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stainedpast Ā· 8 months ago
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He knows: they are not human, he would have sensed their FILTH a miles away otherwise, his superiority- or maybe arrogance, fuels his dislike of them. This one though, dancing alluringly, leading their victims into their bait. He shouldnā€™t be affected too, should he?
ā€”ā€”Oh! He is!
It is different to the rest of those who surround him, the consciousness is fighting to slip away as he watches men fall one after the other like dominos, his vision blurring by the second, THREATENING to disappear. It does eventually, the last image is of them standing afar, and then close, closer, too close, and then he is gone, slipping into darkness and unconsciousness.
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stainedpast Ā· 6 months ago
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Oh how he would love to tread into their mind again, to eavesdrop mischievously, but the current circumstances urge him not to succumb to his wishes, along with self-made rules not to use it so haphazardly. Their voiced thoughts almost bring a laugh to his chest; really? Then again, he wonā€™t fault them for they are ignorant to who and what he truly is, mystery has always stirred fear and caution into the human heart after all- that, and the fact their brain has been messed with not long ago at his own hands.
A chuckle as his hand hovers over his forehead, still lying on the ground. ā If I wanted you dead, donā€™t you think I would have taken a shorter path? No amount of money is worth oneā€™s safety. āž Nothing is, except family and loved ones, of course; these, he would through himself in the face of danger so blindly if it meant saving them, if it meant they would not suffer no matter how little.
A sigh before a slight groan demonstrates little struggle to sit up, the dagger still stuck to the ground. ā Iā€™d be heartbroken if you didnā€™t recognize me. āž Humorously, he admits previous encounters, isnā€™t that what lead him to interfere and save a human life and not the other? Playing a godā€™s role even though he is not one to consider himself as such. ā The first encounter was a one to remember as I was accused of staring because you were too grumpy to think otherwise. āž There is no bite to his words, he is actually almost laughing at the memory; they were really in a hot mess, along with their rightful suspicion of others with the TICKING BOMB in their mind at the time, begging to break free. ā The second was when you- āž No, he knows itā€™s not this one, not this voice. It was the gentler one, offering him what he actually did not need but appreciated the gesture behind nonetheless, even when his pride made it difficult, but he had to play the role too. ā -offered a sandwich. āž A DEBT in his eyes to be paid back, an act he has to return when the time and opportunity arrive. They did now. ā Now with this one, I paid the debt. āž
Careful yet casual is the way he pulls the dagger out as not to alarm them further, bringing it to his vision, gaze admiring, maybe a little nostalgic, but then he rotates it in his hand to slide it back where it belongs. ā Could have given you this in a message of peace, but you wouldnā€™t convince me to trade it even for the world. āž No one shall lay a hand to it without his uttermost trust and permission, which never comes easy. ā Not to stray from our topic of my suspicious behavior, couldā€™ve finished you right after this one. Hell, couldā€™ve let him finish the job then took all the credit along with his life; less work. āž He pokes with his boots. ā So, no. I did not, nor do I now, plan on making an enemy out of you. āž
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AĀ  disharmoniousĀ  trailĀ  ofĀ  footstepsĀ  someĀ  softĀ  someĀ  heavyĀ  ,Ā  rhythmĀ  aĀ  swingingĀ  pendulumĀ  between.Ā  ItĀ  wasĀ  tooĀ  closeĀ  forĀ  suchĀ  aĀ  foleyĀ  .Ā  BulletĀ  mereĀ  secondsĀ  awayĀ  fromĀ  themĀ  andĀ  theĀ  jerksĀ  soĀ  outerĀ  body.Ā  HarveyĀ  atonesĀ  toĀ  instinctĀ  ,Ā  TwoĀ  FaceĀ  knowsĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  aĀ  matterĀ  ofĀ  somethingĀ  elseĀ  .Ā  SomethingĀ  foreignĀ  .Ā  AnĀ  invasiveĀ  joltĀ  fromĀ  somewhereĀ  else,Ā  someoneĀ  elseĀ  .
