|
|
Post by sebastian on Dec 25, 2012 19:48:04 GMT -6
________________________________
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] Integra wasn't going to be happy with his sudden leave... Not at all... And yet, right now; he really didn't care. This was a demon's calling, one of a demon's few purposes. The workings between demons and angels were not something she would ever understand, nor did she have any reason to learn of them. Besides... He was doing her a favor. He was going to make the one she had appointed to replace him into a powerful being whom could actually handle the task of protecting her. In any case, once an Angel saw its darker side, the meeting with a demon was inevitable; and it would happen quickly. Saephara was lucky that he was the one being called to this change, because he was feeling rather generous. Such a change for an angel was agony, and could even destroy the angel if one wasn't strong enough to handle the transformation. But with him as the acting demon... He would make his part as painless as possible, and he planned to make certain the angel came through this alive.
Then Integra would have another worthy pawn, a pawn that he could trust to keep her safe. After all, he was little more than a slave to Integra now; and she would be further angered by his departure with her angel like that. But there was nothing to be done except continue forward, and succeed in his task. Whatever his master had in store for him afterward... The components of being a demon were something he couldn't ignore. And that included taking part in such a ceremony… And if Integra didn't like it, well that was too bad. She had no control over such matters. He could easily simply engage and kill the angel on the spot, but he chose not to; there was no need to. He stepped toward the two women, smiling pleasantly at them both. He would take the middle finger of his right glove and pull the fabric off as he approached, allowing a seriousness to enter that demonic gaze; so focused on his task…
Once he came to stand before them, his glove-free right hand would come to rest on the main shackle snapped around the darker angel's arm; jet black nails standing out harshly as a demon trait. Standing so close to them, his nose would twitch again, but no matter... He had smelled worse before; humans carried a far more vile scent than angels. A loud crack would shatter the silence as the shackle began to fracture in his powerful grip, the very strength of his hold proving too much for the metal to handle. Within moments, it had fallen to the ground with a loud clatter, closely followed by the attached chains. The demon would kneel and do the same with the shackle on the darker being's ankle, before rising to his feet again. He had felt that powerful energy which had existed within those shackles, and his hand felt as if he'd thrust it into a pool of Holy Water; but the fierce burn would fade quickly. In some cases, demons had been destroyed when they tried to break the shackles in such a way; but of course... Not him. It had simply been painful, another bonus to his age and long history of exposure to such energies of powerful spells.
He would stand there for a moment, looking down on them with that curious smile returning to his face and crossing his darkened features. He couldn't help but wonder how well she'd bear the pain. Even with him making his own part in the ceremony as painless as possible; the actual combining of the two entities would make most angels beg for the demon to just kill them on the spot; not wanting to suffer through it once they reached their pitifully low limit.Would she push through? What about when her wings finally came through? That was supposedly the worst part of the entire transformation. Well, there was only one way to find out exactly how strong she was... The room seemed to grow even darker, despite it already lacking most light. He would move toward the silver haired Saephara, pulling his other glove from his left hand in a smooth motion. And then, he would speak... A revised phrase from a poem which he had come to like...
The fangs gleamed oddly in the shadows as he finally came to stand directly in front of Saephara, his demonic aura swirling in wisps around them. Without further word, he raised his left hand to his face, and inflicted a jagged wound in his own wrist with his fangs. The blood would flow freely across his hand, the affects of his Nightmare still affecting his regeneration abilities. The moment crimson covered almost every inch of his palm, he would smear that blood across the seal on her chest; beginning to speak in that strangely echoing voice again."Such purity of thee shall not be allowed within this temple of darkness. With this blood and the will of this creature, they shall fall into the abyss. I command thee to release themselves and embrace yourself, embrace your powers, embrace the madness... Embrace the Darkness..." Even the words were slurred together into what sounded almost like a chant, a song... It was spoken in one long hiss of breath. The seal itself had begun to shift colors, the blood spreading along the intricate lines of its own accord.
