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Post by Arthur Ð on Nov 15, 2009 8:00:25 GMT -8
The setting would be familiar to the teller of a story. A small bar, on the corner of the streets. An intersection where people would meet then drown their sorrows in watered down, overpriced alcohol. Still, the ceiling fan would rotate, the juke box playing some old 1960s rock music, dialled down low, as a stage, little more than a wooden platform in the corner of the bar, was emptied of some poor, red-faced business man that couldn't handle their drink and thought themselves the next Gene Simmons or Mick Jagger.
Sitting in a nearby corner, not consuming the alcohol, just watching, sat the ghoul. The odd fly buzzing around him as most of it was kept out of sight, up his sleeves, in the skull, things like that. He watched the pitiful scene play out and sighed, a slow, reverberating noise. Everyone needed down time, and the donwtime of the masses didn't suit him so he thought to have some fun.
Standing up from his seat, he approached the stage. Taking a slightly longer route, he flicked discharge on when passing the juke box to fry its circuits, a hand gently running across its front panel. Taking his place up on the stage he was initially met with some verbal abuse but Arthur ignored these naysayers. His lipless mouth curled back as his head tilted forward.
"Silence.!" A single commanding word, that resonated in an echo thanks to the modified modulator he had built back into his respirator. "The. Art. Of. Necromancer. Has. Marvelous. Origins. Broiled. In. Deep. Dark. Arts. And. Contracts. With. Hell. Itself." Arthur began, fully expecting, and quite honestly witnessing, the drunkards stare into their glasses instead of directly at him. He would raise his voice on this point onward.
"But. Hell. Itself. Does. Not. Know. What. To. Do. When. One. Enters. Its. Flames. And. Emerges. With. Their. Knowledge. With. No. Cost." Arthur at this stage would produce a dirty old top hat, the seams starting to come loose as he placed it on his maggot covered head.
"William. Here. Will. Atest. to. What. I. Know." Arthur exclaimed, holding up the rotting skull on a chain. The thing started chattering happily, catching the attentions of quite a few of the patrons. Some looked straight at their drinks then pushed them away, or ordered more. A few close to the stage ended up tipping back out of fear.
"We. Enter. Hells. Domain." Arthur exclaimed, as the fly swarms flew out from his sleeves and began to make their way across the room. Letting people know that things weren't as simple as it seems.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Nov 16, 2009 1:02:27 GMT -8
Sara slipped into the small bar, looking around apprehensively. She was lost pretty damn bad. She thought she might have actually been to this exact bar once before, but she could never be sure. She moved through the tables and people, looking for a quiet place to sit. She just wanted to sit for a while, catch her breath. She had been wandering around the same damn couple blocks for how long now? She deserved to sit for a while. She finally found a small empty booth along one of the walls and dropped into it. A few moments later, and older heavyset woman approached, looking apprehensive as though she might be forced to deal with a minor wanting alcohol. Not the case here, what with her addiction and all. Sara smiled politely at her and asked for a can of coke. The woman nodded relieved, and moved to get her the drink. Then Sara leaned back in the seat and took a deep breath. Long day was long... The place seemed kind of relaxing though. In a... Dirty... Impersonal, sort of way. Quaint. She was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. The woman dropped a can on the table and Sara thanked her politely, popping the top and taking a deep sip, her eyes moving to the stage as some guy got onto it. "Silence.!" Sara was slightly taken aback. She dropped her can on the table "The. Art. Of. Necromancer. Has. Marvelous. Origins. Broiled. In. Deep. Dark. Arts. And. Contracts. With. Hell. Itself. But. Hell. Itself. Does. Not. Know. What. To. Do. When. One. Enters. Its. Flames. And. Emerges. With. Their. Knowledge. With. No. Cost. William. Here. Will. Atest. to. What. I. Know. We. Enter. Hells. Domain." O________O" Sara stared at the guy with his top hat and chattering skull. Two personalities fought for control. Guess who won >_>" She burst into laughter, banging her fist on the table, the other arm wrapped around her torso as her body shook with laughter, even as flies suddenly started flying everywhere. You see " Crazy Sara was crazy. Fucking NUTS. In her eyes, his show had been the best she had seen in... EVER! She started to clap for him as everyone turned shocked eyes towards her.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Nov 16, 2009 22:30:10 GMT -8
Arthur too, would join the other stares, as he saw a woman begin to laugh at his act. Arthurs face was serious, his eyes staring at her as if she were some filth.
