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Post by Luka on Jul 25, 2008 18:47:41 GMT -5
The man only laughed slightly in response before deciding that it might be better if he did clear something up.
"I prefer Isaak."
The -ou had been reserved by someone already.
"Well, everyone has some rough edges to be worked out in the beginning."
As of yet he had hardly even given any attention other than his stinging words to the Methuselah in the room. Perhaps he had successfully culled them like the beasts he considered them to be. Or maybe they were just struck speechless. More than likely they knew that Von Kampfer's words were true and with one fell swoop he could have them brought under the wrath of Contra Mundi. The wrath of the Enemy of the World.
"If you are as eager as I am to begin...then are you ready to accompany me?"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 25, 2008 18:58:04 GMT -5
"Sure! But are we going somewhere, Isaak? Are we going to deliver cookies?"
Samantha asked of him the intended destination out of total curiousity. Not to mention she wanted to know just how far it would take her from this place. Right now she was still in the presence of those she knew best. Which did not really say a lot, truth be told. Isaak might have to put some effort into coaxing the green-haired girl to leave. Any plans that were still in the works might halt if any Methuselah voiced some slight opposition.
". . .Because I don't know if I met everyone yet."
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Post by Luka on Jul 25, 2008 19:19:59 GMT -5
Although Isaak obviously loved the sound of his own voice and had a penchant for long, glorious speeches...if something was interesting enough to him he liked to cut to the chase.
"Wonderful. Say Goodbye."
The mage snapped his fingers, plunging Samantha's world into darkness once more. In a somewhat similar way that Eis had earlier, just without the chilly. Of course if the girl hadn't been born just that day she might've been able to pick up on another meaning behind his words.
In a matter of seconds the ground would come rushing up beneath her feet just like before, planting her somewhere surprisingly warmly lit and with plush carpet. It looked like a drawing room of some sort, a artistically decorated lounge for company to wait in. The candlelight glinted off the small golden touches that curved along the edges of wrought decor.
Everything in the baroque-style room would have been beautiful enough to make Vincent Price cry if only for one little thing...
Namely, the small toy models strewn over the floor. The toys themselves were as varied as the members of the RKO themselves. The little plastic diddies ranging from GoddamnRobots to little monsters to what appeared to be some sort of magical-girl collection. One thing they all had in common though were that they were either unfinished or mauled in some way or another, like a spoiled kid who got bored easily had been feeling particularly destructive that day. One thing was certain though: it was a good thing everyone present was wearing shoes because stepping on those little things hurt.
Isaak didn't seem to mind though.
"Ah. We're here."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 25, 2008 19:52:51 GMT -5
"Goodbye!"
The girl just barely managed to get out the farewell before she was taken away from the only friends she had known in her entire life. At least she said it in a manner that could impart her inner hopeful nature upon them. One that might let them understand in a single word just how much each of them had come to mean to her in such a short period of time. Sincere emotions linked to their individual faces. But now Isaak had whisked her away from them all in a moment, only to grant him with a lone fact:
Darkness didn't get along with her very well.
As she shut her eyes in what could be labelled as terror of utter blackness all around, her uniform lent the journey glittering bits of light. Certainly from the pollen which had been absorbed into it earlier. Regardless of whether the Panzer Magier enjoyed such an occurence or not it happened in defiance of the unfeeling environment. What types of sights would her presence illuminate as her eyes stayed shut? No one but Von Kampfer could truthfully say for sure. . . if he decided to even tell the truth.
"Where's here? . . . Is the other place gone?"
Samantha didn't open her eyes, didn't move an inch from where she stood.
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Post by Luka on Jul 25, 2008 20:27:14 GMT -5
"Obviously." was the mage's only reply as he strode forward, his boots thudding quietly against carpet. He moved toward the other half of the room which remained seperated from the other half by a heavy curtain. The tall man did not move to part the curtain though and simply stood in front of it. A hand moved to his chest once more as he dipped his chin down. "My Lord...Forgive me if I disturb you." he spoke quietly. "Are you awake?...I've brought someone to see you. Someone who might prove useful to your current predicament."