The crow demon stepped back from her, and raised his still bleeding wrist to his mouth again. He would lick that new wound, aiding in its healing, and keeping that piercing gaze locked on her. She would have started to feel the agony the moment his blood touched that seal. "You are golden..." He said softly. "You are a beacon of purity and light, despite this destiny... And now... I shall transform Golden... Into Black..." With out warning, the fingers on his hand elongated into what looked like talons. There was a no sign of motion on his part, and the seal upon her was split cleanly into pieces by those sharp nails, though her skin remained unblemished and unharmed. He had made certain not to pierce the fragile body with his claws. He would step back again, his work complete. Now, he needed only stand and watch as she was released; and fused with her other self. Now he would find out if she could pull through the change or not... "To be the same as you were before... 'Quoth The Raven, Nevermore...'" Came his next words. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "Now let's see you suffer..."
Feelings ► Curious
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size] Muse ► Great! Tags ► Integra, Saephara Notes ► Credits to Edgar Allen Poe and his poem The Raven. One of my top favourite works of literature. Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit Credits ► Aurion!
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
|
Saephara
Angel
Best Role Player Best Canon Character Best Hero
Wandering Fallen Angel
Posts: 82
|
Post by Saephara on Dec 26, 2012 10:13:28 GMT -6
Saephara had watched as Sebastian approached her, pulling off his gloves as he grew closer. His eyes were a glowing fuchsia, she realized. Transfixed she stared on as his lips moved, but she could not hear a single word. He had destroyed those shackles that had held her darker self at bay and now she was flexing her muscles off to the side, her violet eyes pointed directly at Sae with a hint of amusement. A shiver went down her back and her attention was directed back towards Sebastian, who had stopped in front of her. She looked up slightly to look at him as he looked at her, lifting a hand with some sort of seal on it. He had smirked, showing fangs. His power was daunting to her, however she could not be afraid. If she were afraid of another person's energy, she couldn't very well accept her own dark energy and power, now could she? She blinked and saw a crimson color decorate the butler's hand. He had sliced his own wrist with the fangs he had? It had astounded her for a moment, but she came to herself again as that bloodied hand rose to touch the seal on her chest.
His palm and fingers swept across her skin, the blood smearing across the darkened seal that lay out in the open. Immediately, her chest felt as though a hole had been created. Her breath grew labored as Sebastian spoke some sort of chant, the words flowing from between his teeth like the very blood that had left his skin not even moments before... "Such purity of thee shall not be allowed within this temple of darkness. With this blood and the will of this creature, they shall fall into the abyss. I command thee to release themselves and embrace yourself, embrace your powers, embrace the madness... Embrace the Darkness..."
The words played with Saephara's mind as she felt the seal actually move across her skin, reshaping itself. She could actually feel the locks of the seal becoming undone both upon her flesh and in her mind, that dark energy that she had felt before from her captured companion flowing even more freely through her being. It pushed it's way into her body, mind and spirit. Bringing a hand up she clutched at her chest as Sebastian continued to speak. He had moved away from her, his blood no more upon his own flesh. He now simply looked on as if observing what changes were occurring to her. "You are golden...You are a beacon of purity and light, despite this destiny... And now... I shall transform Golden... Into Black..." he uttered softly to her as she suffered in this hell of hers.
She forced herself to endure as much of the horrid torture as she could. Off to the side of Sebastian was the dark Saephara, not making a single move to assist her, watching with interest in those eyes. The pain had increased by ten-fold and her legs collapsed, knees slamming into the stones below her. She felt a harsh pop from the fall and gritted her teeth, refusing to let such a minor injury be the best of her. Suddenly, the same pain she had felt in the two alleyways tore through with a fury unlike any she had felt before, causing her to break that barrier her lips had made to let loose a strangled cry of anguish. As she drew in a ragged breath, she turned her head to stare directly at Sebastian. She would not look away. She would let him watch this transformation and show him that she would force herself to survive this untold pain. She wanted to blame him for all of this, but she could not. She was given the choice and she had chosen her fate. She caught herself with her hands on the ground and her consciousness faded.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....the pain...the pain...it was all Sae could think of as she came back. How much time had passed? Her past memories flickered through her mind as the darkness took hold of her and she screamed in horror. She did not want to remember these things, ever! She couldn't get them out of her mind. Between that and the constant ripping sensation in her back, she could not determine what was worse. Then came the stabbing pain in her back that had her reaching back, searching for the cause. This was the worst now. Surely, one of them had stabbed her with two knives. Nothing was there. How could it be? The sharp pain pulled downwards causing Sae to cough, trying to pull in air to her weakened lungs. It was too dry, the air in here. She couldn't draw enough in. Upwards it went next and her back shot from the curved state it was in to a sudden straightness that she could feel the vertebrae in her spine pop in and out of place, a strangled cry echoing into the ever ending space. Her eyes left Sebastian's gaze and up she looked.
