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Post by Ark on Aug 31, 2008 14:59:47 GMT -5
"I do not need weapons in the slightest, Ata." Ark stated quietly. "I'd suggest you drink that now, lest you become 'thirsty' while insane, hmm?" he continued, motioning to the cup.
"If you do not need anything, then we shall wait here." He stated, talking the binders, as she'd called them, and stashing them in his robes. "And I really do hope I shan't be needing these, and yet..." He trailed off, noticing a car go flying through the air past the window. "Oh my."
The next instant was a blur as a stampede of screaming people took to the streets, some laughing hysterically as they burned to death from fire, or bled to death on the streets.
"Take a good look, Ata." Ark stated merrily. "For this will be how the world ends; with rancorous laughter."
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Sept 2, 2008 8:10:45 GMT -5
She too watched as the car flew by the window and the chaos that ensued. “So this is the curse. Little bit more violent than the plague but I’m guessing just as deadly,” she commented drinking down the rest of her tea in one swallow. Somehow she had managed to calm her breathing and effectively did not start to panic herself.
She glanced across the table to her new companion, quirking an eyebrow at his statement and the obvious merriment in his voice. “Why if I didn’t know you were all into the whole saving lives thing, I do believe I’d accuse you of taking some delight in the destruction around us.” But then again she too had to admit that she felt that some of the chaos around her was well deserved by humanity.
“So, how do we play this? You said not to let anyone touch us. So what do we have to do? Just try to keep as many alive until it passes, or is there some way to stop it?”
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Post by Ark on Sept 2, 2008 16:23:12 GMT -5
Ark looked thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose a part of me is indeed reveling in the chaotic destruction of a failed social experiment; I have watched empires fall, but this one has the potential to be... fun." He explained, carefully choosing his words.
"Our actions dictate our fate, Atavus. Contact may be a necessity if it can prevent bloodshed, and we should-" Ark began, before cut off by a violent quaking of the earth followed by the immediate darkness of a city-wide blackout.
"Oh my." he stated flatly, staring with a bored expression into the darkness. He remained expressionless even after a few people ran by the windows, laughing maniacally as they shot flame into the air.
This was going to end badly, no matter which way he went about it; might as well get it over with...
If one had been anywhere within the city, the violent undulation of the Earth itself would have been an obvious indication of something terrifying happening somewhere in within the monolithic maze of buildings.
In an instant, thousands of windows shattered along the street that housed the coffee shop as ark stepped through a threshold he created in the store's own window. But instead of falling, the glass hovered weightlessly in the air seeming to fill it with shimmering fragments that reflected the moonlight ominously.
Ark stared lazily at the destruction that the curse had wrought, bodies to and fro, and insane people gripping their heads in agonizing euphoria. Mania, it was certainly easy for him to sympathize. But now, he had more important matters to attend to.
"Hey." Ark muttered, kicking a rock at a group that was running by, causing them to wheel about angrily before charging at him, prompting a deep sigh.
"Fine then."
The air itself seemed alive as millions of glass fragments began rapidly degrading into sand which filled the sky and began buffeting roughly against everything like a sandstorm before suddenly massing into an enormous sea of sand that hung in the air before rushing downward in a torrent that circumvented Ark and engulfed the handful of assailants. Ark cocked his head to the side to look into the coffee shop. "Well? Get a move on." He added, the sand swirling about him in a torrential whirlwind.
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Sept 9, 2008 13:18:16 GMT -5
She watched as he worked his own form of magic with the glass and sand and had to admit that it was an impressive display. Not something you’d see every day. But she had to roll her eyes at his demand that she ‘get a move on’. What did he think she was going to do? Sit and calmly finish another cup of tea while the city ate itself up from the inside out.
She had waited just inside the coffee shop window until his storm subsided some, not wishing to be caught in the backlash herself. But as he moved farther out into the street she followed him and drew her katana, hoping not to have to use it.
That hope died as a man rushed towards her trying to tackle her to the ground. She quickly sidestepped his attack and used the butt of the sword against his head sending him crashing unconscious to the ground. Well that wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. No deadly force necessary at all. That pleased her more than she’d like to admit to at the moment. What a killer she made! But killing was not exactly on her agenda for the night. Not unless necessary.
As she followed him through the streets several more assailants approached her and she found easy ways to subdue them. None of them were trained in any type of combat and the mania they seemed to suffer honestly did more to deter their efforts than anything else.
She wanted to desperately believe that the mania would not affect her. She had actually been depending on it, but even if she was able to push it back to an extent she began to hear voices in her head. Voices tempting her with “Just a small bite from that one wouldn’t hurt,” or “My doesn’t that neck look tasty.” It wasn’t as if anyone in the city would know that a vampire had fed among them that night. The chaos and catastrophe would be too widespread to even care about one unnatural being.
