Ira
Alien
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Post by Ira on Dec 4, 2012 18:20:10 GMT -6
Wakanda watched them go off, shaking her head. These people here were so strange. She looked back towards Revan and nodded as he pointed in the direction he pointed. Finally, she addressed the sword once more; "Then what shall I do with you?" With the question asked she gave another question to Revan. "Et may be best ef we split up. One to the hospital, and one of us...Well. Out here, I think be best. I will stay out here and do what I can for those I find. Ef need be, I go to hospital to take people. Perhaps ef you go to hospital, you can tell them what we know of et. Though, I think they may know what we know. But at least one of us there will be helpful, more than likely."
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Post by Queen Lori on Dec 4, 2012 19:10:22 GMT -6
Upon hearing that the Queen wanted to see him Tony Stark left his office with Jarvis and made his way to the throne room. On the way one of his boils decided to pop on the side of his neck and ooze on down to his shoulder. "Oh, great. Pop on your own, don't let me stop you."Tony grabbed a tissue from his pocket to catch the oozing, keeping that with the intent of running it under a microscope later as he finally made it inside the throne room and guards escorted him into the Queen's royal chambers where she was stuck to her bed with nurses and a oxygen tank nearby. "My Queen."Tony bowed his head in respect, waiting for Lori to speak. "Stark..."
Lori turned to her side, keeping the oxygen mask close to her face and only removing it when she needed to vomit. The nurses had tried to feed her all morning doing their best not to breathe in the sick air with their masks covering their faces. But they too started to show boils over their bodies. While on her side the Queen kept her glance on Stark, speaking slowly to keep the pain at bay.
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Post by sebastian on Dec 4, 2012 19:12:17 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
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[/center] Walking down the alleyway, he knew fell well Maricul wasn't going to just give up and leave him be. But he had given her a chance, he had given her numerous chances. Next time she crossed him, he would become less of a pacifist and engage her in battle. He was weakened, but she was afflicted by the Plague. It would be no trouble for him to kill her on the spot, or else spread the so-called essence to her and amuse himself with the results. The large bird raised its head and cried out again, that shrill voice echoing through the semi-darkness of the alleyway. The demon chuckled under his breath, and stroked it again. "So rambunctious... What has you on edge?" And then, he picked up the scent... The achingly familiar smell of his recently deceased master. Everything was driven from his mind at the whiff. On instinct, he sprang sideways, concealing himself behind a protrusion of a wall. The crow spread its wings and took flight, the spell the demon held over it broken by the sudden distraction. He remained on the other side of the wall, refusing to look over in the direction from which the scent had come; struggling to process what was going on. Integra... Was gone... Why would her scent be here? Why did that sense of being near his master suddenly act up; when she was held in the black hands of Death? Why could he pick up that smell of of smoke which had always lingered about her? He pressed himself against the wall, lowering his head and closing his eyes in anguish, completely confused as the affects of the Nightmare continued to tear at the strings of his mind. Perhaps he simply desired her to still be alive to the point he had just hallucinated... That would make sense... But hallucinations didn't last... He could still feel that presence nearby...  And then a light seemed to click in his head. Someone was playing a prank on him... Taking on her identity, mocking her existence, insulting him... Rubbing in the fact that he had lost the soul he had been promised through his contract. The woman's voice echoed through the alleyway, speaking his name; or what had been his name. Had he not just thrown it aside? He had no master, he had no name. But all the same, he moved out from behind the wall; and faced the figure at the back of the alleyway, fists clenched at his sides as a dark rage boiled within the depths of his eyes. "How dare you... Pretending to be her, insulting her memory..." A violent shudder rippled up the length of his body as his voice snarled out; seething with the suppressed rage. "Sir Integra is dead... You are a fool to think you can go gallivanting around, disguised as a dead woman..." Insanity was quite evident in his burning glare now, he truly believed this to be some foolish bastard who was mocking him; just as that spider demon had mocked him when Ciel Phantomhive had been lost. The savage smile which was saturated with a vengeful malice had returned to his face. "And now, I shall kill you for your mockery..."He took a step toward the doppelganger, only to freeze as his eyes followed the motion she made toward her face. More of his blood dripped onto the ground around him when his wounds reopened as he took a few steps back, the crazed light in his eyes reaching a peak, and then starting to fade. Could it be...? Was she... Really alive? But then... Hallowton... The Plague... His own rage... If this was truly his master; his living, breathing, contracted human... The demon stopped backing away, watching with a growing resolve in his confused look as the eye patch was removed. Yes, there it was... His mark... That was something which no one could imitate to disguise oneself as his master, he would not have felt the bond had it been a fake. There was no one this could be... Except Sir Integra... Then the command was given, and sudden agony ripped across the back of his hand. He raised it to eye level, rolling the edge of the glove back enough to see part of his own symbol; glowing brightly with that violet glow as usual when an order was given.  