At some point, the darker Saephara had left Sebastian's side and appeared in the air. She was looking down at the grounded Saephara with something of approval in her eyes. Slowly she descended and Sae's eyes widened. She had blackened wings that blended nearly completely with the room. They were...beautiful..... Another ripping sensation came across her and she bit her lip, a grunt coming forth. Warmth trickled down her chin from the cut and Sae paid no mind to it. She followed the flying Saephara as she began to hum a dark melody, her toes touched the ground near her, continuing on to dance around the changing angel. Her wings were folded against her body, her tone bringing forth the strength within Sae to continue to endure. She finally stopped and crouched down in front of the panting angel and tilted her head up, uttering a single word: "Granted." She disappeared and the pain that had ripped through Sae for what seems like days made a sudden stop. She could draw a full breath without any pain. Shakily, Sae pushed herself back up to her knees and laughed weakly at Sebastian saying, "Is that all?
The full force of the pain that had ravaged her body came back at once, arching in her back in a feeling indescribable by words alone. One must feel what she was at this very moment to understand... Her back, what was with her damn back?! Something tore through muscle and skin on the insides of her body and felt her frame snap sideways. This...is not supposed to happen... Her spine had broken in half, the spinal cord within torn to shreds. The location of the break? Above her lungs... Paralysis set in and the trapped feeling set in, not being able to breath...feeling her heartbeat stop. As her body fell limp on the cold stone, she caught a glimpse of darkened feathers. ...wings...?
|
|
|
|
Post by sebastian on Dec 26, 2012 16:28:07 GMT -6
________________________________
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] He would watch without a word, those glittering demon eyes never once left that writhing figure. Oh how much he enjoyed this… Watching an Angel struggle to endure such agony. It was laughable really, at least to him. Angels were pure creatures, capable of great feats and immense change; they were able to rival the opposite species, the demons. And yet, pain was their weakness. They couldn't deal with it, they couldn't easily pull through. For demons, pain was something they embraced and reveled in… And they refused to let pain bring them to their knees. They made pain into their strength, and their entertainment. She had only just cried out, and he could grant her some respect for that. Most angels would have started to scream the instant the first of the pain struck. She had held back her own anguish for an admirably long time. Then she had turned her eyes on him, and a pleasant smile crossed his lips. He could see that anger in her gaze, that desire to say it was his entire fault. But she had the sense to not do so, another wise decision on her part.
The Crow raised his eyebrows once the darker angel had moved away from him, and begun her little dance around her weaker self. This particular fallen angel seemed to be vastly enjoying the suffering of Saephara as well, and was rather excited about what was to come. That was quite a different occurrence than what he had seen from other darker angels in his past. Most had simply waited quietly until it was their time to join with their other self; but not this one… And that was enough to cause some suspicion to ripple through his consciousness. The ceremony had progressed without any trouble so far, it had been too much of a smooth change so far. Of course something had to go wrong… And now he would be on the alert for any signs of anything out of the ordinary. The darker angel vanished after a moment, and Saephara was left alone on the ground and the other joined their very beings. The demon’s eyes narrowed as she forced out a laugh and spoke, and he stepped toward her again as a deep growl rumbled in his throat. No… It couldn't be…
Then she collapsed on the ground, writhing and convulsing; her body twisted awkwardly and her back bent strangely. He heard the sound of the bones breaking, it reached his sensitive hearing loud and clear. He would appear suddenly at her side, and kneel to the ground next to the fragile body. Black feathers would swirl about them as his own darkness set in, and he stared at the unexpected sight with flashing eyes. One dark wing had burst from her back, but its feathers were not sleek as they should have been. Its shape as well was off, it had apparently broken upon emergence; and her spine had been snapped with the force of the disfigured wing coming out completely wrong. And where was the second wing? There wasn't one. It was trapped within her being, unable to come forth due to the spine being broken and unable to support her other shoulder blade. She was a one-winged angel, a sign of misfortune and immense danger; and her single wing itself was morphed and entirely wrong. The only reason for her transformation to have gone so terribly wrong… Was because her body was too weak to handle the change.