There was a rustle of cloth from behind the curtain as well as what sounded like a quiet reply.
"As you wish."
It was then that Isaak stepped aside to where a single thin rope hang. With a simple tug the drapes were successfully drawn back, revealing in all his splendor the man concealed behind them.
The very presence of the being behind the cloth seemed to lend light to the very room itself, as if the candles burned brighter with only his gaze upon their flickering flames. His long platinum blond hair spilled around his thin shoulders, the faint golden color almost at odds with his pale skin. His ocean blue eyes gazed languidly from behind thick lashes, the flickering light glinting off his iris' as he slowly blinked. Despite the two obvious wings that hung limply from his back and off the sides of the chair he reclined in, everything about the man implied that he was nothing short of an angel. His tranquil beauty and seeming love for the color white was entirely at odds with the bloodthirsty terrorist cult that lay at his beck and call.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 25, 2008 21:14:11 GMT -5
The girl still remained utterly closed in upon herself until she heard a certain selection of words pass from the lips of Isaak. He had just called someone 'My Lord' when she had begun to get the impression he answered to no one at all. For a Senior member of this club like him to call someone 'Lord', it could only be one person. The person Helga had spoken so highly of even before bringing her to the very first clubhouse. In fact, he was the one she looked foreward to meeting the most. . .which led to her eyes finally opening.
What green eyes that sparkled with vitality revealed to her, did not dissapoint.
Before her was the most beautiful thing she had seen her entire lifetime. Perhaps the fact she had been exposed to nothing but attractive men was the only thing which kept her from fainting at the sight of him. The girl did not even realize heat had rushed to her face in the first blush of her life. His hair would now be the refference her psyche used whenever her eyes spotted something platinum, she would only call it 'the color of my lord's hair' until taught strictly enough to use the word platinum.
Everything else about him seemed too perfect to be real and yet. . . he looked so broken. It was likely when that specific detail about him caught her eye that sh came out of a daze. The girl would likely be lucky to have escaped staring at him like that without punishment. Or some other type of terrible wrath. Knowing who this had to be she quickly kneeled down, just barely avoiding one of the many toys. Bowing was not enough for him in the green-haired girl's still learning psyche. Whether he cared or not, the Krusnik had made quite the first impression upon her that would likely last an eternity.
". . .M-my Lord. . ."
Samantha found herself unable to put into words what she wanted to say to him. What could she say to a beautiful creature like that which would even be worth his time? Compliments would do her no good with someone who had likely heard them all before. Helga had told her all these great things about him & after seeing him in person they surely had to be completely true. Every last thing Eis Hexe had said to her about the Contra Mundi. Perhaps the angelic man would realize this, letting his eyes stay the ocean blue that seemed to make her green eyes only sparkle more with hope. Cain could beckon her closer or anything that might make her feel a bit more worthy to be near him.
Or did she fill him with revulsion?
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Post by Luka on Jul 25, 2008 21:48:01 GMT -5
The man looked at Samantha with a quizzical expression before his face lit up in a gentle smile. It was true though that something about him gave off the air of being a broken man. Likely it was something that had happened so long ago that perhaps it wasn't even relevant in his mind anymore. Whatever it was though had left a scar so deep that it showed no matter what. The same sort of scar an angel would bear after he had fallen from grace.
He had not spoke yet though and remained silent as he rose from his seat. He strode carefully and quietly, making his way easily across the room straight toward the girl. The only thing that signified that he was even real was the faint rustling the hem of his pants made as it brushed over the carpet. It was also the only thing he was wearing at the moment, though his long hair served as a covering of sorts for his chest if that was a problem. What sections of his body that were on display though revealed him so be nearly flawless. Whatever problems he had likely dwelled on the inside.
"My name is Cain..." the angel spoke once he stood a short distance in front of the girl. His voice was quiet, a faint undeterminate accent playing through it. Something else played through it as well...something that could almost be called a languid lust of sorts. The lust of a man, or a creature, who needed nothing, yet desired everything.
