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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 13:34:49 GMT -8
The early morning sun rose overhead as Gabriel made his appearance into the fourth street coffee shop. He hadn't been one who was all too partial for the creamy elixer but every since the death of Olivia he needed a fix for waking up in the morning. Approaching the counter he ordered his coffee black with a non-chalant face before finding his seat. His gaze was at the cup nothing other than that. In fact he was quite calm this morning as the nightmares were slowly chased away. Her dead body strewn across the floor with the pills in her palm wrapped up tight. Gabriel's brow furrowed as he imagined his family now, being caught up in the fire as their house was burnt to the ground by the people he once called friends.
"EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND!" A group of masked villans came through the door wielding their own assortment of weapons.
Gabriel's back was to them cautiously as he sat watching others drop to the floor. Yet in the same scene he remained seated. What was it to have no fear? It must have been having lost everything that truly mattered.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 13:48:02 GMT -8
The femme smiled weakly as the majority of the cafe fearfully bowed to the strangers' demands, not intimidated in the least bit by their brutish appearence. Merely watching them with limited enthusiasm, she noticed another who had refused to be afraid... and he looked strangely.. familiar.
As Vespyr tried to put a name to the face, for she was sure she'd seen him before, she suddenly remembered-- it was Gabriel, the boy who had attempted to take over the school by recruiting her and several others do do his will. Didn't his plan fail? She wondered curiously, for as she could recall, last she saw him he had been blown to bits, or something along those lines. She had left the scene indifferently, and soon after that she had left the city altogether with the same attitude.
But here they were now, coincidentally in the same cafe in the same new city, at the same time... the same time as a robbery, which Vespyr had a gut feeling would fail horribly, the blood of one or more of the criminals coating her hands. The thought was a rather pleasant one, and she wallowed in it momentarily before raising a hand to acknowledge Gabriel's presence. She wasn't completely uncivil... she would say hello.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 13:56:56 GMT -8
Pyr... The flames coating the walls with intense heat as the wall of images hit him hard, Gabriel's eyes grew dark, no longer was the gleaming shimmer of emerald lurking in them now a dark topaz hue and a dark glare. "Didn't you hear me boy down on the fucking floor!" The man said taking the butt of the gun to thrownce against Gabriel's skull knocking him to the floor. *Thud* Gabriel weakly moved his good hand to prop him up whilest the other remained unneatly escaping the sling. He felt the images flash up and his mind throb painfully. Justice
Valor
Glory The thoughts surged to mind clouding his judgement as he writhed unpleasantly. The burliest of the gang came from behind hefting him up by his hair. "Do you have a problem Pretty boy?" The dark faced man said spitting at him between words as he munched on the sunflower seeds. VengenceInstantaniously it would seem as the man's glove burst into flames before he retreated back dropping Gabriel to his knees. Eyes glowed furiously as the space around him began to boil underneath the weight of his Qi. "I am your demise, devil incarnate.... now Die."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 14:15:50 GMT -8
Vespyr's hand sunk back to her lap where it nestled itself into Fleesh's fur lightly. She watched indifferently as Gabriel took no notice of her, instead rising to defeat the criminals, having to be the hero... She would watch, still unenthused, and wait to speak to him again until he was finished.
However, she had a little thing to accomplish first... One of the brutes, who had taken notice of her, left the herd and came toward her, grinning evilly. Vespyr frowned; this was an amateur. He did not know the meaning of evil, and did not deserve to sport the regal title. He was just another one of the pathetic city scum thinking he was better, and that he could take what he wanted without consequence...
As his grubby hand reached out to grasp her, her arm whipped out from under the table and caught hold of the soft flesh of his face. Normally she would have gone for th neck, to end it quickly, but no.. Her claws dug into the man's stubbly cheeks, leaving five trails of blood where they broke the skin. She pulled him closer, his eyes now wide with shock, and spat.
"Didn't expect that, huh?" she growled through gritted teeth, sinking her fingers further into his disgusting face until he screamed in agony at her sharp touch. Vespyr's face grew more stern and she clenched her fist, tearing through the flesh of his cheeks with a lovely squelching sound, her claws meeting eachother inside of his mouth. Then she released him. He fell back, bringing his hands to his face and shrieking in the most raucous manner, a noise that Vespyr was NOT in the mood to hear.
"Oh SHUT UP." She grumbled, rising swiftly from the table, the cat jumping from her lap as she brought a heavy boot down on the man's throat to silence him. Moments later when the gurgling stopped, she sat back down with ease and pulled a napkin from the holder to wipe the blood from her hands. She wasn't in the mood to lick it off... which was strange, but she had not been feeling anything but that since she came back to the city from... wherever she had been for the past week.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 14:30:48 GMT -8
There was an intense pew of heat as the class in the coffee shop began mealting down, the scones and muffins began to liquidate to a small butter. The maddened grin on Gabriel's face grew as he didn't have to raise a finger to cause havoc. His Qi had evolved into something inhuman, something like a God...or Demon.
