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| Icarus | Apr 3 2009, 12:48 PM Post #1 |
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"... Sarah?" "What?" "I think Hiro is just a little to easy to spot in a crowd." "... Yeah, maybe a little." "More than a little, right? I mean, you and I can walk around the school without a problem, but Hiro always needs to be carried in. It's a little degrading for him, isn't it?" "I dunno, probably." "How did he get that body, anyway? I thought he had a Vessel." "He did, but the Vessel got the hots for a Holy Elemental user, which doused Hiro's hold on him. They had to find a way to seperate before the Vessel died." "Oh." "Yeah." "... What did they do?" "... I don't really remember." "Why not?" "Because I'm not his fucking nanny, alright? Don't bug me about things that aren't my problem." "Whatever, I'll just ask him." "You do that." In the darkness, a lithe form slid out from underneath the blankets of a bed and slipped his shirt back on, movements smooth and silent as a serpent gliding through murky waters. "Thanks for the fun, lemme know when you wanna go again." "Sure." A door creaked open, and the gloom spilled out into even more impenetrable gloom. The oppressive darkness was enjoyed by the flat's inhabitants, though sometimes it made conversations a pain. "About time you two finished screwing around." The voice was monstrously deep, like the sound of two boulders grinding together in the pits of some abyssal pit. In the blackness, the sound of rustling feathers could be heard from a corner of the main room. "Har har, jackass," came the sarcastic reply. The wiry form gave a sniff, then padded bare-foot into the kitchen area and opened the refridgerator. The light had been removed long ago, but the young man seemed to be able to search for his prey easily enough. "Something smells good... but where the hell is it?" "I feel sorry for you two." "Oh, really? And why is that?" "You require nourishment to sustain those mortal frames of yours, and sleep as well. I require neither of those." A bass drum chuckle ground on Malcolm's nerves, and elicited a caustic reply. "You're right, but the sensations from a good fuck makes up for the lot of it, don't you agree? Oh, wait, that's right, you don't have a dick." "Corporeal pleasures are meaningless compared the thrill of hunting prey." "Translation: 'I can't get it up, so I scare the crap out of people for shits n' giggles.'" There was no verbal response, but Malcolm could feel the air in Hiro's direction grow heavy with his annoyance with the young man's quips. Of course, this only drove Malcolm to continue their conversation. "'Course, that's what you get for taking over a dead body, you can't sleep, you can't enjoy tastes or smells, and you don't even have the drive to score a little tail every now and then." "I do not desire any of those things." "Liar." A lack of reply was all the vindication Malcolm needed. "How'd you get that body anyway?" "Shoutarou was involved with a Holy Elemental, which strengthened his soul to the point that I was almost crushed. To prevent this, I began siphoning strength from his body, which drove him to find a way to seperate us." "Yeah, I know all that. How'd you DO it, s'what I'm asking." "Onyx and I found a book called the Sen no Akushin Seisho." "Bible of a Thousand Black Souls?" "Yes." "Sounds like a shitty death metal album." "Inside it, we found a ritual, and by performing it I was transfered into the body of the corpse we had obtained. Like Sarah, I changed the body to mimic my original posessive form." "No, Sarah changed the body to what she wanted." Malcolm could feel Hiro's eyes boring into his head, yet he ignored the stare. "Jesus H. Christ, don't you two ever talk to each other?" "Why didn't you change then?" "'Cuz I didn't want to. This body is a good height, thin, strong, and damn sexy. What needs to change?" Hiro fell silent as he pondered Malcolm's words. "I have been here longer than the two of you combined. How could I have missed this?" "Well, we're Hollowed, and you never were. If Sarah wanted to change the color of her hair, she could. If I wanted darker skin, I'd change that right now." "I've attempted to change, and met with only failure." "You're body's dead, dumbass. Our hair grows, our skin is constantly replenished, and as a result we can change our looks. Of course, to do that, we have to rest and feed our bodies to make them possible." "It seems as if the effort of maintenance out-weighs the aesthetic versatility." "Yeah, but those little things called senses are a fantastic thing." Malcolm paused as he lifted his nose and sniffed again. "Dammit, if Sarah's hiding food from me, I'm gonna be hella pissed." Hiro growled with annoyance. "It's not food, whelp. Someone close is experiencing guilt." This time, it was Malcolm's turn to look questioningly at Hirotarou. "Seriously?" "Yes. You've caught the scent of someone feeling guilty. It draws you in, and since it's straight from the source, it gives you a small boost in power." Malcolm hesitated, as if unsure if the large creature was