He reached a pale hand out then, extending it palm up to the girl, as if offering to help her back to her feet.
"It's very nice to meet you."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 25, 2008 22:52:18 GMT -5
Samantha could hear him, hear the man she had come to admire so much by merely the sight of him. Just his visage along with a few words that made him sound like the most wonderful creature upon the earth. Each tiny noise of the carpet let her know that he was coming closer, ever closer to her. Part of the girl slowly started to feel she understood the emotions Helga had for this Angel. If it was not, then this green-haired girl felt something entirely unique for the nearly flawless being that moved toward her so gracefully.
He spoke, he had told her his name.
". . .M-my name is Samantha. . ."
That was all she felt had been allowed for her to do until he willed something more out of the girl. His voice was a song to her, though she had never heard music before. Just what might he plan for her destiny? Devouring her? Killing her would be such a cruel fate for someone so innocent. It might not even be a possbility with someone who seemed so atuned with the power of life. Pure nature, sheer creation. . . this green-haired girl which stood before Cain in awe was some force that was of the world but moved as though she wasn't. Deep down that was her very essence.
"It's very nice to meet you."
No one had ever warned her that her heart could actually skip beats under the right circumstances. Cain's words that were spoken with such a languid lust only fed what might turn out to be a fatal fantasy. Of all the possible things he could have said, he had decided to say what would mean the most to her. For this young woman had looked foreward to meeting him ever since Eis Hexe had finished her praise of him which now went hand in hand with his appearance in her psyche.
"It's very nice to meet you, too."
Only after she was standing again did the newest member of the RKO speak up again. Every bit of her voice seemed to give away that her heart was fluttering. Like reading an open book that had come with pretty pictures inside. But to even reach this point she had taken his hand gratefully at the small offer of physical contact as the blush which painted her cheeks refused to leave. Different types of feelings were being repressed within so that the girl could keep herself from any type of embarassment.
As a result of her direct physical touch, the Krusnik might feel something attempt passing from her hand into his. It would heal anything wrong with that hand, re-creating anything which had been destroyed. Luck just might dictate that she needed to survive. Not that it seemed to matter in the least to Samantha, who had managed to loose herself almost entirely in his ocean blue eyes.
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Post by Luka on Jul 26, 2008 2:37:10 GMT -5
It seemed that Von Kampfer's instincts had proved true. At least at this point in time.
The Krusnik's gaze turned to a curious one as he kept his hand were it was, allowing the girl's own hand to linger also. After a moment he raised it in front of his face, slowly flexing his long slender fingers as if in awe of his own motor skills. His voice was quiet as he replied to her.
"Thank you very much, Samantha....I appreciate it. Unfortunately..." His soft tone was tinged with notes of sadness though when he raised his other arm to hold it out in front of himself...only to have the very limb seperate itself from the rest of his body from the elbow down. There was no blood, no gore or scream of pain. Merely a seperation.
The limb hit the carpet with a dull thud, the perfect section of flesh looking more like it had been hewn from porcelain or the finest marble rather than blood and sinew. His blue eyes gazed down at the limb with pity.
"I fear that perhaps your name may be all I learn of you."
Was the Enemy of the World actually admitting that his time on this world was limited? Was such a perfect being actually not as omniscient as he appeared to be?
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Post by Adrian on Jul 26, 2008 3:12:30 GMT -5
Samantha's expression had stayed hopeful while the Contra Mundi had started to flex his hand. Truth be told she had not understood right away why he looked at it so curiously. But the sadness which picked away at what should have made her even happier only brought some kind of depressing feelings. Ones that weighed down her normally bouyant attitude, making her only sense that broken aura from him all the more.
"M-my Lord! NO!"
The green-haired girl cried out in shok as she watched this being whom she so admired fall apart before her very eyes. It just wasn't fair! Not after she had actually been brought here just to meet him. Isaak had actually trusted her enough to bring someone like her who was new to the club all the way here to meet their leader. Someone who Helga had told her about, that Eis Hexe admired. Letting him perish without doing a single thing for him would be completely unacceptable. All of this unpredicted resposibility started weighing down upon her shoulders, bringing tears to her eyes as emotion started to overwhelm her understanding of respectable personal space.