TheyĀ  shouldĀ  fleeĀ  ,Ā  theĀ  assassinā€™sĀ  deathĀ  unbeknownstĀ  toĀ  themĀ  ,Ā  theyĀ  knowĀ  toĀ  lingerĀ  longĀ  wouldĀ  beĀ  faultĀ  .Ā  StillĀ  theyĀ  remainĀ  .Ā  TwoĀ  FaceĀ  isĀ  riledĀ  upĀ  fromĀ  multipleĀ  provocations.Ā  SomeoneĀ  almostĀ  outĀ  thisĀ  conjoinedĀ  monstrosityĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  hisĀ  miseryĀ  ,Ā  someoneĀ  elseĀ  reachedĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  twistedĀ  cavernsĀ  ofĀ  theirĀ  mindsĀ  .Ā  AndĀ  wasĀ  liableĀ  toĀ  doĀ  soĀ  againĀ  .Ā  HADĀ  doneĀ  soĀ  beforeĀ  evenĀ  .Ā  HeĀ  knewĀ  itĀ  somehowĀ  .Ā  LikeĀ  aĀ  obnoxiousĀ  tuneĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  headĀ  ,Ā  heĀ  wouldĀ  alwaysĀ  senseĀ  aĀ  breachĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  cerebral.
InĀ  theĀ  shroudedĀ  darknessĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  crevicesĀ  hereĀ  ofĀ  nightĀ  silenceĀ  lendsĀ  themĀ  noĀ  answersĀ  .Ā  SoĀ  heĀ  mustĀ  make the incisionĀ  Ā hisĀ  wayĀ  throughĀ  theĀ  thickĀ  airĀ  ofĀ  suspenseĀ  likeĀ  aĀ  scalpelĀ  andĀ  findĀ  theĀ  corruptingĀ  parasiticĀ  neuroneĀ  orĀ  theĀ  ruthlessĀ  handĀ  thatĀ  attemptedĀ  toĀ  endĀ  theĀ  secondĀ  lifeĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  manĀ  turnedĀ  duplicitousĀ  monsterĀ  .
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ItĀ  comesĀ  toĀ  anĀ  unexpectedĀ  fruitionĀ  .Ā  ManifestingĀ  inĀ  oneĀ  ,Ā  theĀ  hunterĀ  orĀ  theĀ  encroacherĀ  whichĀ  isĀ  whichĀ  isĀ  hardĀ  toĀ  decipherĀ  thoughĀ  oneĀ  thingĀ  isĀ  forĀ  certainĀ  ;Ā  oneĀ  issueĀ  ofĀ  themĀ  hasĀ  eliminatedĀ  theĀ  otherĀ  .Ā 
āĀ Ā Ā Ā seemsĀ  weĀ  gotsĀ  companyĀ  .Ā  Iā€™dĀ  -ah-Ā  thankĀ  youĀ  butĀ  Iā€™mĀ  notĀ  sureĀ  whatĀ  toĀ  makeĀ  ofĀ  itĀ  .Ā  Anā€™Ā  Iā€™mĀ  wonderinā€™Ā  ifĀ  yerĀ  lookinā€™Ā  prettyĀ  familiarĀ  rightĀ  nowĀ  .Ā  LottaĀ  peopleĀ  wantĀ  usĀ  deadĀ  .Ā  WhoĀ  knowsĀ  maybeĀ  yerĀ  bothĀ  hadĀ  theĀ  sameĀ  ideaĀ  jusā€™Ā  figuredĀ  yourĀ  werenā€™tĀ  sharinā€™.Ā āž
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stainedpast Ā· 6 months ago
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It is never dull to play tricks on humans, the tougher they are, the better. What else is he to do to entertain himself with through CENTURIES of age? A soul gets tired and bored, does it not? Even an unbreakable one like his. Theirs seems to be too, almost. Surviving through millions of hells, scarred, yes, but breathing still, despite every try life has thrown at them, not that he knows their stories, not yet, but the way they carry themself, the weight of their aura and soul, it says it all with no words.