"What the fuck is going on?" One of the men paniced as the clothes on his very back begain to smolder.
"You're all going to die here..." Gabriel mouthed in a monotonic voice.
The heat gurgled as his shirt began to melt away of his back his entire body beginning to glow with an intense light. Gabriel himself had become a nuclear bomb. The throaty chuckle deep in his mind pounded maniacaly as the entire place began to catch fire. The doors were now welded shut and the villans now catching fire themselves. He was out of control, seeking to be put out of his misery.
Eyes turned onto the girl under the table having just immobilized one of them men and Gabriel returned a sneer. She had acted out of self-defense and didn't deserve death..not by these means.
"Go to the kitchen... hide in the fridge." Gabriel mouthed above the now humming noise of the bomb ready to go off.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 14:39:59 GMT -8
Vespyr growled in frustration at Gabriel's command, completely unsurprised that he was going to do something drastic... like blow up a cafe... Too much wierd, fucked up shit had gone down this week. It was nearly impossible to give her any sort of shock now.
With a scowl, she scooped Fleesh into her arms as to not have him burn his little paws on the floor, which had begun to melt beneath Vespyr's feet. Her combat boots left prints in the molten ground, tracing back to the kitchen as the human torch had commanded. She swung the freezer door open, grabbing the axe that was mounted there as she did so, and closed the door behind her without bothering to flick on the light. The girl and cat waited patiently in the dark for some sort of epic explosion, the sooner the better, so Vespyr could get out of this mess, maybe slip in a few words with johnny storm before getting the FUCK out of there, for the police would surely be arriving soon. She hated cops.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 14:53:06 GMT -8
The fire burst out charring all the bodies not safe behind a good wall of lead. Their bodies burst like ripe tomatoes becoming incinerated with flames. Even the remaining blood was vaporized by the scalding heat. Gabriel was surrounded now by death and there was nothing more to do than laugh in the darkest wa possible. He struggled to gain control of himself before the fire grew too intense and ielded for long enough to get under control. When it was over a blank stare focused at the ground. There was litttle more to distinguish this place as a coffee shop. The bodies closest to Gabriel were descimated while those in the corner remained human statues frozen till they shattered. He was now becoming something to be truly feared a messenger of death, something to heart he'd never intended to become. He came to a stand realizing his clothes hadn't handled the explosion fairly well being incinerated upon activation. Luckily enough the back cabinets had been spared too much damage and there was a wool rag he wrapped himself in before making way to the refridgirator. The handle had been seal shut but with a strong pull he seperated the fused section. His eyes lowered to the chilled girl and her pet. A curious familiarity reminded him. "Hello...Vespyr..."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 15:08:00 GMT -8
Vespyr glared at the boy who stood in the refrigerator doorway, smoke still rising from his charred hair, the smell of burning bodies permeating her senses. She looked past him for a moment, taking note of the destruction and... absence... of the cafe altogether. The police would be here soon, if they weren't all daft idiots. Oh wait... a contradiction.
"Hello Gabriel. I see you haven't changed much, still destroying entire coffeeshops with your superpowers?" she spoke cynically, her violet eyes boring into his green ones to keep herself from looking at what wasn't covered by the cloth, reminded painfully of Scene and the way he seemed to be burnt into her mind.. shirtless... Mentally shaking the memories from her head, she rose to her feet, with the axe still in her hand. She wasn't holding it for any particular reason, but rather she liked the feel of it in her paw, its heaviness making her feel grounded.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 15:16:33 GMT -8
What she said must have been intended as a joke because Gabriel was serious now he would not take it very well. Guilt streamed into him, he hadn't meant to kill all these people it just happened. There were innocents involved to and there was no goal to it, did the means justify the end? No not here they didn't.
"I...I didn't mean to to do it... things just got out of hand."
Gabriel shuddered as he seemed to be loosing a bit of himself. He was vhanging far too much now, once the center of control a beakion of chaos and order mutually sharing one host now he'd just become death. Unbiased murderer.
"I... What have I done?" Gabriel whispered low hearing the sirens approach from over the hill.
"We have to get out of here...' Gabriel turned leaving a hand to hold the makeshift loincloth work. He ran towards the back door also fused in that was before he kicked it, shattering it instantaneouesly.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 15:27:10 GMT -8
Vespyr cocked her head to the side, confused at Gabriel's sudden display of emotion. It was, er... unfamiliar. Vespyr could have killed twice the number of people who had died here and not felt an ounce of regret; he seemed to feel differently, though. But hadn't he also rampaged through a similar setting with an electric storm the first time she had met him?...Normal people... were so unpredictable.