Her wings were too large, too powerful to be able to properly come into existence from her shoulders. ”How sad…” He murmured in a strangely soft voice as he shook his head. ”But not to worry, Saephara… I said I would get you through this, and I will.” Dark, bird-shaped shadows had gathered around the; beady black eyes staring at the incomplete change, the abomination which lay motionless on the ground. She was unconscious, she would feel nothing; but she may have been able to hear the words he had spoken since arriving at her side. Everything was silent as a taloned hand extended to caress the base of the single morphed wing. ”But this will have to go…” There was the sickening sound of tearing flesh and blood would splatter in all directions as the wing was ripped away from her limp body and tossed aside. He had left only the joint of attachment at her shoulder unharmed. The dark crows swarmed in around the two, melting into nothing but shadow as the demon proceeded to do what he could for the fallen angel. He had no desire to return the creature damaged beyond repair to Integra…
_____________________________________________________________________
Saephara would wake up what seemed like hours later, when it had really been only a few minutes here in this dark world. And still; in reality, where Integra and Dracula existed, their single minute before returning was not up. The crow demon was splattered with the fallen angel’s blood as he rose from his kneel next to her and stepped back. ”How vile… I’m going to smell like an angel for weeks…” He grumbled under his breath, looking down at that one maimed wing which had been Saephara’s. He crushed the thing beneath a shoe, venting some of his savage feelings. Reduced to saving an angel’s life… Simply because his current master would have been quite unhappy if the said angel had died. How disgusting… The Crow turned back to face Saephara, a look of satisfaction crossing his face as the fuschia eyes fell on her bloodied figure. ”Saephara, wake up; we must return to world of the living.” His voice hissed out; it would echo within her subconscious state, calling her back to see what she had become.
She had two full wings protruding from her shoulders, sleek feathered and perfectly sized for her body. A raven’s feathers were normally just an unattractive black. But these… Were not raven wings, as would be expected of a fallen angel. These were a crow’s wings, thus the black feathers would shimmer with different colors which varied depending on the lighting. The ligaments, muscle, and tendons would allow her to use those wings for flight once her back healed. He had set the two halves of her spine back together; using his own demonic energies to bind the bone together, just as modern hospitals used metal to hold together such a break. The main difference was that his procedure would allow more support for her back; until it fully recovered. That recovery could take as short as one week, to as long as many years. Personally, he hoped for the former; as Saephara would be utterly useless until her back was usable again. But using his essence in such a way… It had left him feeling weakened and drained, yet he remained standing straight-backed and proud. There were other problems and weaknesses he could feel setting in on his body, but it didn't matter... Not now... Why had he chosen to make his own sacrifices to save her? Because she was to take his place at Integra’s side. That was the only reason he had ignored the demon desire to just let her suffer, maybe even prolong and make the agony worse, then laugh as she died at his feet. Showing such mercy to a creature he despised... All the other spawn of Hell would have laughed at them had they witnessed this... [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "This had better prove to be worth my time and effort..."
Feelings ► Irritable, but satisfied.
[/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] |
|
Cloud
Superhuman
Posts: 96
|
Post by Cloud on Dec 26, 2012 23:16:03 GMT -6
No more was the glory of kari Oblivion's concern, but his survival. The short bliss of experiencing a new, more powerful body was temporary and was soon replaced by the pain that all demons have come to know. The pain was unbearable, but he was able to ignore it in time. Time also gave him resentment o the people who he once was apart of. He moved to Hollowton to start anew. Hpowever this plague has left his experiance with a terrible taste in his mouth.
During his visit he found himself craving tainted souls, just as the demon before him. However he found he could hold off the hunger by consuming memories. The more eventful and dark, the better. That's what attracted him here to begin with. The citizens here have gone through so much, and a lot of its members were powerful. What a tasty treat.