They have noticed hisā€” talent with magic, or so they put it. Now, he has to get an S to pass this test in the disguise of an interview. Saving humans, he doesnā€™t consider himself above it even if he makes it seem like it to the outsider eyes who know of his true identity, of the species he belongs to. Besides, it fills up his time, no harm in having fun while painting the perfect image of himself in the ignorant eyes. His blood is another subject, a sensitive one indeed; he has always drank an elixir of his own making to fool those who have demanded a test of it for them to think it human, an extra measure since his original is close enough for he is born of death that is not his own, unlike every other living vampire. Still, he doesnā€™t make it too easy for them, raising his own argument in the matter. ā Yeah, sure, you wanna make sure Iā€™m not another alien in the shape of a human, you wanna trust me. āž There is an apparent ā€˜butā€™ in his pause, eyebrows rising a little. ā I need to trust you, too. āž Time shall prove them worthy or not, maybe even with the truth, his gut is neutral for now.
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@bruz3r plotted starter
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stainedpast Ā· 5 months ago
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This would have been the perfect itā€™s me not you situation, but he refrains from utilizing it. Amber eyes watch as they get into their other form, the curious inquiry bringing a faint smile to his features; he definitely does not look it, perfectly blending with the humans, his powers hidden and quiet unless he decides to make them loud enough. ā The eyes. āž He gestures with his head, taking another bite of the apple in hand.
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@catfcng cont from šŸ©ø
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stainedpast Ā· 7 months ago
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Pfft. Why is there a comparison to begin with? Humans are INFERIOR to them. They are inferior to HIM. He doesnā€™t voice his opinion though. ā Everyone takes pride in having what others donā€™t, I guess. āž His words hold some truth in them, and he doesnā€™t make it sound like a persistent argument to their statement, only an opinion. ā Thatā€™s because you made a choice to be humble. āž They should not assume everyone else would do the same; humans are competitive and envious by nature, unless they make the effort not to be. His observation, at least.
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A brow quirks up at his comment, a light roll of her gaze given in response. "Well, doesn't help that some act like because they got immortality, they're better than everyone else." a huff of a breath, hand rising to ruffle through her own dark tresses. "Hell, you don't see me going around acting like I'm better than any other hunter in existence."
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stainedpast Ā· 7 months ago
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Their reaction only makes it worse, getting out more laughter. Then they mention the SUN being an enemy of theirs, and he lets his face rest, not alarming them though. Sometimes, he forgets not every vampire can walk in daylight like him. Sad. ā It would be on your very sound judgement. āž The sarcasm is coated by humor; they would choose to burn instead of ripping the fabric to break free? Tsk tsk tsk. Regardless of their answer, he reaches for the stuck part of their cape, freeing it in a swift movement. ā There you go. āž
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Nandor could have tried to yank it out of the hinges, but he didn't want to accidentally rip it, not was only this his best cape, but it was at least a couple of hundred years old. -- "You want me to be nice, maybe you should stop laughing, because you wouldn't be laughing if you were in my situation, plus, it's also very rude." He pulled on the cape again, but nothing. "What if the sun comes out and I'm stuck here, you want my death to be on you?"
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stainedpast Ā· 5 months ago
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It is only natural for someone who has lived as long as he did to carry such a sentiment towards a youngling that thinks are already past being called as such. A sigh; he has to play the part anyway, so they are right. ā Yeah, yeah. The most alarming stage of their upbringing. āž He throws humorously, waving a little as if to dismiss their words. ā A mango flavor wrapped in a rainbow roll-up? āž His first teen-appropriate suggestion, or so he thinks. ā Or a baskin robbinā€™s banana-split? āž These donā€™t sound too bad even for their ageā€” right?
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ā‚ŠšŸœāœ ( @stainedpast saidĀ  怉
ā€œ can i get her ice cream? ā€ -emrys (heā€™s respectful of the fatherhood like that)
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"She's-" an amorous little chuckle escapes him at the sentiment, demeanor softening in appreciation in spite of the complete miss.
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"She's one of those teens, you know, she might think you're babying her." he warns Emrys, shrugging thereafter to tack on, however, that: "you sure can try, though. Cassie appreciates a good scoop or two."