"Get over it.." she said darkly, stepping fluidly over the charred rubble as she followed him out the back door of the cafe. She walked with her hands in her pockets, staring down at her feet with the kitten stalking bouncily beside her, looking up questioningly as if to say, "Who is the tarzan?"
Vespyr shrugged. Even if Gabriel felt guilty, which was hard for the girl to understand, it was no use dwelling on it. What's done was done, and there was no going back.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 15:34:06 GMT -8
Gabriel turned violent when she told him to get over it. He would move swiftly aiming to sieze her up by the throat in an aggressive clamp around her throat closing off the air.
"You don't get it do you... those were people, lives that cannot be replaced.." Gabriel looked on sickeningly as he threw her back to the ground walking away down the alleyway to evade the police pressence.
"Maybe I'm not the real monster afterall..."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 15:56:48 GMT -8
Vespyr let herself be grasped brutally, knowing that if Gabriel was as put off as he was leading on, he wouldn't have the 'heart' to kill her too. She smiled, revealing her sharp teeth, and looked into his eyes smirkingly. It amused her, how he felt the desperate need to be good; the reasons he stated for his guilt were reasons Vespyr would had justified their murder with.
The girl struggled a bit until she found air, taking in enough of it to manage a few words which would most likely initiate her release.
"You gonna... kill me.. too?" she said, her voice a low and haunting hiss, like a hypnotizing voice of reason... Evil reason... That spoke of death and destruction, of pain and suffering, and the need to hurt.
When Gabriel let her go, she simply stood there looking at him with a smirk on her deep cherry lips. "Call me what you like... I know what I am. And I'm satisfied with it. It would seem you're the one unsure of himself, Gabriel." she said, her voice low and mesmerizing, a devil on his shoulder in his time of doubt.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 16:21:00 GMT -8
It struck roughly at his heartstrings tearin him to his last stand. He wasn't strong enough, and perhaps he wasn't good afterall, perhaps everything in his life had lead him up to becoming this. A decietful murderer, empty and unaffectionate, cold and ruthless. When he came here, he was naive, at Moral Crest he was afraid to do what was necessary, and here he regretted it. What was he? His path was one of death and emptiness, his end would come soon enough he knew that and yet he didn't welcome it.
A death at the hands of Deta Teyfour, a Death at the hands of Stu, and now a Death at the hands of himself and yet he'd never stopped figthing, from each death he'd risen to his multiple lives each more powerful than the next. But what was the end goal if any? Purpose would be his undoing and he needed no end.
If Death was his path than he'd become the harbringer of it. He was the Reaper, Deveil Incarnate. The Nova Dragon.
"If it is Death I must pursue than it is Death I shall become..." Gabriel turned again grasping her throat violently, "Now is it death that you yearn? I shall give it..."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 30, 2009 16:34:55 GMT -8
Vespyr couldn't help but laugh, a sinister cackle, as he grasped her throat again, thinking him redundantly indecisive. His eyes burned with so much anger... Had she really pushed him over the edge?
"Welcome... to the dark side..." she laughed, reaching up to wrap a bony hand around his wrist, pressing her claws against his flesh harshly, but not deep enough to draw blood. However if he insisted on staying violent toward her, she would clench her fist like a beartrap, striking several major veins in his wrist. If he let her down, she would simply release her hand and glare at him with passionate darkness, an evil glint in her violet eyes.
So this was how Scene has felt when he released from her the demon... It was a satisfactory feeling, transforming the weak into something strong and powerful.
"You choose your own destiny," she would say, sternly now so he would heed her words, "but if you wish to be a strong-minded then you have to beat down your guilt and regret like weeds. You really feel so horrible for killing those people? Those who you say were innocent? I assure you that not one of those scum had any drop of innocence in their blood when you murdered them, Gabriel. You did the world a favour by getting rid of them. You should be proud."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 30, 2009 16:41:10 GMT -8
Proud? She was sick... And he was consumed in fury. The blood dripping down his hand now only felt like a stinging pressure at this point, he didn't have any time for this nonsense any longer. Her words were powerful but he would crush her without regret. Because deep inside she wasn't human any longer. A useful ally in another time but it would seem as though time in it's infinate wisdom had destroyed them both.
"Get lost, I don't wnat to see your face..." He said slapping her firmly at the same time as he'd release her from his clutches.
Gabriel strode off calmly, or about as calmly as could be managed under the circumstances.
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