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Post by Vespyr on Nov 11, 2009 14:53:10 GMT -8
When Vespyr resurfaced from the dark waters of her delusion, she was gazing upward at the turbid grey sky. The cold air was dense and promised of rain, as if the vast leaden clouds would overflow with tears at any moment. The pale girl's eyes closed and she gathered her frigid hands to rest atop her chest in silence, holding the rose gingerly between her fingers. Her face was placid, so stone-cold and serene that she appeared dead, holding the grand flower to her breast like a corpse at rest. The high black walls of the alley loomed above her, and beyond them the ever-darkening heavens, which had begun to weep.
Gently at first, the drops fell toward the earth like tears, sparcely staining the ground. A tranquil thrumming began to echo in the alley like an elegy; a hollow, desolate sound. As the cold droplets kissed Vespyr's face, her eyes opened with repose.
Had it been a dream?
A long sigh passed from her frozen lips at the thought, remembering ruefully the events that haunted her like ghosts. The rose, now glistening with silver tears of rain, was the sad proof; not a dream. Her blue-tipped fingers caressed tenderly the soft folds of its petals, feeling the sting of unrequited yearning. When she was commanded to reveal her feelings, she had done so with utmost honesty, in hopes of closure to the never ending whirlpool of anger, doubt, and broken trust. Her emotions stood alone, a hand in the empty touch, marked with somber silence as their only reply. The rose was pressed to her lips as she gazed in earnest at the vacuous sky, meditatively. There could be no mourning, no requiem for what she would never posess. He had said, that in his absence, she must carry on without him. And so she would.
And if he would never admit to his feelings for her, whatever they might be, Vespyr would still be breathing, though shallowly.
"You said once that our fates were forever intertwined... but did you mean it?" she spoke dismally to the air, the words drowned and lost forever in the encompassing rain.
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Post by Scene on Nov 12, 2009 22:03:53 GMT -8
"I never say what i don't mean."
Scene's voice would come from behind her- it had seemed that the mask wearer would do to her what he had done in the past- leave her in a pool of doubt. No, this time he had taken her here for a purpose. What he wanted to accomplish couldn't be done in a day, and this he knew- she would be key to his success in the school, even though she refused to acknowledge her role in that place. She hated people, she hated them, yet she had come to care for him so. He would turn from her, looking toward the entrance to the alley.
"Follow."
He would begin walking, heading toward the school.
'Its time we begun my...revenge.'
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Post by Vespyr on Nov 13, 2009 6:52:03 GMT -8
Vespyr rose to her feet in silence, her heart falling to her feet at the sudden appearance of his voice through the monotonous thrumming of the rain. She watched him go with unease, heartache at the possibility that this was just another one of his tests, one of the little games he played with her mind. With a resigned sigh, she swiftly pocketed the rose and walked after him, out of the shelter of the alley and out onto the street. She shivered as she did so, as the blood that had begun to freeze in its place suddenly performed laps around the track beneath her cold skin.
She glanced over to him questioningly, but his face, the mask, was just as inscrutable and cryptic as ever. So she turned her eyes away, back to the street, back to anything else that was something certain.
(ooc: ugh, sucks... sorry.)
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Post by Scene on Dec 1, 2009 12:46:53 GMT -8
Scene walked on, giving and revealing nothing of what he intended for her. It wasn't as though he was trying to hurt her, it was just who he was. He didn't give away his knowledge when it was unneeded- knowledge was power, and power was his goal. His footsteps fell like thunder, at least to his ears, and within every loud step of his came the crack of hers, the lightning to follow. The world was quiet- rarely a car, and nobody on the street. It was a vague replica of a world he once knew- created in his mind yet painted into a black canvas called space. He shook his head. His thoughts made no sense to him, let alone those reading this story. Still, he marched on, the pathways likely becoming familiar to her as they drew nearer to the object of his desire. He turned down an alley, one that would come out right in front of the school.