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stainedpast Ā· 7 months ago
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He is preoccupied with something else when they apologize, dragging his attention to them. Oh, the coffee, he almost forgot about it. He doesnā€™t make it obvious when his gaze studies them, not getting into their thoughts yet, but he could already guess it is a hungover. Humans, always downing liquor and drugs like they need it more than water and air all for the sake of a temporary numbness or euphoria. ā Yeah, thatā€™s the name~ āž He taps on the counter as he confirms, taking the cup into hand before bringing closer to his nose, letting the aroma settle in, a habit if anything. ā Donā€™t worry about it, kiddo, but do be careful next time; you donā€™t know which temper youā€™re gonna run into. āž A wink before he takes the first sip of his coffee, satisfaction displayed in an agreeing hum.
@stainedpast ( issac / emrys )
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"sorry, i think this is your coffee." it's almost a miracle that issac could keep track of whose drink was whose given how hungover he was, making him more eager to get his coffee so it could hopefully put his head at ease so he could get some work done. not for his job, but his own personal work that was stored on the laptop that he had in a bag that he carried on his shoulder. "emrys, right?" he asked, checking the name before looking at the other man whom he thought to be just a regular guy like him without knowing the full truth., "i didn't drink from it or anything. i just saw it wasn't mine."
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stainedpast Ā· 7 months ago
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Oh little did they know their fears are in place; he is LISTENING to their internal conflict, the voice in their head, a one that seems more fit to live in a world as this, in a city like this. Maybe it has spurred in a coping mechanism in the darkness of this place, of who knows what life they have had. He will fill in the blanks later, oh there is plenty of time for him, hopefully they will survive long enough as well.
For now, he listens. The urge to JOIN that conversation is a threatening one, but he ties his tongue and mind. He could join outrageously, speaking loud and clear in the human words, or he could creep into their mind, whisper into it, converse with WHOEVER in there, but there is the chance they might not take it, MELTING the flesh at worst or the fragile mind at best. He will be patient, for now.
He has a point, Harv~ I see right through the millions of masks you are wearing, I have already breached into your barricaded mind, and I have found him: Big Bad Harv
Donā€™t voice it, not yet.
Despite the laughter in his own mind, the JOY at their suffering, he is an Oscar-winner in the way he doesnā€™t let it reflect onto his features, his body language. Hands thrown into the air in fake surrender; they sure can try to have quite the night, he on the other hand, is actually having one so far. ā Sure, yeah. āž Hard jobs? Pfft. They might have one, but any job for him is not too hard anyway. Well, except when he has to LOWER himself to the humansā€™ level at times, how atrocious, humiliating.
He will let them be, for now; it supports his lies anyway when he acts uninterested as if he wasnā€™t really staring right into their SOUL a few moments ago.
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OfĀ  courseĀ  heĀ  hadĀ  noticedĀ  .Ā  ParanoidĀ  thatĀ  theĀ  staringĀ  wasĀ  causedĀ  byĀ  theirĀ  internalĀ  conversationĀ  someĀ  howĀ  slippingĀ  throughĀ  theĀ  diastemaĀ  ofĀ  theirĀ  teethĀ  .Ā  TheyĀ  didn'tĀ  likeĀ  anyoneĀ  eavesdroppingĀ  onĀ  theirĀ  conversationsĀ  .Ā  That'sĀ  whyĀ  theyĀ  triedĀ  toĀ  keepĀ  themĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  headĀ  . Likewise Harvey didn't want anyone to know the beloved Apollo of Gotham had rot inside of him . A secret he's kept out of the public eye , thank God . He worked so hard to do so . Lately he's been having trouble with HIM again .
PerhapsĀ  thisĀ  guysĀ  justĀ  gotĀ  someĀ  kindĀ  ofĀ  staringĀ  problemĀ  ,Ā  heĀ  knowsĀ  theyĀ  areĀ  gruesomeĀ  andĀ  forĀ  thatĀ  theyĀ  stickĀ  outĀ  asĀ  anĀ  eyesoreĀ  amongĀ  theĀ  crowdĀ  .
WhyĀ  worried he sees right through ya , Harv ?