Sebastian took slow steps toward her, almost as if he were in a daze. He wasn't even sure if he existed anymore, but he knew one thing... Right now, he wished he didn't. Just seeing her standing there, smoking her cigar, disregarding the fact that she too was infected... Her voice had been soft, and something about that was more intimidating than if she had started to yell; not that the infection would have allowed her to raise her voice. He came to a halt standing before her, a stray dog returning to its rightful owner. He had made an terrible mistake, one that he would never be able make up for or put right. He could smell her delectable soul, she was definitely alive. And yet he had believed her to be dead; and allowed his self-control to slip. But somewhere beneath his clashing emotions, he was glad to see she was alive. He had gone against the contract, and yet it remained intact. And he would accept the consequences of his actions. He knew now that this had all been Legion's doing, her explanation of the Essence had been to create living nightmares... His nightmare was to lose his master,so he had lived that nightmare; and still lived in it... That in itself was making him reluctant to take his prize, whenever Integra's true Doomsday came about. Perhaps she would be one of few masters whose soul he would not take, simply because he knew it was no longer rightfully his; due to his utter failure here. He had strayed too far this time, and allowed insanity to rule his actions. But whether she kept her soul in the end or not, she was his master; and he would serve her as the contract dictated. He was going to give no excuses now either. The Plague was his doing, and Integra would know that through the contract. There was no excuse, and there was no attempted apology to be given; there would be no forgiveness. She intimidated him and had long ago earned his full respect. She ruled him now, whether he gained her soul in the end or not; and he would continue to willingly serve her. That was his rightful place after all, to kneel at her feet and await judgement; like the obedient dog he was. The demon swayed unsteadily as weariness began to set in while he looked down at her. Then he slumped to the ground in an awkward kneel as his blood continued to flow. "M... My Lord... You're alive..." He managed to whisper as his head bowed before her sheer presence. He visibly trembled, reduced as he was before her. "Explain myself..." For a moment, he considered straight out lying, coming up with a tale on the spot to back up what he had done. Was it fear which gave him a desire to not speak the truth to his own master? Perhaps it was... He had never felt fear before, so he wouldn't know. But he did know one thing... Integra would know what he had done, but not why. It would be no challenge at all to make something up. However... His consideration of dishonesty lasted little more than a second. Integra was his master, it went against both the contract and his own personal morals to lie to the one who bore his mark. Any other demon in his position would have most likely risen and fled, or otherwise lied or become violent. But not him... He was different from the rest of his kind... She had made her sacrifice, regardless of the risks it entailed. And thus, he was her property in turn. Lying was out of the question. "I lack self-control in the face of losing my master... I believed you to be lost... I leveled the manor in my anguish, and unleashed this Plague in my fury... But of course... You already know this... There is no more explanation, nor will there be excuses... I kneel at your feet now, as is my rightful place..." A weak smile crossed his bloodied features. He was simply relieved that she continued to live, no matter what she was about to do to him... Throughout it all, he would simply appreciate the fact she was alive and able to carry out her actions.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "It's... Really my master..."
Feelings ► Relieved and resigned to his fate.
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Marvel Universe on Dec 4, 2012 21:25:24 GMT -6
"We've been infected by a bacteria that causes problems with breathing and boils on the body. It's similar to an epidemic in my world's history known as the Black Plague, but worse."
Tony leaned against his cane more for support, feeling his body slowly get weaker as time went on. Though he knew it was ill-advised he really wanted a drink right about now. But he'd have to deal with a dry mouth as he struggled to breathe on his own.
"It's treatable but I need time to study the bacteria. If it's anything like my plague then it's being carried by animals on the streets. Doesn't help that it appears to be airborne already. If we don't get this place quarantined soon it's going to start traveling to the rest of the continent."