"And. These. Ancient. Powers. Can. Do. Things. That. Would. Normally. Be. Impossible. Including. Restoring. A. Semblance. Of. Life. To. That. Which. Never. Lived." Arthur would continue, ignoring her laughter but this little bit was in some way directed at her. His hand released the skull, and took hold of the glass cylinder next to it, holding up its contents, a stillborn babe, for all to see. And for a moment it did nothing. Then, for the observant person, its eyes opened, before life sprang back into it far more, the thing clawing at its glass confinement, wanting to get out.
"As. You. Can. See. Their. Life. Is. Not. Complete. They. Seek. A. Woman. To. Bear. Them. So. Their. Life. Will. Return. To. Full." Arthur continued, as looks of horror began to wash over the crowd, some even began to try and leave hurridly, others simply pushed their glasses away thinking it was a trick of the beverage of choice.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Nov 16, 2009 22:42:18 GMT -8
Sara ignored the looks from the crowd as her laughter died down. Amazing, this guy was classic. She waved a hand apologetically, signaling that he should continue as she picked up her can of pop, the smile still on her face as she took a sip. "And. These. Ancient. Powers. Can. Do. Things. That. Would. Normally. Be. Impossible. Including. Restoring. A. Semblance. Of. Life. To. That. Which. Never. Lived."Deep... Maybe she should start snapping at him like that they do at those emo bars. Maybe that's where she was. She looked around again. Maybe she had actually wandered into some poetry thing with a very... different crowd then normal. Her gaze went back to the guy when he grabbed a hold of something else. She leaned forward, hoping to get a closer glance at the thing in the jar. Was that...? Holy crap, it was wasn't it?! That was a baby! She was slightly to far to see its eyes open, but she was close enough that she could see it suddenly begin to claw at the sides of the jar. Holy SHITE that was some awesome piece of magic O= "As. You. Can. See. Their. Life. Is. Not. Complete. They. Seek. A. Woman. To. Bear. Them. So. Their. Life. Will. Return. To. Full."Around her, people began to get up and leave, rushing past her table in an attempt to get out. Sara took the opportunity to move a few tables closer, dropping into a seat closer to the stage. She leaned forward expectantly. "Hey... HEY... PSSSSSST! Hey!" When she had his attention she would whisper to him. "Do you do birthday parties? Can I get a card or something?"
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Post by Arthur Ð on Nov 18, 2009 1:41:03 GMT -8
Arthur stared at this woman. His eyes focusing into an unhappy expression.
"Woman. Are. You. Volunteering. To. Bring. Forth. This. Child. From. Hels. Bosom. And. Clasp. It. To. Your. Own.?" Arthur questioned the strange girl back. The swarm of flies would slowly retreat back to Arthur in a sort of stream before they left him once more, focusing more on this girl, landing on here, near her. The Stillborn Heir continued to claw at the glass walls, trying to escape.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Nov 18, 2009 12:46:34 GMT -8
"Woman. Are. You. Volunteering. To. Bring. Forth. This. Child. From. Hels. Bosom. And. Clasp. It. To. Your. Own.?"Sara turned her head, confused. How hard was it to understand that she just wanted a card with a number on it The flies suddenly started to swarm her. Annoyed, she swatted at them, only to have them get worse, landing on her. Well this was simple enough to deal with... Sara activated her. A loud booming sound filled the area, the flies around her being blasted back, each one hit with a tremendous amount of force and slammed away. The activation of her qi left a faint green wind flowing over her, just above her skin. Any fly that attempted to land on her would be blown back away. Not a burst particularly, such as the first one, the wind would just be strong enough to keep them from landing on her and away from her face. If the people in the bar had still had some sanity left in them, the use of her qi in a public place removed anything left of it. Most of the people got up and left, the night being far to much for them now. Sara on the other hand, didn't care. Most were drunk and wouldn't be believed anyways. "Much better, now..." Her eyes settled on the glass jar again. "Well, see, I already have one of those, not in a jar of course, but if that one doesn't have a home, sure why not. But would you still be able to do a birthday party without it?" OOC - Posts till next burst - 2 Strength: 128 Dexterity: 294 Charisma: 57
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Post by Arthur Ð on Nov 18, 2009 17:31:58 GMT -8
The flies were singular in their goal, that was their nature. Even though many were killed from being blasted back so suddenly, most of them struggled back to a postion where they could perform their namesake, only to stop moving, the last of the unique charge leaving their bodies. Those who still could move, did so, taking back to the air, swarm the girl and table. That was their directive.