HarveyĀ  merelyĀ  scornsĀ  ,Ā  ableĀ  toĀ  ignoreĀ  theĀ  nigglingĀ  voiceĀ  atĀ  theĀ  backĀ  ofĀ  hisĀ  headĀ  forĀ  nowĀ  .Ā 
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āĀ Ā YeahĀ  ,Ā  wellĀ  ,Ā  I'mĀ  justĀ  tryingĀ  toĀ  haveĀ  aĀ  quietĀ  nightĀ  forĀ  onceĀ  .Ā āžĀ  YeahĀ  ,Ā  realĀ  quietĀ  inĀ  hereĀ  .Ā  āĀ Ā FuckĀ  upĀ  .Ā  āžĀ 
Ā DamnĀ  you .Ā  SeeĀ  whatĀ  IĀ  meanĀ  . You always try'na hide from people , Harv , it's gettin' real sad why keep this up ?
AĀ  smallĀ  gaspĀ  ofĀ  airĀ  andĀ  aĀ  grimaceĀ  notĀ  meantĀ  forĀ  EmrysĀ  .Ā  He'sĀ  aĀ  messĀ  heĀ  can'tĀ  keepĀ  tabsĀ  onĀ  whatĀ  areĀ  thoughtsĀ  orĀ  spokenĀ  wordsĀ  andĀ  feelingĀ  exposedĀ  eitherĀ  wayĀ  . āĀ Ā Lets just say you were daydreaming and move on with our lives , alright ? Sure we both work hard enough jobs , this was a ... misunderstanding . Ā  āžĀ  And with that he tries to tail himself out of there discomfort of the situation , entirely .
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stainedpast Ā· 8 months ago
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Everything is calculated with him, huh? The trespassing of their home, too? Who knows. He treads lightly, not very intentionally stealthy, but it is a second nature to him by now, like a PREDATOR hunting for food. He feigns surprise by their reaction and the gun pointed at him, hands thrown in the air in surrender and peace offering instantly. ā Sorry! Didnā€™t know it was occupied! āž He is looking for shelter too, homeless. His situation though is a one by choice, an act in the theater that is this WORLD.
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@stainedpast ( lyra / emrys )
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she had just gotten back from scavenging to her makeshift home that was really just an abandoned house that she fixed up herself to be secure enough for her to live in. it worked for the most part except for the rare times when she'd have to chase someone away and make it clear that this wasn't an available home. all was thankfully quiet as she pulled her jacket off and tossed her bag onto the table, setting her gun down before hearing the floorboards creak which made her turn with the gun now pointed at a man who somehow got inside. "what are you doing here?"
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stainedpast Ā· 8 months ago
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Why do humans have to be so DRAMATIC? Ugh. Maybe it is just his dislike of them that makes him so JUDGMENTAL at times. ā Canā€™t help any when youā€™re knocked out, but if you say so. āž A shrug of his shoulders and a momentarily throw of his hands in the air in a fake surrender are displayed.
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a brow quirks up at his words, her own heavy breath escaping her at finding truth behind his words. Rest was important for anyone within any occupation, but sometimes obtaining such rest was simply stated than it was to obtain. A hand rises to rake through her own dark tresses, emerald gaze shifting to properly rest on him. "As correct as you are, there's not exactly any rest for everyone - can't help the most when I'm sleeping."
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stainedpast Ā· 7 months ago
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There is something to them, something ANCIENT, powerful despite the calm reflective on their demeanor. They are not pure, yet they donā€™t lack light, unlike him, a harvester of NOIR. There is an aura of magic around them, and with his current state, he doesnā€™t seem capable of intruding on their thoughts. Who are they? What are they? Questions will be answered, oh they definitely will, but for now, he will quietly observe.
Despite the BLOOD splattered on the ground, his primary source of energy and satisfaction for hunger, he smells theirs, deep within their vessels, he smells them: sweet, floral, yet ravenous, bloody. Despite every other presence, let it be alive or soulless, he feels theirs: alluring, soft, yet dangerous and alarming. Oh how long since he has felt something as POWERFUL as this? The allure of the idea is DANGER in itself; oh how tempting, pulling that is.