Today's memories of death and suffering had been enough to satisfie him for at least a week. He pitied none of them save for a lone pair of twin vampires. How he knew what they were he didn't know it didn't matter. Children deserved a chance. He kneeled by the sick boy,holding his arm up to the boy's mouth. He cut his wrist slightly and urged him to bite, "Do not be afraid, the blood will hold the disease for a short time. You need your strength"
|
|
Saephara
Angel
Best Role Player Best Canon Character Best Hero
Wandering Fallen Angel
Posts: 82
|
Post by Saephara on Dec 27, 2012 11:13:07 GMT -6
It was quite lonely in this place that her subconscious had retreated to. Sae could only think that it was the last of her pure powers before they left her to preserve her mind and spirit as her physical body lay broken on that stone floor. Vaguely, she could hear a low muddled voice speaking to her as if she were underwater. It must be Sebastian. He is probably laughing at my weakness, she wondered aloud to herself within this brief sanctuary. She was floating along an expanse of water that she could not see the end to. Perhaps this was what purgatory was? Faintly she felt a tugging sensation from her physical body, but her mind had gone through such an ordeal that she did not care. She was just so exhausted...she lay her forehead back in the water, closed her weary eyes and drifted off into unknown territory....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sae heard a voice echo clear throughout her dreams. ”Saephara, wake up; we must return to world of the living.” How long had she slept? Her body ached all over...wait...she could feel her body, the cool stone against her clammy skin, the ache in her knee from when she fell. Begrudgingly she opened one heavy eye and blocking her vision lay something dark. It took many seconds of concentration to move her weak arm but finally her fingers touched what covered her eye. It felt silky...was it her hair? Sae slowly and painfully pushed herself up to a sitting position using her right hand, breath coming quickly between her lips. From the corner of her eye, she spotted black dress shoes, a disfigured and crumpled black wing beneath one foot and carefully she looked upwards, and what she saw shocked her only slightly due to her still being in a haze and still in this unknown pain.
Sebastian was covered in wide splashes of blood, the crimson color showing brightly against his skin. He was looking down upon her, waiting for her to do something. Ah...I need to get up... As her body shifted, she felt something strange brush against the skin bare at her ankle. She turned her head around to look and gasped. At her feet were the ends of beautiful black wings, the ends of the silken feathers tickling her softly. As she looked, they gave a gentle violet hue. Attempting to move them proved useless, as they were stiff. More than likely an effect of the broken spine... As she stared at the ground, the pieces finally fell into place and Saephara pulled her weak legs closer to her body. Sebastian Michaelis, demon butler to Sir Integra of Hellsing, had saved her life. Determined, she pulled herself up trying to put all of her weight on her legs. It quickly proved to be a failure as she hit the ground once more, a grimace crossing her features. The main question running through her mind was Why?, but she dare not ask. Instead she looked up at him, softly saying, "Sebastian...we do need to hurry back. Thank you...for giving me this opportunity to live this new life that it seems you gave to me with your own hands. I will be sure not to carelessly lose it... If you could possibly assist me in standing...?" A blush crept upon her cheeks, humiliation coming across her emotional radar. But the demon had just saved her life and a little humiliation on her part was nothing compared to that.
|
|
|
|
Post by sebastian on Dec 27, 2012 20:49:58 GMT -6
________________________________
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] He waited patiently for her to wake up and come back to reality. Obviously, she wasn't in the best condition, he didn't expect her to be able to stand and walk on her own. But nevertheless, there was a disappointment in seeing her struggling to rise to her feet. She didn't seem all that promising of a pawn o Integra right now... Hopefully, this time of recovery wouldn't be too long for her; Integra needed her pawn now. He was pleased to see that she at least seemed to appreciate those wings he had given her. They alone made her different from all other Fallen Angels. Whether she gained any special abilities from his help, he couldn't be sure. But he honestly doubted it. Abilities of his were not something to just pass along to another. An angel at that, fallen or not. And still, she failed to stand on her own. The demon felt a sigh ripple in his throat as he moved back to grant her request. He pulled his gloves back onto his hands as he came to stand by her side, his talons were once again normal fingers. Her blood smelled foul, but there was little he could do about the splattered angel essence all over him. It had been a messy procedure after all, but he was simply glad that she was alive; and that she would recover. He had to face Integra again soon, and she was already furious with him as it was. Returning a dead new servant to her would not have gone over well.
