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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 20:41:50 GMT -5
Myzrael was silently following the exchange of all the characters, and stayed in the air as each entered the hospital.
He brought his hand to his lips in a chuckle, at the thought of what he did to Trist and that shadow being, Jace. We all have weaknesses, no one is an exemption.
He noticed someone else joined the group. Another woman he didnt recognize. This city sure did have a knack of being unpredictable. Something moved below. Myzrael looked down, and recognized the woman as the werewolf. 'Fiona was her name i believe'..
She walked a ways away from the hospital, by a nearby tree. Myzrael descended silently, and dropped out of sight on the opposite side of the tree. The tree was a willow tree, its branches descending down in adulation to the ground. It was slowly withering, and the bark seemed unusually dry.
'Hello' Myzrael said, from the other side of the tree.
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 20:54:11 GMT -5
Fiona felt outnumbered. Two vampires in this strange city. Humans. And whatever else is out there. She moved away from the hospital, hooking her thumb in her pockets as she moved. She sighed deeply.
She paused as she heard someone. She spun around and looked up. She smirked as she saw the angel. "Oh, it's you."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 20:57:43 GMT -5
Who did you expect, Death?' He smiled. 'I can bring Death, but Azrael is not my name'.
He came from the other side of the tree, the wind catching his hair. He looked at Fiona.
'What happened to Trist was of my doing' He said calmly. 'Things got.. complicated'.
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 21:04:41 GMT -5
Fiona lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "It doesn't matter to me," she replied. "You've no need to explain to me. I am merely fascinated with the damage done."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 21:14:59 GMT -5
'Not so much an explanation but an admission..' He said. 'Fascinated huh? You are no stranger to pain, Fiona, i can feel it'.
He looked in her eyes, and something feral stirred within him. He felt her energy, her strength, her pain. He reveled in it, and gave a small shudder.
'Exquisite, isnt it? Pain is so pure, the very essence of feeling, the confirmation of existence, the core at everyones being, human or otherwise.. it is only the strong who can surpass their pain, and the wise to inflict it when necessary. However, it is not advised to lose yourself to your pain, werewolf'. He said.
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 21:21:06 GMT -5
"What do you know of my pain?" She lifted her chin as she eyed him defiantly. "Unless you know of some secret, I have no choice but to lose myself to pain. The wolf controls, it wants, it needs, and I am no longer me."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 21:30:21 GMT -5
'Im no human, i feel what they cannot. If anyone can understand what pain is, im that being.' He stared back at her, nonplussed.
'But enough of the pity parade. It only takes control, and determination. I prefer to think of myself as something of an enigma, controlled chaos as you may call it. A bringer of pain, of clarity.. A savior.'
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 21:34:33 GMT -5
Fiona sniffed in disdain. "Really. A fallen angel who's a savior. That is fascinating." She smirked at him. "I do not fear pain."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 21:42:09 GMT -5
'Ironic isnt it? My life is a living irony. I never said you fear pain. It just seems you lose yourself to it.' He said.
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 21:46:31 GMT -5
Fiona sighed, finding him annoying now. "It's not the pain I lose myself to. The moon is the connection, the cause of the pain, of the beast. But it no longer matters, none of this does."
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 21:52:08 GMT -5
It was overcast. The sky was completely covered with clouds.
'And if the moon didnt exist, would you feel better? As a powerless mortal?'
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 21:55:00 GMT -5
Fiona frowned. She looked away from him, the thought was startling. She couldn't say she hated being a werewolf, not anymore, but she couldn't imagine being mortal again. She didn't even remember her life as a mortal anymore. "No," she replied.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 21:59:57 GMT -5
'Well if the moon is so troublesome, maybe we should get rid of it.' He smiled evilly.
He rose in the air, and extended a hand to the sky. The clouds swirled, and the moon was revealed. A wave of the hand, and a ball of dark energy formed in his hand. He directed it towards the moon, and it sped towards the heavens, expanding slowly. When it reached a certain point in the sky, it expanded enough to encompass the entire moon as seen from the earth, blocking out its light and influence.
'Give me confirmation that this is not proof of your existence, and i shall destroy what torments you so'. He said, his form dark in the moonless sky.
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 22:13:51 GMT -5
Fiona scowled as she watched him. "Oh, the hell," she growled. "You bastard. You can't do that, you'll ruin everything." She clenched her fists so tightly she broke her skin with her nails, blood dripping down her hands. Her anger was burning through her, she felt fear, that he would really destroy the moon. "Don't," she whispered, without a moon, would there even be an existence?
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 26, 2009 22:51:57 GMT -5
'Ruin everything? In what way? I believe ill be helping you.. Dont you think so? Dont you think the life of a human is intriguing?'
His hand was left suspended in the air.
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