Half way through it, however, he pointed at a pipe, gripping it and climbing up easily. He would expect her to follow, and once they scaled the hundred or so feet that was the warehouse, they would find themselves on its roof, and below them they could see, totally displayed- the Campus of 259. His eyes glinted maliciously. He would wait until she stepped out beside him, and then he would finally speak, telling her what it was he intended, finally, without hidden meaning or games.
They had come too far for those.
"This place is giving of purpose." His mouth would twitch, though unless she was looking at him she wouldn't see it. "It has given me one, and i intend to see it crumble." His eyes would slide to her. "You must help me do this."
She would be the first in a long string of individuals whose allegiance he would take. In his mind he frowned- she was different though. She would be his right hand, and though he felt nothing, he felt something. In the real world, contradictions cannot exist, yet for him he felt a conflict. Why not break her neck? Kill her as he had done so many times before and throw her over the ledge? What had she done to earn the staying of his hand? He should do it. He could, right now, and she couldn't stop him. Her feeble efforts of resistance would do nothing to make him stop.
Yet still, he didn't do it.
Did he dare tell her?
He stared, waiting for a reaction.
This would change thier lives forever.
It was the beginning. The beginning to the end of all things.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2009 13:23:21 GMT -8
Vespyr hesitated at the base of the building for a moment, looking up at Scene in silent inquiry as he scaled the pipe. Such a mystery he was, and though it frustrated her to no end, the way he seemed to trail her along, she still followed him. To the ends of the earth, if she must, and she would do it willingly. Less than a heartbeat later, she was beside him on the roof, her eyes sweeping curiously across the panorama below.
The school?
All the puzzles he had set before her-- all the mazes she had stumbled through toward the gates of understanding that he had locked and hid behind, and now this?
Her feet moved forward in silence until the tips of her boots hung in the open air, her slender form balancing precariously on the edge. She listened intently as he spoke, an alluring and familiar lust for destruction seeping into her heart as his words slithered into her ears like snakes; why was it that no matter what he said, she found a reason to want to follow along? Of course he was brazen and unreasonable at times, but she couldn't argue with this...
"A plot?" she said, concise and nefarious, looking back to him with a fiery glint in her eyes as she lay the previous drama of newfound emotions to rest. There was a cold and hollow space there still, but any gap could be filled... at least temporarily.
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Post by Scene on Dec 1, 2009 14:45:50 GMT -8
"Something like that."
Scenes eyes played over her, the way she held herself. She treated this like yet another play on words. She did, however, have it correct in one fashion- it was a plot. You see, Scene had many things planned- he was a murderer, a liar, a manipulator- he didn't care what others thought of him, he only cared that he completed what he had set out to accomplish.
At the top of that list was the death and destruction of everything 259.
"I'll tell you simply- i plan to kill every individual inside that building." He stared at her, his gaze unwavering.
"Why? Thats not important- however, i have good reason." Like he needed one. "Whats important is that i need your help to do it, and in order for you to help you must attend this place. You must get stronger." He would turn and step to her, putting his body closer then she probably would have liked.
"And most of all, you must dedicate yourself to me fully- i must know, without a doubt, that you are to be trusted, that i can lean on you."
The words tasted slightly bitter in his mouth, but he dealt with them as always, swallowing slightly as his warmth would envelope her, and her smell would surround him. He waited- he needed her devotion, otherwise, it would all be for naught.
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 1, 2009 15:30:43 GMT -8
Vespyr turned to face Scene at the mention of wiping out the student population, almost shocked. Not in dismay, but the very idea of it was so... appealing. However, attending school was a drawback to this. It quite possibly was the one thing Vespyr had vowed to never do-- to throw herself in amongst so many people that she hated...
Though a rebellion was flaring up in her throat, she held her tongue as he stepped beside her. She swayed for a moment at the edge of the building, though her gaze was stable and firm. Their bodies were close but not touching, an unbearable tension like static between them. Familiar, but... somehow different. Colder than the wet, frigid air, and unpromising.