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Post by Queen Lori on Dec 5, 2012 0:37:26 GMT -6
"Bacteria...?"
After surviving attack, after attack, after attack by vampires and demon clans. An invasion by the Crimson Vulture, an assault by a demon army, two large sea creatures, floods and a bomb going off at the center of town. After all of that the thing that finally grounds them was a bacteria? Lori's anger at this news was apparent by simply looking into her eyes. Though she couldn't express her anger as she would have liked due to lack of breath, the Queen expressed her anger through her facial expressions. Her dark brown eyes telling the story.
"Stark... Get to work immediately... I... will not... be beaten... by bacteria..." |
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Post by Integra Hellsing on Dec 5, 2012 3:34:22 GMT -6
Integra looked at Sebastian in silence through the haze of her cigar. His smile did not amuse her. Her eyes pierced daggers into him; she inhaled deeply one final time before crushing the remainder of the thing beneath her boot.
''Well-trained dogs know self-control.'' She stated plainly, breathing smoke around him. The words were spat with such deep-seated and contained wrath there was little doubt that smoke would have filtered through her lungs regardless of if she had held a cigar. ''I have to admit I was always curious as to what you would do after my death.'' She mused coldly, fists clenched at her side.
''Now I know.''
The punch struck him square across the jaw. Blood visibly oozed from the boils on her face and through the glove on her hand. The pain was excruciating, enough to put a man in shock but she would have none of it. Sebastian had her undivided attention, and that was something many people had never survived.
''You spat on us and violated our agreement. Your actions usurped the name of Hellsing - my name - across all of Jherra, and went against every single one of our principles!'' She bellowed. ''A dog would be so lucky to accomplish any of this even if he went rabid; a dog would be put down and allowed to die with dignity.''
Alucard had often mocked himself as a dog to Hellsing. A fitting motto for the monster that had been the No-Life-King under her service. Even in his most deranged state, and without the same limitations as the Faustian contract, Alucard had never betrayed the Hellsing name to the same extent as her current butler. A fact, she believed, was all but too well known to Sebastian. She took a moment to let the words sink in.
''And you - you have proven yourself to be the shoddiest of tools.'' She continued coyly. ''You are as insubordinate as your are foolish if you even begin to think bending the knee and bowing your head in shame even begins to excuse any of your actions!''
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Post by Byakko Furaribi on Dec 5, 2012 9:21:12 GMT -6
Questas grunted. There was too much vibrant energy here, and it was disturbing the blade. Grief, anger, and so forth. Normally so much pain would be a joy, but with all that had happened and the demons weakened state it was... uncomfortable. "Do what you will. I need to... retreat within myself... And with those cryptic words the blade fell silent and the red shimmer that danced across it faded to grey. |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 5, 2012 10:35:33 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
dyes your chest the same [color]
[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size] ________________________________
[/center] Her rage was something he hadn't experienced before, not on this level, with any of his previous masters. Oh yes, making them angry wasn't a rare occurance on his part; he had even gone out of his way to cause trouble in the past; simply to see what they would do. But this... This was a woman he wouldn't have dared to purposely piss off. He had chosen his master well this time, Sir Integra was by far... The most interesting contract bearer yet, even more so than that boy. This had to be what fear felt like, he had never thought that he'd experience that emotion. But it seemed that Legion's Nightmare had made him more human than he'd thought possible. Her face would swim before his eyes for a moment, and he could picture a little smile on her face as she amused herself with his position. With his mental bond to Integra, she may or may not have just seen the face as well. He couldn't be sure, but he forced himself to ignore that mental image for now. Speaking of Legion would be an excuse, and he would make none. He would listen with a stony silence as her voice rose the longer she spoke, her wrath would wash over him and send a chill up his spine. Each word would sink into him like a thorn, yet another injury to his pride as a Faustian Demon. He had lost all control here, something which should never have happened. Demons truly were vile creatures... So focused on their food that losing that meal caused some real problems... But surely, Integra would know one thing... As he was her servant, his actions in the end were her fault. She had been the one to set him against an unknown foe, which had toyed with his mind. And she had been unable to control her dog when his leash came loose. Every death caused by his Plague was truly on her shoulders. Usurped her name indeed... He could only assume that was part of her rage, the fact that so many had died as a result of her own failure. However, that would do nothing to make him feel less guilty. When her fist met his face, the pain was incredible. Normally, such a strike from a human would have passed unnoticed. But as it was his contracted master, the contract itself nulled his self defense; and he could feel the pain, coupled with the pain of his own failure. Some hell of a butler he was now... His body shuddered as he was struck, and the kneel was broken as he sunk still lower to his hands and knees. Blood began to drip down his face again as his head wound reopened. To be reduced in such a way to a human... How humiliating... But to be reduced by this human... What an honor...  