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| Manic Deathstorm | Thu Mar 27, 2008 2:45 am Post #16 |
 
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“King Manic Deathstorm” It was odd hearing someone actually calling him that, other than the stupid mistake for soldiers that served beneath his rule. That was when the name Shagarez came into his head. A deep set look of distaste crossed his visage, but only for a brief instance as his mind was quickly distracted by her following comment. It was of the card, “Eh, it’s just a magical card; it summons forth a blade and also calls it back at my command. Quite useful when you don’t want anyone to know what you’re truly carrying and how damaging you can be. For me, I don’t want my enemy to know anything about me until I actually hit them with it.” A wry grin crossed his lips at the sheer thought of a person’s expression when he would pull such a tactic against them. The most precious encounter involved that of Cordelia. Such a great thing that was, to take someone so high and mighty and reduce them to nothing more than a simple and loyal subordinate. Almost instantly his thoughts were pulled from that of Cordelia and back to the woman before him. When she began screaming out and had finally dropped to her knees, his eyes would narrow as he simply played spectator throughout the entire ordeal. What could he do anyway; it was a torment she brought on herself…It wasn’t like anything he could control with words or actions and it was highly unlikely that he would do so to begin with. What happened to others weren’t in his interest, especially when he wasn’t the cause of it. If she knew that prior like it seemed as though she had, then she should have known to simply ignore his question. By no force had he made her attempt to answer it, so it was her own damnation. And then in a soft almost hushed whisper she would mention that she didn’t have one. There was a slight twitch at his lips, but there would be nothing sparked any further than that in emotional reaction. Instead, he would push forward a few steps, pausing just short in front of her. Issuing a hand forth, he would offer it to aid her in rising back to her feet, before speaking in a low and dark tone, “Arise, it isn’t befitting to see a woman upon her knees unless it’s to beg for her life, or to pledge solitude to someone. You are doing neither…And as for a name, how about I give you one for you, hmm…? Would that make things better, then perhaps this sort of incident may never come back to haunt you.” While his words seemed sincere and just, his eyes and features would not play any forms of emotion. |
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| Unknown | Thu Mar 27, 2008 3:29 am Post #17 |
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She closed her eyes against Manic’s voice. Pain shooting through her being... only it wasn’t pain... it was shame. She was ashamed of what she was at this moment, in front of this man. Slowly she pushed herself up from the ground. She stared at Manic, her hair had already moved back to its original place. She looked as though nothing wrong had ever happened to her, as if she’d been standing talking to this man without a single mishap. She closed her eyes and it was a long moment before she opened them again. “I uh... sure.” She didn’t know what else to say or do. A name for once would be nice, chances are she wouldn’t end up remembering it. It was hard for her to remember things anymore, hard for her to do anything anymore. She blinked at him again. “I can’t promise I’ll remember it though,” A pang of remembered pain shot through her head, making her dizzy for a moment, but the memory of the pain had already begun to fade, and by tomorrow she wouldn’t remember it at all. “The demons that haunt me are a lot for me to bear,” She whispered the words to the darkness that closed in around them. “King Manic Deathstorm,” She moved closer to him and gazed into his silver eyes before she looked out at the lake. She wanted to tell him about her death, but she didn’t remember it, and he wouldn’t believe her anyway. A shiver ran down her spine and she was wondered what it was. Her senses were dull compared to a normal person’s. “Is it cold?” She really couldn’t tell. She whispered another thing, almost as though it were an afterthought. “I guess I really am my torturer.” |
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| Manic Deathstorm | Thu Apr 3, 2008 6:12 am Post #18 |
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“Demons eh…? Now now, they aren’t all so bad as you seem to paint them.” There seemed to be a disregard in his eyes while she clambered to her feet, not wanting to add to the awkwardness she must have been feeling at the moment. After all, the two of them seemed quite more alike as the time ticked on. They both seemed to have their random episodes, but his own insanity was something that came and left on an instant, triggering rapid and complex changes in both his personality and behavior. Cordelia learned that the hard way, but unlike the others she was the triggerer of such a scene for him. For which she paid, while it would have been her life that she paid with, it wasn’t quite that way. She paid a much more serious price than just simply with her life. For a life could be taken within