, to overwhelm someone of his level so easily in combat.
"I hope your death comes from Betrayal."
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Post by Luka on Aug 31, 2008 23:05:27 GMT -5
The sadistic smile disappeared when the glob of saliva landed on his boot, staining the leather in a most unbecoming way. "Betrayal, eh?" the boy asked in a calm voice as he manipulated the filaments, dropping Tobias to his knees.
"Then I should make sure no one around me is capable of betrayal, hm?" His voice became ice cold, almost devoid of emotion. Certainly devoid of mercy. "Why don't you show me that I can trust you then. Show me how loyal you are by..."
The use of Tobias' upper body suddenly cut away, leaving him to collapse face first at Dietrich's boots.
"Cleaning up your mess."
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Post by Adrian on Sept 1, 2008 0:08:16 GMT -5
Eyes full of pure hatred glared up at Dietrich after Tobias had literally been brought down onto his knees. Right into the boots he had spit upon out of site. Had Nero once gone through similar humiliation? Or perhaps it had gone straight to the whole skin removal process. Regardless of the agony he appeared to refuse following orders, at first. His mouth started to lower toward the Marionettenspieler's slightly soiled boot again while wearing a resentful look of scorn.
Until his fangs sank into it viciously.
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Post by Luka on Sept 1, 2008 1:23:51 GMT -5
The moment he sank his fangs into the thick leather the Marionettenspieler's other boot connected with the side of his head. His heel quickly pressing against the side of his head as he pinned it to the floor.
The boy slowly hissed out a breath to calm himself and probably keep from dwelling on what pain it had likely caused him.
"Bad dog." he said at length. "We're going to have to do something about those fangs of yours. I can't have you biting others now, can I? You'll have to learn to be obedient or I'll just have to put you down."
He scoffed, "But what else can you expect from a wild animal? A creature...It must be all you vampires are good for."
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