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Post by Luka on Jul 8, 2008 14:04:23 GMT -5
The faint scent of blood had started to permiate the air when the nosferatu began to leave. Perhaps he really did wound his opponent. Nothing moved though until he was gone. Until the sun began to rise.
Something rustled in the crumbling debris of the house. At first it sounded like wings, as if a flock of birds were waking from their roosts. But the sound quickly faded to that of a quiet breathing as someone struggled to a stand.
"So...that was it." Quite the understatement. But it was something he needed to hear himself, in an odd sort of stubborn-ness.
The priest rose to a standing position in the midst of the rubble, a faint red line sealing closed on his thin arm. There were no wings, no red eyes, no aura of strength...
"That was it, then?" the silver-haired man asked himself once more as he staggered forward, making his way over the rubble the best he could in his usual blind-as-a-bat way. The way he kept repeating it was as if there was something in the nosferatu's words that he had a hard time believing.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 8, 2008 15:01:39 GMT -5
Sunlight came into being as it steadily began to rise higher up into the sky, pushing the night aside into another part of the world. It's effect could be seen more drastically upon the Dark Figure who now looked to be losing not only his powers but strength as well. Staggering a few steps before falling down to his knees, he looked utterly drained and useless. Lifegiving to humans and many creatures, the sun was stripping away anything which made this being extraordinary and leaving him as something much less.
A mortal man.
He wore clothing that looked terribly aged, from centuries even further back than Makai's looked to be by the style of them. Black cloth covered most of his body, but some places were in tatters from past battles. Darkened chainmail flecked with rust covered some parts of him. Gold shone with hardly any luster upon one of his hands, a lone ring that looked ages old yet stayed in one piece. Long ebony hair had started to grey in some places, ones that had been made t look deceptively youthful during the night. Once looking to be eternally in his twenties, this man bonded with darkness now appeared to be reaching his later forties when the magic of the night left him at dawn. Such was the toll taken, the sacrifice made to rid himself of the infection which had seemed sure to finish him off entirely.
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Post by Luka on Jul 8, 2008 15:16:34 GMT -5
The priest fumbled a hand into his vest, pulling out his glasses, which had somehow managed to REMAIN UNBROKEN. Hallelujia!
At any rate, he watched with a mixture of fascination and concern as the change took place in front of him. This man wasn't a vampire, was he? The change in his appearance was drastic, to say the least, but he didn't seem to be dying...yet.
Before he even knew he was moving, the priest was at the figure's side. "A-are you alright?" he stammered out, one hand reaching out to help.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 8, 2008 15:31:50 GMT -5
"I. . . I think so Father. It's just been so long since these old eyes. . ."
His voice trailed off for a moment, possibly forcing himself to adjust to the current situation. No doubt this was a being who was used to exerting the strength of a hundred or so men at once. But now he had been reduced to only being capable of what he appeared to be phsyically. As the hair was brushed aside a face that still retained mature but handsome features was revealed along with a tiny bit of stubble along the jawline.
Grabbing their hand allowed him to rise up, leaning upon the Priest for support while coming to his feet. Even after he stood, there was no move made away from Luel. He still had much to adjust to for a while longer. . .he just felt so OLD. The night had always granted him eternal agility and reflexes, so he had followed it from one part of the world to another by passing through the shadows instantaneously.
". . .Have seen the sunrise."
Brooding brown eyes had replaced ones that glowed yellow.
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Post by Luka on Jul 9, 2008 2:15:40 GMT -5
The priest's lips parted as if to say something, maybe something wise for once, but all that came out was an "Ooooh, I see..." His pale eyes were wide with what might call awe or just plain curiousity. He adjusted himself so that the man could lean on him comfortably and so that he would be able to react quick enough if the other should stumble.
With the previously-Dark-Knight leaning on him now, it would probably become apparent how bony the other guy really was. Coupled with his height there was good reason he was refered to as a scarecrow by some.
"Well that's ok." he continued, sagely as ever. "I feel like that too sometimes, especially after a night out with Dandelion."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 9, 2008 17:23:49 GMT -5
"Dandelion. . .?"