Their question is ignored along the rest of their words, lost to his own DEMAND of knowledge; his curiosity must be fed. ā Who are you? āž What are they? The dagger is slowly slid back into place as he stands, a gesture of peace and understanding of their lack of harmful intentions for now. ā Youā€™re holding back! āž A less humiliating way of admitting their prowess, their ability to have inflected more damage upon him. ā Why? āž Too many questions, but he wants them, he needs them.
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and thus ahri leans back against her own cushions, doll - like lineaments mold into an expressionism hewn out of dulcet mischief and blithe amusement. is it not foolish, to believe that she would have patiently waited for him to eventually rouse from his deep and intimate dreams, had her heart been ravenous for blood and carnage ? a girlish titter bubbles forth. ā nice reflexes ! i'm surprised. āž the she - fox does not exorcise the ghost of impish laughter from her vocalization: between one soft syllable and the other, is the shameless echo of taunting purrs. ā did you have pleasant dreams ? āž
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stainedpast Ā· 6 months ago
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Their internal conflict is not known to him for he is already out of their territory, their mind free of his grasp; no further need, they can drag their feet and run, he has bought them enough time, he supposes. The confusion is shared with the sniper; they canā€™t fathom any reasoning as to why their PREY would be able to dodge the bullet, how would one be able to foresee its track as it proceeds forward with such tremendous speed? Even if they happen to have blown the cover long ago, why the theatrics, and how would they manage the timing? Impossible!
Almost nothing is when he is involved.
It is a failed mission, the sniper will have to either find a new spot, tail them or abandon the mission and try again later, their bosses wonā€™t be happy with this. He, on the other hand, doesnā€™t get to complete the victory nor celebrate it when the ache in his head hits, the ringing in his ears feels like an IMMINENT EXPLOSION, blood seeps from his nostril, slow at first but heavy in a moment. A finger reaches for the maroon liquid, sampling it under his blurry vision for a moment: epistaxis? Really now? ā Fuck! āž He is interrupted with another attack of pressure and agony in his head, he almost falls to his knees but manages to drag his body to an alley, thatā€™s when his body succumbs to the ground below, torn apart from the inside. Maybe he shouldnā€™t have forced it like that. Nah, he will manage, he always does. He allows himself to rest, his back slides against the wall behind, knees bent and arms resting atop them, but then they disturb his already short-lived peace. Of all the other places, why would they choose his spot? The childish reasoning kicks in his mind, and before he is able to allow any of it out, his peripheral vision catches a glimpse of a dark cloak: the sniper, right on top of them, of him too. He seizes the chance for an excuse to get rid of the threat, to help them without blowing the false facade of not doing so, masked by helping himself. Invisible to the outsidersā€™ eyes is the way he pulls his dagger out, swiftly throwing it at the danger above. He purposefully lets it be coated with imperfection(not a hard job with the current state of his body), the weapon buries deep into their chest, forcing their arm to change the direction their aim was at and so of the bulletā€™s, penetrating the wall instead, again. It all happens so quickly, their rifle is the first to fall before their body does too, losing their balance is their demise, their consciousness a following consequence, they were ALIVE as they descended to the ground. The likelihood of their survival is minimal at best, yet he inspects the body, checks for signs of life: none. His hand reaches for the dagger now embedded further into their chest, he plucks it out. ā Thanks for returning this. āž The blade is cleaned of their blood when he wipes it twice each side against their garments. Cruel, he might seem, but so were their attacker.
It hits again.
The balance is lost, but he manages to stab the blade into the ground to prevent his fall, BLOOD is splattered on the ground below his face, his muscles threatening to give up and make his features submerge in his own blood.
It subsides, like a switch flicked on and off. He rolls onto his back, hand still gripping the dagger as he breathes out into ease, the fabric of his attire soiled with his own blood, remnants of it on the lower part of his face. ā That was close. āž A statement carrying multiple meanings to him, but probably singular to them.