When she fell silent for a moment, he finally responded. "Then I am not a well-trained dog." He said simply, his voice quiet and barely audible. "I am a monster, demons are not trained by humans. Tell me, have you ever tamed a demon?" He knew she had "tamed" vampires, but demons... No... Defeated and destroyed; but tamed and made to willingly serve her... That was not something just any demon would accept over death itself. He was a rare exception to that. "Had you died in the way our deal dictated, I would have quietly taken my leave; and none of this would have happened. But I thought our deal to be breached, and so this is the result. A broken deal does not sit well with me." He was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. To say what he was about to say would be his own self-punishment, this situation called for it. Integra had, after all, ordered him at the beginning to punish himself when he slipped up. "Yes, I violated our agreement... In turn, I have forfeited my right to your side of the deal. I may not be trained, but I am at least honest; and I know when I lose my claim on the final day. What happens in the end will be entirely up to you, my lord. But to the end, I will remain your servant... I will not stray again..." He still had no idea if anyone but Integra was near enough to hear his words, but that was why he spoke carefully; so as not to reveal anything about their contract, or what the terms were. Integra would know what he was saying, and he hoped she would take pleasure from the fact he was vowing his service to her now, without hope of reward. His claim on her soul had gone, and he accepted it; however much he hated the fact that he could very well be losing that quality soul he so desired. But the fact that he served someone like Integra was reward enough for him, despite what that service entailed or took away from him. ''You are as insubordinate as your are foolish if you even begin to think bending the knee and bowing your head in shame even begins to excuse any of your actions!"Those words caused some amusement, though he made sure to not show it. Integra was already enraged enough. He was already on his hands and knees, the lowest of the low before her. And she seemed to think he wanted to be excused... That was what so amused him. No, he was as close to "tame" as a demon could go. And that included quietly bearing punishment and doing what he could to even begin righting his wrong. "Master, do you honestly think I expect to be excused? Not at all... I said there would be no excuses, my lack of control is not excusable in any way. I am well aware that there will be no forgiveness; that this is only the beginning... Insubordinate, she said... That was laughable, he was more submissive to her authority than anyone. But Integra was being a fool now, allowing her anger to come before the fact that she was infected, and needed to be seen to. Hopefully, she wouldn't be further angered by his next words. "But perhaps... It would be best if you allowed me to cure this Plague, before you continue... Every second that is wasted here results in more unneeded suffering, more death... You yourself are in need of care..." She would understand that he wasn't trying to set up an escape route for himself. She would be aware that he had no intention of fleeing under the cover story of "curing" the illness. He would not lie to her, nor would he run with his tail between his legs. Even if he had wanted to run, he would not have been able to. She would easily be able to find him again, and would have still more reason to vent her wrath. He could not betray her, not knowingly at least; the Contract guaranteed that. He knew how to end this Plague as quickly as he had started it, and he would do so. Then he would return to prostrate himself at her feet, as was his place.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "What now..."
Feelings ► Uncertain
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Ayen on Dec 5, 2012 12:20:29 GMT -6
His five minutes were up and Maricul was off after him again. She was sure she had waited a sufficient amount of time for the butler to believe he was no longer being followed. The effects of the plague on her body had slowed her down however, turning that five minutes head start into a six minutes head start as she closed in on Sebastian's location. Smelling a second scent by his side. An all too familiar one.
Master!
It looked like Integra had already beaten Maricul to finding Sebastian. Dropping down into the alleyway they were currently in Maricul instantly kneeled before her master's presence the second she touched the ground, head bowed and eyes fixated on the ground.