That was the word which caught his attention out of all the others. Not that he knew who or what the name reffered to, it just sounded odd. But then again people went by many names these days as he had noticed when dwelling within the shadows around the world. Especially for this being, so much had changed since his birth, watching things build up then fall apart.
Although many in his situation often gave up on affecting history, he had often found himself embroiled within human conflicts. Wars fought by men amongst themselves for land & power, just as it had been when he was once a Human being. Thinking of the past bloodshed reminded him of when not a ear ago he had finally met a formidable opponent that had just about nearly killed him.
Remembering back to the one called Plague, he re-called their sensitivity to his music when played on the guitar. Then he also thought about the destructive potential laid inside such a confused boy who had been pointed in the wrong direction by his creator. A creator who was the very same man as one of the voices Makai had spoken with. It led to the logical realization that the Mutated Vampire had encountered the Panzer Maiger at some point in the recent past.
Should he mention what he knew to Luel?
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Post by Luka on Jul 10, 2008 1:54:46 GMT -5
He laughed, brushing the other's question off. "Yeah, it's a weird name, isn't it? By the way, what's your name? Sorry I didn't ask for it properly earlier."
Luel was capable of getting down to business, in his own roundabout way.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 10, 2008 2:20:50 GMT -5
"My name is Sir Ferules Connor, former member of the first crusade. . ."
With each word he said in the sentence, the one who had ironically been called a Dark Knight was pulled in by nostalgia. Every bit of his oldest memories started flooding back into his mind that had been fragmented for so long. Days of roughousing with other boys using wooden swords and shields. Practicing sword fighting with his father using his first sword named Valour. A sword he left to his younger sister Christine before leaving with all the other knights on the road to the middle east.
During that journey men were seperated from their own companies, mixing inwith others from different countries of christianity. But soon he found himself in the company of Knights who did not live up to the code. Ferules soon found himself betrayed in the dessert, being left without a horse. . .keeping only his honor and a sword called Courage. Crawling along the sands he had begun to see all kinds of mirages, one of them at midnight on the first night. A Twilight Cathederal which turned out to be real, binding him with the Darkness that still clung to his body after nearly an entire millenia.
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Post by Luka on Jul 10, 2008 2:49:25 GMT -5
"I see, I see." said the priest with all the all-ears and noseyness of an old grandma. "Well my name is Father Luel but you can call me anything you want...that's what people usually do anyway."
"S-sometimes I completely forget to even address myself as Father! It seems like such a formality...Like calling someone Sir of Ma'am." He laughed, "I guess I just don't really see myself as a Father. When I hear that, I think of an old, wise, white-haired man with tiny glasses and a kind smile."
Well he had glasses and the white hair down pretty well. "The First Crusade, ehy? Hmmm, Hmmm...So you're a pretty important guy then, huh!?"
"That must be why that other guy was after you, right?"
Roundabout way.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 11, 2008 11:03:26 GMT -5
"I'm not the one who's important. . .it's the entity I was bound to in my youth. The Dark Figure you saw, that was it."
He paused, brown eyes searching for a place for them to sit. Though able to withstand direct sunlight there were still several minutes or possibly even hours of adjustment ahead of him. It meant that Luel would be better off calling for some type of transportation that could accomodate them both rather than walking back. Unless the Priest felt he would recover better by actually moving in sunlight.
"A powerful presence that claims to be the very Darkness itself. It can create just about anything once the sun is gone if I will it so. . . or if it takes control. Yet it seems my psyche is formidable in controlling it after so many centuries."
Once more nostalgia entered his deep brown eyes as they recalled the events out loud for his silver-haired listener. However he left out why he had been bound to the presence along with the crimes he committed during the night when it could not be fully controlled yet. The fact remained that Ferules was just a vessel for a greater power that used him as a conduit of sorts for untold power.
"But I am it's weakness in truth. I nearly fell to a creature called Plague months ago, one who serves one of those voices Makai used. As a result I had to seal myself away in another dimension until I could rid myself of the infectous plague in my own ways."