being sincere, then he looked away and inhaled deeply. "Fuck... It smells like Absinthe tastes... Can't you smell it?" "No. I sense fear, and Sarah will eventually come to scent anger. Since her body was so emaciated upon taking it, her body needs time to adjust still. I can't scent, because my body, as you so helpfully pointed out, is dead and void of sensation." "I see... Wait, if you seperated yourself once into a dead body, why not just do it again into an almost dead one, like Sarah and me?" "... A poignant suggestion." "Yeah..." Malcolm inhaled again, and gave a shuddering exhale. "Damn that's good stuff. Get that book, and we'll get started tomorrow." Malcolm jogged lightly back to the room he had vacated only a moment ago, just as someone in the room below them started screaming at the top of their lungs. Hiro heard a deep intake of breath, and Malcolm paused at the doorway. "You too?" "Like a super-sweet Screwdriver. What is it?" "It's great, ain't it?" "Yeah, now less talk, more sex." Malcolm slammed the door behind him, leaving Hirotarou alone to ponder the strange revalations that had come upon him. After only a few minutes alone in the blackness, he turned and mounted a set of stairs that lead to the roof. The cold early spring air meant nothing to the hulking mass of muscle as he emerged from the dark of the room below into the starless, overcast night. He approached the edge of the roof with his wings folded against his back and his arms crossed over his chest. "Perhaps it would be agreeable to cast off this mortal shell." |
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| Drake | Apr 4 2009, 05:20 PM Post #2 |
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On the rooftop was a demon named Drake sitting. He has grown bored of the modern human world and not to forget annoyed by the honor less and selfish humans. Even blood that flows in their veins has become tasteless and blant instead of sweet and exotic. "Over the course of the five hundred years that we've been here, Have the humans gone numb for their natural instinct and lazy because off all these technological advancements. Even the hunt for prey is not what it used to be." Drake said to hmself "That's because you have been lazy yourself and too soft. Should be afraid of you but instead they make fun of your appearance instead of killing them for that kind of insolence you ignore it. Oh and by the way old man, you've got company." Serap replied. Drake nodded hearing as the new guest didn't seem to be human so he answered his question. "Human flesh is weak and flame able." By saying that he only made a fireball so bright that made the sun look like a flash light. |
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| Icarus | Apr 4 2009, 05:55 PM Post #3 |
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The light flared so bright, it drew stares from the people down on the street, yet Hirotarou didn't even acknowledge the other entity's existence. His body was cast in stark relief against his shadow that was plastered firmly to the roof beneath his feet. He appeared to be in such a pensive mood that nothing could rouse him, yet after a moment, a small seed of familiarity was caught in the sharp steel teeth of his mind. "That voice..." Hiro turned his great horned head to stare with his black eyes at the demon just out of striking distance. It took him a moment, but recognition flooded his face in the form of a malicious smirk. "Been keeping in touch with the Mishagu clan lately? One was rumored to be having your baby. It wasn't my sweet little Jessica, was it?" He could hardly recall their time together anymore, but his brief period of weakness for the flame elemental was still a bitter pill that he refused to swallow. It had been the darkness inside her heart that drove her to him, but he recalled a short period where her loyalties wavered, though for whom had always been somewhat of a mystery. Perhaps he had been the dark figure keeping her from devoting herself to Fear? |
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| Drake | Apr 4 2009, 06:57 PM Post #4 |
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"Still dragging around that useless carcass Mr Fear?" Drake said sarcastically "And yup, that's my kid not forget that Jess is one fine piece off ass but i guess you never bothered to look let alone feel. Some human traditions are quiet enjoyable." "Who hell is this nut?" Serap asked Drake "Just something that calls itself Fear and jumps from one dead body to an other. I don't know why." Drake explained. "So, What brings you here? Is your current carcass starting to rot?" Drake asked chuckling. "So in fact he's either one of those gothic people or a zombie dude." He asked "He's some kind of dark entity or something like that." Drake replied as he just dropped the fireball that made quiet a mark on the sidewalk below. |
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| Icarus | Apr 6 2009, 10:30 AM Post #5 |