The Crow knelt down to take one of Saephara's hands into his, and it was a single smooth motion which brought her up to stand next to him. She was as light as a feather. He would rest an arm around her slender frame, just below the wing joints at her shoulders. He was now basically carrying her in one arm like that; her feet didn't touch the ground. What a disgrace to him to support an angel in such a way. The demon had something else to give Saephara though... As he lifted her in that arm, she would feel a small glass vial of clear liquid pressed into one of her hands. The vial itself would feel ice cold to the touch; yet when opened, it would steam. "If you can use it wisely, and if the master allows it... This is the cure to the Plague... If it is to be mass reproduced, make sure the one carrying out the recreation copies every chemical and amount perfectly... The slightest error will make it into an instantly fatal poison... I trust you'll use it well...I would also recommend you exercise great caution if you chose to give it to anyone; as I want no suspicion falling upon Hellsing itself." He briefly rested a gloved hand on his face, trying to compose himself and to become more of the demon he truly was. It was time to return to his master... And he almost felt grudging about it. Then one dress shoe stepped forward, and the darkness closed in around them again; swallowing their very being in a swirl of black feathers and shadowy clouds... _____________________________________________________________________Back in the alleyway where Integra stood with Dracula, the mass of glossy black feathers on the ground would suddenly swirl up into the air and be drawn toward one of the walls; as if some invisible and powerful gravitational force existed there. The feathers would rise up into a large funnel shape, and more dark fog would spill out of the thing. Then it all fell back to the ground in a small pile, and there was the demon; standing there and bending over slightly to allow Saephara's feet to touch the ground as he continued to support her lower back with an arm. Just as had been his intent, they had only been gone for about a minute. Good... His eyes had returned to the normal crimson, and he kept them leveled on the ground; refusing to make eye contact with his master. No slave had such a right, to meet the eyes of the one who commanded them. Out of the corner of his eye though, he could see Saephara's black hair and those full wings, which had a rainbow-like tinge of greens and blues gleaming within the perfect plumage. He would continue to hold up Saephara until ordered otherwise, or until she no longer desired that support. And still, he kept his head bowed, a slight shiver rippling up the length of his body; a shiver Saephara no doubt felt. He was trying to brace himself for further wrath from his lord, not that bracing himself would help at all. But he did respect the sheer power she gave off, and it was the one thing in existence which was capable of making him tremble as he did. Leaving without authorization or consent like that would no doubt have earned him further punishment, no matter what the reasons were behind it... And he wasn't looking forward to the near future at all... But once again, he was determined to pull through; at least until the end of their contract. And if Integra continued to resist treatment, then she would die like any other human, and he'd be free again. But part of him didn't want her to die; and that was why he had disclosed the cure to Saephara, against his better judgement...  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "It is time..."
Feelings ► Unsettled
[/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] |
|
Xemnas
Nobody
The Superior of the In-Between
Posts: 53
|
Post by Xemnas on Dec 27, 2012 23:29:11 GMT -6
Versa's mind had began to slow, possibly due to the disease's effect. Her song slowed to a halt, and she returned her eyes to the group near her. They completely ignored her music, causing anger to swell within her core. It was imperfect without her brother, who was the other half of whatever and whoever she was. When she turned around to see her brother, he found a man knelt down next to him.
She took a step forward but was shock to see her brother, biting into the strange man's wrist. a thin line of blood trailed from the man's pale wrist. The blood dropped to the cobblestone ground, leaving Versa's round yellow eyes to watch in desire. She hadn't fed in days, and hunger was setting in. Meanwhile, Vice's eyes had opened, his yellow cat-like eyes looking at Versa.
Versa could only return the stare, though not because she was shocked about his awakening, but that his disease was... less. Some boils had cleared away.... What was in that blood that Vice drank?
|
|
Saephara
Angel
Best Role Player Best Canon Character Best Hero
Wandering Fallen Angel
Posts: 82
|
Post by Saephara on Dec 30, 2012 14:01:34 GMT -6
All had remained as it had been before Sebastian and Saephara disappeared. She had closed her eyes as Sebastian brought them both back, darkness enclosing her vision to a pitch black. Opening her eyes again, it seemed time had not passed here. Gently, she once more tilted her head either way and looked down both directions. There was a newcomer near the two children that had appeared earlier. Looking closer, Sae noticed that the new male was allowing the young boy....to feed on his blood? ...So the children were vampires, eh? It still was none of her concern. She turned herself in Sebastian's arms to glance over in Dracula's direction, seeing that he was still hindering Sir Integra still. A sigh slipped through parted lips as exhaustion began to set in. It had felt like she was in hell for days...