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ā—–@stainedpast /šš‹š„š€šƒš’Ā  he never forgets an act of kindness, selflessness, whether it be by his self-appointed nemesis: the humans, or his own kind. he might have not needed their gesture at the time, but it showed him the kind of person they are. he might act all hateful and despising of their species, but he is the one to make his kind able to blend in with them, to look like a human, think like one, act like it; he could be humanityā€™s demise and destroyer, but he can also be their savior, their aid and voice to the other party, his own. today is not his day; most of his powers lie dormant deep within him. it seems this day is not theirs either; his gaze catches the reflection of a sniperā€™s rifle, its aim is quickly determined: their head. there is no time to warn or reach them for a push, too risky anyway, and so he locks his eyes with theirs since the alternative of practicing this on the sniper has less chances of success, he puts everything in him during this disadvantageous state so he could control their mind(s), forcing them to move away from the route of the bullet, exposing the sniper and the failure of their assassination orders. ā€”emrys @ whoever u want
āš– - unprompted / ACCEPTING.Ā Ā å½”
PeopleĀ  wantĀ  themĀ  deadĀ  .Ā  AlwaysĀ  haveĀ  ,Ā  alwaysĀ  willĀ  .Ā  DentĀ  forĀ  hisĀ  ground-breakingĀ  sweepĀ  inĀ  gettingĀ  Gotham'sĀ  leastĀ  desirableĀ  individualsĀ  locked-upĀ  .Ā  TheĀ  longĀ  yearĀ  whenĀ  heĀ  becameĀ  aĀ  suspectĀ  toĀ  murderĀ  .Ā  AndĀ  nowĀ  ,Ā  aĀ  crimeĀ  bossĀ  inĀ  ofĀ  themselfĀ  .Ā  EveryoneĀ  hadĀ  piecesĀ  ofĀ  thisĀ  JanusĀ  theyĀ  wantedĀ  toĀ  chipĀ  awayĀ  .Ā  StillĀ  theyĀ  didn'tĀ  seeĀ  theĀ  sniper'sĀ  pelletĀ  shotĀ  upĀ  towardsĀ  themĀ  .Ā  SomebodyĀ  must'veĀ  becauseĀ  whileĀ  theĀ  dominantĀ  twoĀ  personalitiesĀ  remainedĀ  unbeknownstĀ  theirĀ  bodyĀ  jerksĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  wayĀ  ,Ā  onlyĀ  seeingĀ  theĀ  slugĀ  hitĀ  aĀ  crateĀ  behindĀ  themĀ  onĀ  theĀ  mainlineĀ  dockĀ  mereĀ  secondsĀ  afterĀ  theĀ  involuntaryĀ  response.
TheĀ  bodyĀ  flailsĀ  inĀ  aĀ  matterĀ  ofĀ  regainingĀ  theĀ  feelingĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  limbsĀ  ,Ā  theyĀ  swerveĀ  aroundĀ  theĀ  cornerĀ  ,Ā  creatingĀ  distanceĀ  betweenĀ  themĀ  andĀ  theĀ  hitmanĀ  ,Ā  noĀ  longerĀ  inĀ  theĀ  sightsĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  rifleĀ  setĀ  onĀ  themĀ  .Ā  ThereĀ  longĀ  coatĀ  isĀ  theĀ  lastĀ  thingĀ  toĀ  soarĀ  en-suitĀ  ofĀ  themĀ  .Ā  TheyĀ  haveĀ  onlyĀ  aĀ  matterĀ  ofĀ  secondsĀ  toĀ  accessĀ  theĀ  situationĀ  beforeĀ  theyĀ  wouldĀ  needĀ  toĀ  moveĀ  onĀ  .Ā  GetĀ  theĀ  hellĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  hereĀ  .
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WhoĀ  wuzĀ  thatĀ  ?Ā  !Ā  SureĀ  asĀ  fuckĀ  wasn'tĀ  meĀ  orĀ  HarvĀ  soĀ  I'mĀ  wonderin'Ā  whoĀ  elseĀ  isĀ  inĀ  thisĀ  headĀ  ?Ā  JudgeĀ  ?Ā  HahĀ  ,Ā  nahĀ  .Ā  I'dĀ  knowĀ  ifĀ  heĀ  cranedĀ  hisĀ  faceĀ  inĀ  'ereĀ  .