“Forgive me, Master. I had to make sure Sebastian wasn't aware he was being followed. It seems I am a minute off.” |
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Saephara
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Post by Saephara on Dec 5, 2012 13:16:42 GMT -6
It had been an hour since Saephara had arrived back at home. She had given up her chase of the butler in favor of seeking help. She had thought of possibly two tomes she could find answers within to have a way of fixing this debacle. She would not let some demon having a temper tantrum have his way with the citizens of her hometown. Too many were already gone and even more were passing into the afterlife. She could hear their souls crying out to her for assistance but she sadly had to close her hears to their sorrowful calls. If she could save the rest so that this wonderful place could survive, she was going to do so even if.... She found herself staring through the dusty windows, her concentration pulled by the images of death. She had not ever seen so much in one place and quite frankly it terrified her. But that terror is what pushed her past her fears into unknown territory. The room was softly lit with a small lamp she had found in the hallway closet. Legs were crossed as she sat on the floor and she could feel them falling asleep slowly. Her eyes looked down at the old pages in front of her. This book had been one of two she found earlier in the day with the strange symbol on the cover. It read of demons and other dark creatures, describing them and what they may possibly be able to do with their abilities. Scanning through she still hadn't seen anything that matched Sebastian and she was growing more and more frustrated. Closing it, she set it aside and grabbed the next book. Her breath caught as she got a clearer image of the symbol on the soft leather. It matched the seal that she bore on her chest. All of a sudden, her heart raced and her hands shook. Would the contents of the book in her very hands contain the answer? As her fingertips brushed the symbol, a jolt of electricity coursed throughout her body. It was simply exciting to finally see something to explain this accursed mark on her chest. It was painfully placed by her late mother and she was never told anything about it. Nonetheless, Sae was going to figure it out. Tentatively, she opened the cover and saw...... Nothing. Absolutely nothing but the grain of the page graced her with its presence. Disappointment was a dousing cold on the excitement she felt and she sighed. What a waste it was to have such hopes on a old book like this. She moved to close it when she saw ink appear on the page, scrolling letters trailing along the page in an intricate manner. When all appeared, she quickly flipped through to see if anything else had come to surface. Nothing. She simply sighed and went back to that first page. There was only one sentence on it: In order to receive...you must always give. What do you wish to give? As her eyes scrolled over the information, she felt a change within her. Something deep inside was trying to reach out, to break out of a hardened shell that had been in place for nearly two decades. Her seal pulsed viciously and Sae suddenly dropped the book to the ground backing away. That dreaded darkness writhed within her activated by the words of the book and she fought it, moving around the room. Her leg hit the corner of the table and she cursed aloud, the pain moving through her. It was as if it was eating her from the inside and the more she fought it, the worse the pain got and the worse her clarity got. Opening one pained eye, Sae looked down at the one sentence splashed across the page. She had to give? Taking a breath, she stood still and closed her eyes. Very well then...I will give in...[/color] As the words echoed through her subconscious, the darkness broke through the shell and overtook her, whispering through her being. Narrowed deep violet eyes stared at her from the darkness. 'So you wish for more power? So be it. One part of your seal shall be broken and thus I will be one step closer to being free.' Within an instant, the cold depths receded into it's newly formed cage and Sae opened her eyes. So finally that is what it looks like. It had held a female's voice as the words it spoke wrapped around her thoughts. Looking down onto her chest, she saw what it had meant. Her darkened seal had changed shape and gotten smaller on her skin. "So when it disappears then it'll be released, then?" she muttered aloud. She walked over to her clothes and grabbed a replacement black billowing coat to pull over her tank top. Next were the knee-high black heeled boots and finally her sunglasses. It was still light out, just enough that she would need them. Deciding on no helmet and walking with purpose she snatched her keys from the side table and made her way to the bike once more. Before climbing on, she paused for a moment to take a deep breath of the air, expecting to cough afterwards. Nothing. No cough, no pain. So she did get what she wanted...a greater healing ability. It wasn't a cure for the Plague that still ravaged the city but now at least she had something more to work with. Remembering the feel of the demon's presence, she hopped on and sped off in search of him again, hoping to find some answers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ten minutes later she had parked her bike a block away, beginning her walk up to the location of where she had pinpointed his location. Her silver hair billowed out loose in the air as she stepped. From the distance she could hear nothing. It literally was a ghost town as the residents had either passed on or were hiding in their homes for fear of further contamination. Her heels lightly clicked on the cobblestone as she approached an alley. Ten feet from the entry, a ripping sensation tore across her back. Sae stifled her cry out, buckling and kneeling down to catch her breath. She couldn't have possibly earned those...could she? She stood then walked up to the entrance. Peering around the corner, she saw the butler of the Manor on the ground silent. And standing above him? The lady of the Manor herself, Sir Integra. Sae's eyes widened in utmost surprise. At her side kneeling was the dark-haired woman from before that had spoken with Sebastian and said Integra had been safe. It seemed Integra had words to speak to one or both of them and Saephara had an internal debate on her hands. Make herself known and intent clear or hide and risk being discovered and possibly killed? Who knows what Integra and the kneeling woman were capable of. She had already cried out. One surely would have already heard. She decided to make herself known. She walked around and stood off to the side of the alley, clearing her throat. |
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Post by Integra Hellsing on Dec 5, 2012 19:26:19 GMT -6
Integra's eyes never left Sebastian once Maricul reported to her side as she had instructed nor when Saephara informed the group of her presence. She would not tolerate any distractions.