As Sae stood held by Sebastian, she felt a shiver from next to her. For a moment, she could only look up towards the demon's face. It was a blank slate once more, eyes held to the ground. That's right....Integra deemed him no more than a slave..., she thought briefly. The very least that she could do was speak with Integra and disclose what had occurred...that Sebastian had at least saved her. Sae grasped her vial that Sebastian had given her and slipped in her pocket. Not a single soul would receive that vial unless she was granted permission. She lifted her free hand and patted Sebastian on the arm to have him loosen his grip on her. "Only for a moment," Sae requested.
It took her several moments to move where she wanted. Her legs still protested with the weight of her body, but she needed to show strength for as long as there was an audience. She was a part of the Hellsing Organization and she would not show any weakness. Regardless, it should take her no longer than a week to recover from her injury. As her steps were taken, she could feel the oddity of having wings finally. They were not heavy, not even in the slightest way. It was odd to have the air flow through the smooth feathers. They currently were folded against her back, the tail ends nearly reaching the alley floor. Sae looked down at herself and smile slightly. It seemed that in the rush to come back and the shock from awakening again she had missed the slight minor detail of her own blood coating the flesh upon her back and clothing, Sebastian's smeared blood still upon her chest. As Sae finally reached Integra's side, she bowed, keeping her facial features straight even though her back was screaming at her to sit the hell down. Her darkened hair had fallen past her shoulders, moving yet again as Sae turned her sapphire eyes upwards. "Sir Integra, my deepest apologizes for leaving you unattended for even a moment. How would you like to proceed with this situation? I do suspect you have grown tired of these games."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sparda on Jan 3, 2013 9:21:54 GMT -6
"Scarecrow..."
While he listened to Lori, his eyes were fixed on the sketch. It was a macabre sight, the mask seemingly made of little more than a badly-stitched burlap sack over the wearer's head. Even in this sketch, though, he could feel the eyes beneath the mask staring back, as if searching the devil's soul through his gaze.
He glanced back up at Lori. "I'll need to speak to the guards you had interrogated first," came his response. A plan was forming that might prove invasive, but would be his only means of gathering more information. "In the meantime, I'll check on the healers until they're assembled." He waited to be excused before he headed out about his business. Never a dull moment in this city, though he wished for them more and more.
|
|
|
|
Post by cabageman on Jan 5, 2013 5:40:34 GMT -6
"Cabbages! Cabbages for sale!" An elderly gentleman walks through the streets before suddenly, out of no where a random fire ball is thrown and nails the cart, engulfing it in flames. The man tries to put it out but to no avail. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY CABBAGES!!!!!" He cries out, dropping to his knees and fainting.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tenjou, Utena on Jan 6, 2013 3:12:03 GMT -6
Utena looked over to Ranma, relieved when he pointed her in the direction of the nearest hospital. Had it not been for everything she has seen up to this point she would have been surprised at his resolve against the Plague. But now? She was more envious than anything. Utena followed Ranma's attention to the others, seeing the stare down between Integra and Dracula as the others who were standing here previously were now gone. Something was amiss but what and should she get involve? Utena wrapped her hand around the basket hilt of her Rapier and took a step forward, albeit a weak one.
"Is there a problem here?"
But by that time the others had returned.