a simple flick of the blade, but it took great cunning and cleaverness to break down such a woman to both render her pride and honor to nothing. She was his for the length of their contract together, not anyone elses, but simply his…A woman whom claimed to serve no one and acted as though she were above everything else. It was such an invigorating feeling to behold, a feeling that seemed to etch a wide spanning grin across his slender lips. Granted…There was a stipulation to the contract and that was to eliminate Fehade, but it would be a minor annoyance that would be taken care of within due time. Speaking of time…When was he supposed to even bring a close to this whole ordeal? All the while the thoughts jumbled throughout the empty caverns of his mind, a perplexed look would take and twist his countenance. Gradually each of his features would soften in appearance when the thoughts parted from his mind, only to be replaced by the woman’s words once more. “Cold…?” The word rolled off his tongue, while his eyes trailed across the languid opaque waters that lightly washed their way across the shoreline in a methodical succession, before retracting back into its large body, “It might be cold…I don’t care to pay attention to such petty things, they’re unimportant really. As for the torturer thing…” His lips would curl upwards in a smug grin at the thought of his next couple of words, knowing full well what they may or may not do, besides it would be something that would be fun to do, “You aren’t your own torturer, I am your torturer in this twisted place you view as hell. I am your King, I am your Lord, bow down and give forth to my claim. So, tell me child, I’d like to hear it in your own words, what brings you here? The whole death thing, it must have been quite traumatizing no?” By this point his head would lean forward as would his body to bring his face as close to hers as he could. The sound of his voice seemed to go from a powerful booming voice, to something along the lines of patronizing and mocking with its tone. Whether she would catch that and pull the curtain on his little act would remain to be seen. Though, with the way the conversation had been going thus far, it would not be a possibility, for she would buy it hook line and sinker. And when she would, the same torturous scream would let loose from her slender mouth as the agony took itself upon her at the memories she stirred to life. Most would call him cynical and maniacal with ensuing such an act, but in his view…It was something that was both necessary and needed. There was so many unexplained reasons behind why he would do such a thing, that it couldn’t be explained easily. |
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| Unknown | Sat Apr 5, 2008 11:37 pm Post #19 |
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She had dipped her foot into the water, feeling it around her ankles but not the temperature of it. She almost wished she could recall what warmth and cold was. She moved back to Manic and moved back over to where he was standing. He moved his face very close to hers and at that moment she got her wish because her blood ran cold when the words left his lips. She turned to face King Manic. “You told me you weren’t my torturer.” She backed away from the man slowly and something wild and inhuman in her purple eyes. She looked like an animal backed into a corner that would bite the nearest hand, helping or no. She didn’t know what to do at first. But she knew what she had to do. She had to survive down here and to do that she had to bow down to her King and Torturer, just as he demanded of her, otherwise... she didn’t want to think about otherwise... otherwise was worse than now or could be. She would have to answer him, but she didn’t know whether to bow down first or after. “Death brings me here,” She decided not to kneel just yet so that he would hear her words as she spoke. “Yes, quite traumatizing.” She slowly sunk to her knees, she had nothing left to say. Her eyes still gazed up at King Manic, truly aware how much of a torturer he could be now. She closed her eyes as her knees finally settled onto the ground. She stretched out her arms in front of her so that her forehead touched the ground. Her emotionless eyes opened to stare at the dirt. ”Do with me what you will,” The words were hollow and empty yet that was what made them so chilling. It was almost as though a promise of something more was in them, a deep thing struggling to the surface but couldn’t quite break it ... yet. |
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| Manic Deathstorm | Mon Apr 7, 2008 4:32 am Post #20 |