But she’d know and as she glanced ahead of herself another thought hit her. He’d know! d**n if that just didn’t cool her bloodlust to a degree. It was downright humiliating to think of. She really didn’t want to prove to herself or to him that she was truly evil.
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Post by Ark on Sept 9, 2008 14:19:12 GMT -5
Ark’s gaze carefully scanned the darkened alleyways as they made their trek through the streets. He was hoping, perhaps futilely, that this city had some sort of botanical research facility with a wide selection of herbal specimens. He could easily formulate a cure from there; some key lime, perhaps some spearmint…
For now, though, he did wish that the wind had not been shooed away so quickly as dark, thick clouds began to obscure the sky. He felt the tingle of the mortal emotion called ‘apprehension’ run down his spine. He trusted Atavus, but he was more than certain that he disliked facing vampires, especially in the pitch black of a moonless night in a valley. He was beginning to doubt the integrity of Atavus’ resistance to this plague of madness, prompting him to fidget nervously, and the sand that swarmed around them both reflected the gesture.
“Okay, I understand that this place wasn’t built with tourism in mind, but there has to be a map somewhere…” Ark wondered aloud, before a thought occurred to him; the square that he had encountered Ata in earlier this evening was an administrative area; they’d surely have blueprints and such there! With a cautious peak around a corner, he beckoned Ata forward before halting nervously, staring up at the sky.
He heard something that sounded like the beating of wings, yet saw nothing: a bad sign indeed.
For now he just continued onward, his eyes skimming the skyline every once in a while until the lack of light had become so crippling that he almost had to feel his way forward, not being able to see an outstretched hand in front of him unless a stray explosion lit up the sky.
“d**n.”
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Sept 9, 2008 14:52:54 GMT -5
As they traveled through the streets Atavus didn’t even think to ask where they were heading. The voices in her head were blocking out much of everything else surrounding her. Everything except for the sound of hearts beating and blood rushing through veins. Funny how those things would have disturbed her normally, knowing that the bloodlust was rearing it’s ugly head, but not now.
Now the sound drew her like the sweetest symphony and the smell of blood in the air made her mouth water and her tongue run hungrily over fangs that now protruded freely from her gums. She knew if the darkness wasn’t so prevalent that anyone seeing her could see the blood red of her eyes. In this fact darkness had become her friend. She could see as clearly as day ahead of her and it wasn’t hard to see the nervousness in her companion.
She swallowed hard as she watched what little bare skin showed at the collar of his robe. It was tempting to sneak ahead and sink her fangs into that skin, but she drew back instead, not at all ready to face a pissed off god. No matter how tempting his blood might be, she wanted to keep her life intact as it was.
So with every step he took she slowed hers to half his speed and sunk further back until what she wanted caught her eye. She needed to be quiet. Quieter than she ever had been before. As she ducked into the alley she closed on her prey. There before her in the solitude of the alleyway was a young girl, possibly in her later teen years, and even though she was in the grips of the madness, she seemed silent as she tugged at her own hair pulling it out by the handfuls. Her face rested against the alley wall and her eyes were blank in madness.
Atavus slid up next to the girl and easily rested one hand on her shoulder, her mouth directly beside the girl’s ear. She could smell the sudden panic in the girl’s scent and whispered lightly into her ear. “Shh!!! There is nothing to fear here, child. This won’t hurt much at all. I promise.” With that she lined her body up behind the girls and sunk her fangs into the soft flesh of her neck. She knew there would be pain at first, so she clamped her hand over her mouth trying to muffle the oncoming scream.
She wouldn’t kill the girl. She never did. She just didn’t have it in her to do so, but she wanted… no needed the taste of it, and the feel of complete surrender that always overtook her victims once the initial shock was over.
Normally she would d**n herself and any other bloodsucker for such actions, but the voices inside her head just kept urging. “More, more, need more. Blood running in the streets. Blood covering the world.”
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Post by Ark on Sept 9, 2008 22:59:53 GMT -5
And she was gone; light or not, she could tell that his traveling companion had drifted off into the darkness some time back.
He was totally aware that it was impossible to track her at the moment without succumbing to aspects of himself that were so desirable that it sickened him. He immediately was aware of what his brand of madness would be; he’d have to submit to his darker side, he’d have to be willing to let the animal in him rule alongside reason. He wasn’t going to do that on a whim, either.
A momentary flash of fire showed him that he had indeed wandered into the square, and now, since he had his bearings, he tried his hardest to locate any sound that would reveal Ata’s location, but the city was so awash with chaos that it was futile, and he soon gave up, instead feeling his way into the nearest building , very thankful for the limited light its emergency lights were providing as he began rummaging through files, looking for something, anything, useful.
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