Wouldn'tĀ  beĀ  theĀ  firstĀ  timeĀ  andĀ  won'tĀ  beĀ  theĀ  lastĀ  someoneĀ  wantedĀ  toĀ  getĀ  inĀ  hereĀ  .Ā  WhoeverĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  theyĀ  savedĀ  usĀ  .Ā  GodĀ  onlyĀ  knowsĀ  whyĀ  .
NoĀ  timeĀ  forĀ  yerĀ  pitifulĀ  lamentĀ  ,Ā  DentĀ  ,Ā  moveĀ  yerĀ  assĀ  orĀ  theĀ  nextĀ  slugs'Ā  ain'tĀ  gonnaĀ  missĀ  .
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stainedpast Ā· 8 months ago
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Dancing with death. How ironic for to many, he is DEATH in a conning veil. Maybe it is why their magical allure does not work on him the way it does on the rest, aside from being superior to humans and the like. It is a rarity to be caught so helpless, lying down at the MERCY of his captorā€™s decision whether to rid the world of him -or at least try to- or keep observing. Lucky enough, he is spared for their curiosity wins the battle.
In his dream, he is lying on the grass, his head resting against the comfort of his wifeā€™s lap, lids draped down and a small smile tugged on his features. Above him is the face of the most beautiful woman to ever exist, their bright, soft smile gracing their features. He can see it without even opening his eyes.
But then he does, and oh he wishes he never did. His lids flutter a little, bringing him back to the reality his unconsciousness has stole him from, getting a better image of the face aboveā€”- itā€™s not them! Itā€™s not Areti! Thatā€™s when heā€™s reminded of reality, of the present. Quick and tactful, he rolls away before immediately turning on his legs, a hand further supporting his balance, the other getting his dagger out, ready to attack or defend. Had they wanted to kill him, they would have attempted already, he knows, but he canā€™t be too careful in such a scenario, can he?
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怀š­š”šž šššš®š š”š­šžš« šØšŸ š­š”šž š°šØšØšš¬ š”ššš¬ ššš„š°ššš²š¬ šššš§šœšžš š°š¢š­š” ššžššš­š”, š¢š§ šš š°ššš„š­š³ š­š”ššš­ š¬šØš„šžš„š² šŸšØš„š„šØš°š¬ š­š”šž š­šžš¦š©šØ šØšŸ š”šžš« šØš°š§ š”š®š§š š«š² š”šžššš«š­ - š›šžššš­, ššš§ ššš§šœš¢šžš§š­ š«š¢š­š®ššš„ š¢š§ š°š”š¢šœš” š¬š”šž š¢š¬ š¬ššš¢š§š­šžš¬š¬ ššš§š ššžš¦šØš§šžš¬š¬ ššš­ š­š”šž š¬ššš¦šž š­š¢š¦šž. it has never been arduous to bend the will of pathetic men to her desires, their souls naught but an alluring feast 'pon which to greedily gorge herself: a flutter of lashes, a sway of curvaceous hips, a glimpse of porcelain - white skin [ ... ] and they all forget about the gods revered through wooden crosses and 'pon altars of marble. he, however, is a special case ā–¬ā–¬ he does not surrender to his desires and instead, fights against his urges with such a stubborn fervor that his consciousness soon leaves him.
almost a whole hour has passed. the room is now quiet, the other dancers have left with their respective clients already and only they remain, seated amidst cushions of velvet and half - drunk bottles of exquisite red wine. his head is resting 'pon her lap, a claw - tipped hand brushes his hair back once he begins to stir. 'pon the plushness of heart - shaped tiers, is a mischievous albeit dulcet smile. ā it took you quite a long time to awaken, sleeping beauty. āž
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stainedpast Ā· 7 months ago
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ā Come on, you canā€™t deny itā€™s amusing. āž He lets another chuckle to punctuate his words before he stands by it, an armā€™s length to reach but doesnā€™t release it. ā Maybe if you ask nicely? āž He is a fellow vampire, not a soldier.
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{ @stainedpast ;; sc. ā†³ emrys
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"Why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation." He said as he tried to pull his cape from the hinges where it had gotten stuck. "Well, help then! don't just stand there."
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