Arthur himself would leave the stage, letting the glass cylinder fall back to his side, ignoring its contents clawing attempts. He would step up to the girl. "And. Just. Who. Would. You. Be.? Clearly. An. Inhabitant. Of. Two. Five. Nine." Arthur would question as he leaned forward onto the table. A few maggots wiggled out from his sleeves onto his gloved hands before they began to crawl towards the girl across the table.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Nov 20, 2009 15:50:13 GMT -8
Although the flies continued to attempt to land on her, Sara's qi kept them at bay, the most she had to do was swat her hands in front of her face so that they weren't blocking her vision as the guy came towards her. She smiled, leaning forward eagerly, arms resting on the table in front of her.
Sure he was finally going to give in and give her a number, she was surprised when he instead asked her if she went to 259. Her face fell in confusion, but an instant later, a smile hit her lips, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "I run 259."
Ok, so maybe she was a little overconfident in her position... However she was engaged to Matrim, and everyone knows the woman runs shit~ Therefore, SHE ran 259 ^____^ Logic FTW.
She glanced at the maggots as they crawled towards her, and absentmindedly moved to flick one across the table with her finger. "I'm Sara..." A small smile at him, completely unperturbed by what was happening. "And you are?" Her eyes narrowed extremely threanteningly as she hissed her next sentence at him. "And your name BETTER have something magical about it."
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Post by Arthur Ð on Nov 22, 2009 1:20:32 GMT -8
"A. Ghoul." Arthur responded, unfazed by her threats. He'd survived being set on fire, amongst much worse things. He stared blankly right back at her, his teeth bared, though that was because he lacked lips more than any actual threat. "Though. Last. I. Checked. No. One. Had. Any. Control. Of. That. Damnable. Place. And. To. Try. Was. To. Brand. Yourself. A. Right. Fool." Arthur commented, a small chuckle coming forth from his lips as he remembered Gabriels attempt to control the school. It was right laughable. And this sheila, she seemed to be quite his lesser.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Nov 29, 2009 11:32:50 GMT -8
"A. Ghoul."
... "Good enough." She would settle for that, it sounded deep and dark enough to satisfy her needs. *RAWR*
"Though. Last. I. Checked. No. One. Had. Any. Control. Of. That. Damnable. Place. And. To. Try. Was. To. Brand. Yourself. A. Right. Fool."
"I didn't say I was trying to control it... I frankly think the school is fine the way it is." She left it at that, unconcerned of what he would take from that. "I don't think I've seen you there before..." She leaned forward again, smirking at him as she crossed one leg over the other under the table. She was unfazed by his words. "Are you a student?" She blinked innocently up at him.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 19:17:55 GMT -8
Arthur would ignore her question, instead he would continue on the tract that she had first provoked with her words.
"The. Implication. Of. Running. A. Location. Infers. The. Control. Of. Said. Location. Now. You. Say. You. Run. But. Not. Control. Thus. Creating. An. Impossiblity. Or. Contradiction. Whichever. Term. You. Wish. To. Read. It. As. However. That. Leaves. The. Situation. As. It. Is." Arthur stated in response, he would straighten his form. Staring down at the girl blankly.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 7, 2009 19:37:55 GMT -8
Sara stared up at him, her head tilted in interest. So it was a debate he wanted eh? She wasn't much of a debater though and a silly magician shouldn't be so brass as to think he could speak on a topic of which he (she had to assume as the man refused to answer her questions) knew nothing about. "Don't get smart with me boy... My method of 'running' is to allow the students freedom and make sure they have a place to go to school. I have no more control over a student with a free mind then you have control over a cloud. I also plan dances!" She smiled proudly. You wouldn't believe the planning that went into a dance and how hard it was to run one O=
She stood up, her hands on the table threateningly as she smiled at him. "Do you not agree with my method? I could always beat my logic into you..." Ya... The best way to deal with things... beat them till they agreed...
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 7, 2009 20:06:09 GMT -8
"Evidently. You. Failed. To. Realise. I. Already. Control. A. Cloud." Arthur would respond, to illustrate his point the insects buzzing around would return to Arthur before forming a thick black cloud that slowly moved around them. "So. It. Would. Then. Beg. The. Question. If. I. Can. Control. A. Cloud. How. Can. You. Not. Control. A. Students. Mind.?" Arthur continued. Her threats were dismissed easily to him, he'd be able to endure anything and everything. Least until that one moment he sought came.
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