''Silence.'' She said, the sheer authority in her voice instantly carrying out the command to everyone who stood in the alley. She would not suffer interruptions; she was not nearly done with the Faustian and she would make her every words heard on the matter. She stood over him, her resolve unweakened by the component running through her veins.
''I will not be cared for by your hands - you have given up on that right when you betrayed us.'' She spoke with contempt. She could taste the blood in her throat as she spoke, but it did not matter. She reached over in her coat for another Henri Wintermans before lighting it up, letting the tobacco filter in her lungs. ''The Hellsing organization has existed for centuries and its menagerie has changed over the years to put a number of different fiends under its service: We are the monsters that monsters fear, and you do well to remember it.'' Integra herself had commanded the No-Life-King to the frontline and stood by every horrible actions he had commited in the name of his master. The butler had chosen a particularely poor matter of subject on which to question her resolve. Alucard was in many sense a purer demon than the Faustian could ever aspire to be. Heaven did not want him, and hell wanted him dead. The thing at her feet now did not understand the complexity of their relationship, and was of a significantly lesser worth to her as a beast. She took the cigar from her lips and exhaled.
''A mere collar wouldn't suffice for you at this point, and I would see you in chains.'' She said at length her heart black with disgust. ''You shall not have opinions and you shall not have thoughts. If I hear you so much as utter a word without my command I will put a mark on your head and order you to execute the target.'' She spat, and though she would not mention it, the weight behind her words left a clear allusion to the fact Integra would have no qualms at using the power of the seal to carry out such an endeavour. ''From now on you will no longer be named Sebastian Michaelis but be known only as ''Slave'' and behave as such until you've proven yourself worth more than to bare such a title.''
Her eyes gazed unfeelingly over the demon's form before she brought the cigar to his head and extinguished it. It sizzled audibly, and she continued pressing until the smouldering halted entirely before speaking again.
''Are we clear?''