In truth he could have prevented the Horseman from ever even touching him, but it would have required created the equivalent of a black hole. Ferules had been too worried to try such a powerful attack on a night he had just discovered the ability to use Dark Matter. A risk he would not take for the several innocent lives he could have possibly put in danger. Those that had encountered him knew that when the Knight was in control, human life was the most precious thing if the people were innocent.
"Makai wanted my information on the group he is a part of. I've been spying on them for sometime. . .quite literally from the shadows. But there is some information he has come upon on his own since my defeat that weakened me I do not know of at all."
Did the inquisition know Connor even existed? They likely would considering what happened in his past several hundred years ago back during the 1100's, 1200's, and 1300's. After all they even had a file on Makai which the Altered Nosferatu himself had come after resulting in an altercation with the young Katherine Belmont. Had even that robbery been reported by the girl? Or had she been keeping the events concerning the Mutated Vampire & Leon Saint to herself the entire time to protect Leon?
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Post by Luka on Jul 11, 2008 21:51:27 GMT -5
The priest listened dutifully as he helped the man to a bench across from where they stood. It was a medium walking distance away but the priest made sure that the other didn't stumble.
"So you are both your weakness and your strength. Not many men I know would say that out loud. Well, not in such a literal sense either."
Once he had helped Ferules take a seat he looked up to the sky. "Plague, eh?...Hmm..." From the expression on his face it looked like he didn't know of anyone with that name.
"Exactly what kind of group does this Makai fellow belong to?" he asked next as he looked back down at the man, crossing his thin arms over his chest. "Whatever it is, it seems that maybe he is getting a little desperate..."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 11, 2008 22:29:24 GMT -5
"Makai is his own group. . .no one works for him. Not willingly anyway. I was the only one and I was forced due to my. . .condition up until last night. Maybe that makes him dangerous. . . being able to do as much as he does on his own unlike other people."
He said while leaving unsaid who he was reffering to with the final sentence. The Knight had a feeling it would be rude to bring up the 'family' of another in such a crude way. For him to realize that Cain actually was related to Luel stunned him quite a bit. It almost made him wonder if the Priest's name had once been Abel. Such a thing would make the story all the more ironic in a biblical sense.
"I don't trust anything he says, or the voices he uses either. You shouldn't trust him either. He tries to do exactly what his self-title implies: He likes to arrange deaths. Doing what he wants might lead to your own death, or the death of someone you know."
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Post by Luka on Jul 11, 2008 22:58:14 GMT -5
For all anyone knew his real name may have been Abel at some time. After all, if they used codenames what kept them from using fake names?
A shadow passed over Luel's features before he answered. "Yeah...I wouldn't trust him either." His answer didn't match up with how his attitude had darkened for that brief moment. Perhaps he was just getting over the death of a comrade.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr Knight?" He smiled, "I mean...my superior will probably like to question you, but is there anything that I can do for you?"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 11, 2008 23:03:57 GMT -5
He looked over at the priest, forming a weary half-smile.
"Just try to make sure I don't have to walk the whole way."
Ferules' eyes looked out over the horizon as he took in th day that was just beginning. A brand new day in more than one sense for him. Just wondering what laid ahead for the world made him try to hope that good might prevail over this rising evil. One called the Rosenkruetz Orden. Something that he had not seen come into fruition since the days of World War II, an organization devoted entirely to reforming the world through fires of Chaos.
"At least not until sunset."
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Post by Luka on Jul 12, 2008 1:32:42 GMT -5
"In that case, don't worry. Sister Kate will be here soon with something for us...at least I hope so." The priest reached up then, tapping what looked like nothing more than an ear-cuff with his index finger. "Hello? Hello? OW! S-Sister Kate, hello! Sorry, the, uh...signal just cut out all of the sudden! But I did find someone here. The cause of the deaths? Uh, yeah, yeah, I think I might have an idea."
"If--if it isn't too much trouble, could you send someone for us? We're too tired to walk. OW!" The priest grasped his ear in pain, his lament high and wavering. "I'm soooorry~!"
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