"You're not going anywhere yet! I just met you!"
With those words of innocent sentiment that should have come from an eight year old, she literally flung herself at Cain. Despite everything that would likely come after Samantha, threaten her very life for what she had just done. . .she did it anyway. The Green-haired girl had no idea that she possessed feelings for someone who was called the Enemy of the World. All she knew him by was Cain, 'My Lord', or Contra Mundi. Not to mention she had no idea what Contra Mndi event meant. . . and it would probably be a good idea to never let her find out anytime soon.
Both arms were wrapped around him securely, which left both hands resting somewhere on his unclothed upper-body. Maybe touching his platinum hair if it was long enough. Her young face was pressed against his bare, perfect chest as tears started to come out of her eyes. Ones with powers & properties she might never know the full extent of her entire life. They made contact with the Krusnik's body directly, leaving quite a few options for aggressive expansion open as she unconsciously wished for his condition to become better.
Very softly, one might hear her whispering his name over & over again.
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Post by Luka on Jul 26, 2008 4:09:58 GMT -5
The thin tether of darkness that kept Cain's limb attached to his body moved, as if something pumped through it. Luckily this time it didn't make any horrid noises as the tendril brought his limb back to his body, reeling it in until the seperated sections of flesh were joined together. Like an invisible sculptor was at work the seam of skin knit together until it was impossible to tell that it had even been anything other than a whole limb.
"Thank you again, Samantha. It's nice to know someone cares."
It was a few moments before he spoke again.
"Do you know what fate is?"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 27, 2008 1:15:29 GMT -5
His voice broke apart the repetition of his own name, causing the girl to look up at him again with lively green eyes. Both cheeks were wet from fresh tears which had been spilt upon his bare chest. Never one to miss large details, part of her left eye caught sight of the limb re-attaching itself to the man's body. Just what kind of man could pull himself back together like that anyway? Obviously this girl had no full reckoning of what her 'power' truly was yet. . .perhaps it explained her expression.
"I don't think I've been alive long enough to understand."
Someone keen enough might be able to tell Samantha was accepting praise so easily since it was coming from Cain.
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Post by Luka on Jul 27, 2008 1:32:52 GMT -5
There was a slight pressure of fingertips as they touched Samantha's back. Not in any obscene way, but likely in a small returning gesture of the girl's affections or a way to make sure her attention was completely on him. The Krusnik's gentle eyes gazed down into hers directly, his tone that of a teacher.
"Fate, in a nutshell, is pre-destiny. A path you have in life that is set even before you are old enough to think for yourself, a purpose...if you believe in fate, you believe that everything you experience and everything you do and everyone you meet...was meant to happen."
His eyebrows raised slightly. "Do you understand?"
The man's thin lips curved in a soft smile. "I believe in fate."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 27, 2008 1:44:34 GMT -5
Her eyes slightly widened in realization.
"So you. . . think I, that meeting you was meant to happen?"
There was no need to try seizing her attention any further, but he had done so anyway. Cain literally had her in the palm of his hand. Well the working one anyway; which she had repaired to that point. Regardless she listened intently to every word, as was obviously by her reply. Smiling at her only won Samantha over even more into whatever scheme he might be cooking up at the moment.
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Post by Luka on Jul 27, 2008 1:54:51 GMT -5
It was then that his view of her was cut off by the hand that was attached the the limb that had just rejoined the rest of him. His slender fingers moved in a slow wriggle.
"How else can it be explained?" Cain let his hand drop back down to his side. "I think you may have been the one I have been waiting for...someone to complete me. To complete Us."
Which in a way may have been true. There was no one in the RKO whose realm reached into the land of the Living, who could speak to Mother Earth herself without first corrupting her.
"Would you like to continue helping me, Samantha? Would you like to help me renew the world?"
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