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Post by sebastian on Dec 5, 2012 21:16:16 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
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[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size] ________________________________
[/center] Of course Maricul had to show up right then. Well, now she would have her own suspicions confirmed about who had brought down the manor, and who had set the Plague. Let her revel in that satisfaction. Then the angel would arrive as well, and the alleyway would darken visibly in his irritation. Of course... A damn... Angel... Was allowed to see him in such a state. But the darkness of the alleyway would last mere moments, what little light there had been would return quickly. Integra's command for silence held, and he remained on his hands and knees before her; resigned and resolved. Yes, this was a nightmare... His Nightmare... And Legion would enjoy knowing that. For a moment, he wondered what would happen if he passed on the Nightmare to Integra... He was a carrier now after all... And Integra would learn to understand why such a thing would have caused her servant to go astray, it might stay her wrath somewhat. It was a rather savage thought, and he would end up mentally rebuking himself for having such thoughts. He had given everything up now to Integra, and the demon he was would naturally be having vengeful thoughts. But vengeance was not what he desired. Integra knew little about the Nightmare, if anything at all; and it would have been quite an entertainment to see how she suffered in its grip. But no... To do such a thing would go against his contract. Or would it? The contract had obviously not interfered at all with his infection... So why would it interfere if Integra was also infected? He knew he could do it... But he wouldn't... It was the fact he so respected her which would stay his own vengeful desires. He had brought this down on himself, after all; allowing himself to be struck by Legion, allowing himself to be fooled by the vision of Integra's death. But the woman had asked nothing about Legion, and he wasn't to speak unless spoken to now. Well, that was fine... She could continue to run her organization without any knowledge of what that strange creature could do. Then the day when she requested that information, she would learn why this entire tragedy had occurred. And until that day of discovery, he would continue to silently bear the indignities she had now set upon him.  He had to suppress a sigh at her stubbornness to refuse treatment. Perhaps she did not understand that he alone knew the antidote. She didn't know he had that small glass vial hidden within an inside pocket of his tailcoat, full of the clear liquid which would eliminate the Plague without any problems; once it was mass reproduced and distributed as medication. If she continued to refuse treatment, then he would abide by the contract and find a way to force feed it to her. Originally, he would have been willing to do such a thing simply because it was his duty to preserve her life. But now, there was more reason behind that determination. It wasn't a promise of that tantalizing soul which convinced him to keep her alive; it was a genuine desire to not see her dead. He was becoming a rather strange demon by this point, with unusual motivation for his servitude... He would keep her alive until her ultimate goal was achieved, as was his duty; and then he would take his leave... Unless she saw fit to keep him around, though he would not remain by contract if that were the case. He would remain because he wanted to, not because he had to. What a loyal dog he had become... It was almost laughable to him, considering how much he detested the foul creatures. She would go on to speak of what she would do should the orders she gave now be disobeyed, and that was also a point of amusement. It took more effort to conceal that amusement. She truly didn't understand the contract... Well, it didn't matter. If she did end up placing a mark on his head, she would learn more of the contract itself. He might have explained more fully about the contract then, had it not been for the Angel and Maricul’s presence; as well as that command to keep silent. But of course, he had no intention of disobeying any orders. He never had, and he never would. The betrayal she felt in his actions was the same betrayal toward himself which he now felt, and he was still infuriated that he'd even allowed things to go this far wrong. But it was too late now, one couldn't change the past. But one could change the future. The smile which crossed his features would be well-concealed by his bowed head. Yes, this wasn’t the end, it was only the beginning.  The crimson eyes would close as she stripped him of his supposed "name," and it was a strange sense of relief which took him then. He had already thrown aside the name, he wasn't even sure if he would want to reclaim it; if ever given the chance. Slave... How fitting. No longer a servant, one who was "paid" to work; but a slave... One who worked without any rights, without purpose, and without reward to look forward to unless granted by the master. That was exactly what he was now, as he had given up on her soul. He served now for only two reasons: Because her power demanded it, and because he wanted to. How strange... For a demon to desire such servitude to an inferior being... He would never truly understand why. The only logical reason he could think of, was because he was bored. And this woman, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, was by far the most interesting human being he had ever encountered before. As the cigar met his forehead and the smell of his burning flesh reached his nose along with the pain, there was a new resolve in the dominated demon... Let her view him as lower than a dog, he no longer cared. Let her enjoy the fact she had taken everything, that she had very much "tamed" the demon. She had been merciful in her own way, he knew full well that Alucard would likely be able to destroy him with ease. Yet Integra had not called upon her vampire attack dog to execute the rabid stray. And while he couldn't care less if he died, he was grateful for that; for this... "Second chance," One might have said. That would have been quite an undignified death. One day, he would regain the respect he had lost as a result of his Nightmare. He would remain at her side as was his duty, a constant shadow which shrouded her in protection; though a shadow which was now silent unless spoken to. This was his master, and the most powerful one yet. He had chosen well who would carry his contract mark, even if he got nothing out of it this time. And he would keep the knowledge of the "Essence" to himself, unless otherwise ordered. It was still an excuse, and he would not speak of it. He would remain on his hands and knees before her until given consent to rise. Those last three words were spoken; he would reply the same as always, that same soft voice which was now saturated with a fierce desire to return to what he had once been in her eyes... "Yes... My Lord..." He already knew what to make his first act be; and that was rebuild the estate; for a third time now.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
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Saephara
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Post by Saephara on Dec 6, 2012 11:32:09 GMT -6
Silently she watched as Integra finally spoke. It had been quite a while since she had seen this woman and Saephara could only stare in wonder. Such power supported her words as she spoke to the butler in front of her. It was quite clear that she wanted to get a point across. Blue eyes shifting, Sae noted that Integra's knuckles were bruised slightly. What had she hit? ''I will not be cared for by your hands - you have given up on that right when you betrayed us." At her words, Sae's gaze traveled upwards and a soft gasp entered through her parted lips. Sir Integra had contracted the Plague as well. Boils scattered across her tanned skin, marring the perfect smooth texture it held. Off to the side, she noted as well that the dark haired one was also covered in the disease. Gently she lay one hand on the wall of the alley and pulled her attention back towards that Integra spoke to Sebastian. She had pulled a cigar out and lit it, appearing not to care about the sickness.