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"Still dragging around that useless carcass Mr. Fear?" Hirotarou ruffled his feathers, un-phased by Drake's useless taunts. This body had served him quite well in the few years he'd possessed it, but there was no emotional attachment to this lump of flesh. "And yup, that's my kid not forget that Jess is one fine piece off ass but i guess you never bothered to look let alone feel. Some human traditions are quiet enjoyable." Hirotarou smirked, showing off his ivory white, pointed teeth, the same sort of smile that often reminded people of a great shark about to launch into an assault of blood and mayhem. "She never told you, then? My poor black angel of fire... believe me, Drake, I looked, and I touched." His smile became malicious, as if he enjoyed revealing this information as a connoisseur might enjoy the taste of a fine caviar. "Even when she carried your child, she came to me for... shall we say, 'comfort.'" Though the fact stood that he no longer held any affection for the elemental girl, he could still remember the night the two of them flew together into battle against that damn fox and his friends, and when Onyx, traitorous disease that he is, devoured young Shoutarou like a Sunday dinner. That night was a glorious fare of death that Hirotarou simply couldn't help but to drink until he felt a heady sort of bliss settle in his soul. "So, What brings you here? Is your current carcass starting to rot?" His words brought him back from the black abyss of his memories, and instead got the creature into a thinking mood. "In a sense, perhaps. This pound of flesh lacks certain aspects that my fellows find enjoyable, which leads me to believe that a... change of venue is in order." He was refering to obtaining a new body, though the meaning might be lost on the demon if he hadn't been paying attention. |
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| Drake | Apr 8 2009, 03:57 PM Post #6 |
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Drake laughed and answered "My poor little zombie, I guess she didn't you but allot of people looked and "touched" her. So don't worry your not special and whatever rocks your boat buddy. I guess you needed a hug because living in the darkness sure must be lonely. I'm pretty sure that you have a answer to that to." Drake looked right at him with a bored look "This look means that i don't give a fuck what you did or want to do. A little advice, Next time pick a living body they tend to last longer then a dead and not to forget they don't stink as much as dead ones do." Drake said fooling around with little fire symbols that he drew in the air. "Hey gonna get ya, better hide." Serap said sarcastically Drake chuckled because of that comment. |
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| Icarus | Apr 13 2009, 02:44 PM Post #7 |
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"My poor little zombie, I guess she didn't you but allot of people looked and "touched" her." Hirotarou could tell that speaking of the young Mishagu girl wouldn't get the rise from the demon he wanted, so instead he simply looked away, disappointed. "So don't worry your not special and whatever rocks your boat buddy. I guess you needed a hug because living in the darkness sure must be lonely. I'm pretty sure that you have a answer to that to." Actually, he did, but he just ignored the jab. He also didn't see the look Drake gave him, so what he said next was lost on the Emote. "This look means that i don't give a fuck what you did or want to do. A little advice, Next time pick a living body they tend to last longer then a dead and not to forget they don't stink as much as dead ones do." The idea caught on one of the many hooks that composed Hirotarou's mind, and his eyes squinted as he pondered the subject. "I had been thinking of just such a problem, my ill-tempered friend. Sarah and Malcolm have fucked almost every night, while I satisfy my urges by hunting and feeding. It was not until tonight that I begin to wonder if I may be missing out..." He noticed that Drake had been performing some kind of minor ritual or spell, which prompted a response from Hirotaoru. "Demon. What do you enjoy of eternal life? What is the purpose?" |
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| Drake | Apr 16 2009, 10:39 AM Post #8 |
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"Hunting is fun but only for a couple hundred years after that it just gets boring. Even though humans have a short life span they do know how to fill up that short time. In other words there are thing that can be quiet enjoyable such as the pleasure of flesh or in your terms fucking is nice once in awhile. There are plenty of other things then just hunting. And for me i've seen civilizations rise and fall that was quiet enjoyable also seeing the world is a good occupation." Drake replied. "Not to forget that every culture has their own occult spells and rituals. too make a long story short, There are numerous of things that you can do. You just need to find. I haven't seen everything even though i have been around for more then five hundred years." He explained. |
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