"I am not a pawn. Don't you see? There's nothing different about us, no reason why i should let you tower over me the way you do. Down there, we're the same flesh and blood splattered on the sidewalk. The same. But that doesn't mean we can't have unbreakable trust in eachother. I know you could push me right off this ledge if you wanted to, but i'm still standing here beside you. And you can be sure that i wouldn't turn around and do the same thing." Vespyr said, pleading with the humanity within him that she knew was there. She was sure it was there; he couldn't feel nothing and still treat her the way he did. If he had no feelings at all he would have her on her knees with a knife to her throat and she would have no choice but to obey. Even in the past when he had her at the point of his blade, she saw something crumble inside of him. There was something inside there trying to get out.
Yet still, there was another force within him that did not let him reveal the truth. Vespyr could see it in his eyes, words waiting to be screamed but suffering there, behind the mask, unspoken and unheard. She had told him once before that he would have to be honest if he were to get any answers from her, but still he hadn't. Whether the day ended with her blood staining on the ground below or not, Vespyr refused to bow down any longer.
She turned away from him, breaking from the clutches of his eyes and gazing through the rain discerningly. "So please stop acting like there's something sour on your tongue whenever you talk about how you feel. You're not heartless, not completely. But the way you're acting, the tenderness that you show, none of it means anything unless you're willing to admit the truth. I can be loyal but i require loyalty in return."
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Post by Scene on Dec 13, 2009 10:45:05 GMT -8
Scene stared at her, contemplating.
She saw...far more then he had believed.
He weighed the options, then looked back to the school, hate burning in his eyes. He wanted to smack her, to tell her to stop her crying about his feelings and to accept who he was. He looked back into her eyes.
"Im going to tell you two things."
He stepped toward her.
"First, i AM above you, because i have a plan. I have a goal. I have a way and a reason to exist. You, up until you met me, were nothing- a simply pitiful individual crawling on your belly, looking and scavenging for you next meal. Thats not to say i'm not proud of how far you have come- i am. But in THIS mission, in THIS promise, i will be above you, you will follow my orders, and i need to know it will be done without question."
He would cut her off, if she tried objecting or stepping in.
"In return!"
He bit his lip, not saying anything, chewing on it in anger and apprehension. He would step away, looking off toward the school as a sudden aura of acceptance cool his features.
"In return for your promise and dedication of loyalty to me, i will give you two things. First....an open declaration." He looked at her. "Yes, i have been comprimised by...feelings... for you." He said it rather disgustedly. "I do not understand why, but i have a strange connection with you. I think about you when i shouldn't, and wonder where you are at times i should be focused on my tasks."
He would cut her off again if she spoke up.
"And two- i will give you one hour. One hour with me to ask any questions you wish, and i will answer every question true, on my word. If you find out something i spoke is untrue, then you can consider your bond to me severed, and you will no longer owe me any allegience."
He would stare and wait.
"Acceptable?"
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 13, 2009 11:06:35 GMT -8
The life in Vespyr's violet eyes seemed to dull when Scene spoke, but she said nothing. She hadn't expected this to be easy so she wasn't too disappointed, but she still felt stung by his angry reaction. Instead of biting back like she might have in the past, she merely looked over to him in silence. The life in her seemed to be fading away as of late; he was sandpaper.
And still, she wouldn't let go.
But this wasn't about her, was it? This was his world, he had said so himself-- he wanted it and he would take it. She could either stand by and have no part, but then she might as well be dead. She would be dead to him, certainly. So her only other option was to pledge her alliegance to him in hopes that he would someday realize that he was only human, just like her.
"Fine." was the only word she spoke, her voice hollow and tired. She hadn't even considered the rewards he had offered; as of now, she didn't care. Whatever information he would reveal could be done of his own accord, because Vespyr had grown sick of asking questions.
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