''From now on you will no longer be named Sebastian Michaelis but be known only as ''Slave'' and behave as such until you've proven yourself worth more than to bare such a title.'' As Saephara looked on, Integra walked forward and placed the lit cigar against the skin of the butler's forehead. The angel simply stared, not showing any emotion. It seemed as though Sebastian worked for Integra and had messed up in a huge way. She had no right to interfere with the head of Hellsing dealing with her own butler. Integra had left the cigar there and twisted until the cherry-lit end disappeared. "Are we clear?"asked the woman, her icy eyes staring down at Sebastian. Seconds later, he answered simply with "Yes, my lord." Silence then took to the air briefly. It seemed one problem had been solved, yet another was there. She dropped her hand from the wall and stepped to the center of the alley, also stepping closer to the three. She raised a hand to her chest and began to speak.
"If I may, I would like to offer assistance in such a manner. Sir Integra, my lady, if you will not accept help from the butler would you allow me to ease your discomfort? I would additionally aide the woman by your side, if you will it so." Sae avoided using words that may cause doubt in the leader's strength and authority. That may not turn out well if she did so. She could sense ever so slight waves of pain coming from her, but nothing showed on her face. "I cannot cure this phenomena that has overtaken the citizens of Hallowton, however I offer a solution. If you were to permit him to discover a cure for this calamity and release it, they will be cured and you would take recognition for the establishment of a viable cure while under such unfavorable circumstances. The Hellsing organization would be regarded as saviors. I am willing to perform the duty of taking care of you, for you." At any mention of Sebastian, she had pointed at him instead of stated his name. It was thoroughly clear that he no longer owned a name. Saephara bowed slowly then rose again to stand. All she did now was wait patiently for an answer.
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Post by Ayen on Dec 7, 2012 16:26:48 GMT -6
''Silence.''
Maricul said no more after that. She merely kept her head down and eyes fixed on the ground. While the scent of others reached her nostrils Maricul wouldn't move from her spot unless she was instructed to or if one of the new arrivals were stupid enough to make a move towards Sir Integra. In that case they could pick their poison between the vampire and the demon. Plague or no plague, Maricul was still as dangerous as she's always been. That said she was beginning to feel fatigued herself and that wasn't something the vampiress was used to ever since dying. The plague had some undesirable side effects on her kind for sure. But even as weakness took her body and the boils continued to pop and bleed, Maricul didn't move from her spot or said anything. If Sir Integra didn't want to be interrupted then Maricul would not interrupt her. |
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Post by Marvel Universe on Dec 8, 2012 21:15:26 GMT -6
"Bacteria...?"
After surviving attack, after attack, after attack by vampires and demon clans. An invasion by the Crimson Vulture, an assault by a demon army, two large sea creatures, floods and a bomb going off at the center of town. After all of that the thing that finally grounds them was a bacteria? Lori's anger at this news was apparent by simply looking into her eyes. Though she couldn't express her anger as she would have liked due to lack of breath, the Queen expressed her anger through her facial expressions. Her dark brown eyes telling the story.
"Stark... Get to work immediately... I... will not... be beaten... by bacteria..." Tony turned around and left the Queen's chambers. It certainly seemed like this city had terrible luck when it came to... well... anything. If Tony believed in fate he would have thought it was the nation's destiny to be miserable. But Tony didn't believe in fate. We made our own destiny and he was going to make sure Hallowton's destiny wasn't that of being wiped out by a plague. |
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