"Where were you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by DC Comics on Jan 6, 2013 6:21:10 GMT -6
The man now laid with his chest cut open. Dead. Bane put down the saw and began wiping off the blood from his gloves as two more of his men came in with a scared expression on their face. But the vampiress who had just come knocking was someone that could not be kept waiting for long and since they didn't want to be given a bad review from their boss' boss they spoke up. "B-Bane. Adelina is here and she wishes to see you." Bane wasn't surprised by the news, turning around to face the two henchmen Bane finished cleaning himself up and picked up the corpse. Dropping it in a nearby body bag and covering it up for dumping later. "Bring her in."Adelina entered the room Bane was working in, her eyes glancing over to the coprse with his chest cut open before looking back at Bane. The fresh smell of blood caused her nose to winkle and nostrils to flare as she craved blood but couldn't drink it because of the plague. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"Bane replied simply. "One of supernatural origin."Bane turned and held up a used null grenade, one of many he had stolen right from under the Vulture's noses. "I had to rule out supernatural influences straight away. So I took a null grenade to myself. I witnessed that with the null grenade activated the bacteria became ordinary. Suggesting that the source of the plague is unholy."He put the null grenade away before continuing. "I can reroute the null field technology to make a shield for us. Then I can treat the bacteria until it is discover what caused it exactly. But if for some reason the shield is taken offline the plague will come back in full. This situation can be of great benefit to you." |
|
|
|
Post by Lost on Jan 6, 2013 19:12:23 GMT -6
A soft, supple hand slipped through Sebastian's arm. No warning, no hesitation, no fear... It was Clara.
Her bright green eyes turned to him, no emotion showing in their pooled depths. Her deep colored lips held a thin, straight line as she gazed up at her champion. At her knight. At her rescuer. But now, now she no longer looked at him with that adoring glance. Now her eyes held no emotion, yet the hand that held his was filled with an odd warmth.
He had been undone. His mind was clouded and confused. HE was clouded and confused. How droll. The irony was rather amusing to the child.
"You're sick."
Her words were so plainly spoken that no other interpretation could be made. She was speaking about his mind... Not his actions.
|
|
|
|
Post by Adelina on Jan 7, 2013 16:17:16 GMT -6
Adelina entered the room Bane was working in, her eyes glancing over to the coprse with his chest cut open before looking back at Bane. The fresh smell of blood caused her nose to winkle and nostrils to flare as she craved blood but couldn't drink it because of the plague. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"Bane replied simply. "One of supernatural origin."Bane turned and held up a used null grenade, one of many he had stolen right from under the Vulture's noses. "I had to rule out supernatural influences straight away. So I took a null grenade to myself. I witnessed that with the null grenade activated the bacteria became ordinary. Suggesting that the source of the plague is unholy."He put the null grenade away before continuing. "I can reroute the null field technology to make a shield for us. Then I can treat the bacteria until it is discover what caused it exactly. But if for some reason the shield is taken offline the plague will come back in full. This situation can be of great benefit to you."They could be a threat later on, and without knowing more on the person that did it it'd be difficult to judge if it's someone who can be bought. Even then, there'd always be the risk of its being a thorn later on. Better to deal with it now then wait for it to become stronger down the line. "Do it." |
|
|
|
Post by Dracula on Jan 7, 2013 18:22:16 GMT -6
Integra's glasses reflected the dim streetlight in the shadow of the alley. She was processing every conversation meticulously, not missing a word. Her cigar smoked faintly at the edge of her mouth and she looked at Saephara - not missing the sudden shift in her attitude. Finally just when she thought the situation couldn't get anymore complicated her slave suddenly rid himself of her leash and vanished alongside the angel. Integra remained silent for a long moment before finally bringing up a hand to the cigar and inhaled deeply. She was not having a good day. The Hendi Winzermans stood between her fingers steadily. Whatever had happened to Sebastian, even the mark in her eye had stopped throbbing. She had to consider him gone for the time being, though she would be certain to appropriately keep him in chains upon his return. The succession of his breach of her orders could not stand - and she would make certain of making an example of him. She ignored Ranma and looked at the Count. Integra took in the detail of the man she knew - in fact - all but too well. A fact that was perhaps ironically lost by her interlocutor. A fact she would use to her advantage if need be. Still his question stood, and it was not difficult to see what he was about to be getting at. One thing bothered her however... ''What do you want from me?''Came the Count's reply to Sir Integra. Dracula also ignored the others present and the music to enter his ears as it was the leader of the Hellsing Organization that was relevant to him now. "A stubborn fledgeling but one of great potential. I demand her immediate release from your custody. Otherwise..."Dracula glanced at the others. "I believe you know." |
|