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"You told me you weren’t my torturer.” That was it! That was the look he had been looking forward to receiving from his words. The wild and shocked look was something that sent his blood pumping throughout the very core of his being. Oh such a gracious feeling it was to finally break someone into a realization they never knew, just as it was such a grandeur feeling to break and bend someone to his own will. The past couple of days were nothing less than fantastic for him and it was beginning to show across his features in the form of a wide spanning grin that could be matched by none other. Rarely had he ever smiled and there was a reason for that…Though, it was of no importance now. Instead, the woman bowing before him was the one and only prime concern to him at the moment. She really had believed that she was nothing but an underling to him, granted it wasn’t the way he really wanted everything to turn out. But like hell if he was going to argue about it, since this almost seemed to play into his hand of cards far better than anything he had originally thought out. Curious eyes bore themselves down upon the woman, listening as she spoke her emotionless words. The poor woman didn’t even know what kind of commitment she was making; it was almost saddening…Almost. Lowering himself down to a crouched position, a hand would move out to lightly tap her on the head, before motioning it in an upwards fashion, “Stand up, there’s no sense in staying like that. Besides, I have something I’d like you to see.” A wry grin crossed his slender lips; while he rocked back to an erect stance just thinking over how easily manipulated this woman proved to be. The moment she would rise back to her feet, both of his hands would move out to her shoulders only to lightly grasp them to keep her still. Again his neck would crane itself to bring his forehead mere inches from her own, “Remember what I said about demons not being as bad you seem to paint them? It’s true, because we’re much worse than simply that.” The grin remained prominent upon his features, but his eyes would darken in their manner and pick up a deep set crimson glow to them, which seemed to illuminate them within the darkness that shrouded around them. After a few moments, the glow in his eyes would fade and they would return back to their onyx shade of hue once more, “I am one of them…From the things people have told me; I have the eyes of a Devil. The only difference between me and the rest of those demons, would be the fact that I’m not all entirely ruthless. I can be…should you cross me, however…” With the last few words that flittered from his lips, both of his hands would part from her shoulders, but his right would slowly lift to run the tips of his digits briefly across her cheek as it retracted back to his side. Turning on his heels, Manic would take a few steps forward and away from the woman to create some distance betwixt the two of them, until he would pause a few feet away from her. A hand would instinctively lift to his chin, the thumb and index fingers resting on opposite sides while he thought, “I’m also stronger, better looking, and lastly…Much more giving should I receive something in return. Basically, I can make your experience in this realm much more enjoyable if you serve my every purpose.” Silently he mused to himself over a few idle thoughts in his head, ‘A Devil needs his minions after all,’ the thought caused him to break out into an insane laughter. It would soon subside after a few moments when the thought of the woman behind him returned to his mind, “Say…What’s the one and only thing you would like to achieve in your existence here? It can be anything you want.” The second the last word broke free from his lips, he would turn on the heels of his boots to face the woman, wanting to catch her expressions while she thought out what she truly wanted. |
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| Unknown | Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:55 pm Post #21 |
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Alright so I'm an idiot and accidently deleted this post... So sorry X_x |
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| Manic Deathstorm | Sat Apr 19, 2008 4:16 pm Post #22 |
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Intrigue captured Manic’s countenance when the woman before him curtsied out of respect and after a time offered her request of him. It was a request that would not be easily granted, but it could still be something that he still could aid her in acquiring. Even if he didn’t though, it would make little difference, she was his now and nothing was going to change that for the time being. Unless of course she turned into Cordelia at the last second, then…Then perhaps he might just consider killing himself…But that was far and in between and totally unlikely to happen so he was safe for the time being. Now…She wanted to know who she was…As of right now there was no answer for it. Nothing he said would probably satisfy her, no less anything he said would more the less be a lie of any sort. Though, it was worth a shot…Sucking in a breath of air, his eyes narrowed in their focus upon the small frame woman, voice subtle in its tone, but remaining powerful all the while, “You want to know who you are…? Well, for starters you’re a woman…Second, you died and that’s why you’re here, and lastly…You have no name. Now…” His voice would pause for a moment as a thought swept over his mind. She didn’t have a name and the last time that she even thought on it she went through one of her spells… In short, there really wasn’t a hope of coming up with her name since she was the only one that possessed that information and since she couldn’t divulge it there would be no way to know it, unless of course he took her to someone who had the power to read minds. Even in such a case, it wouldn’t work well in his view…There were countless reasons for that. Taking all focus from his thoughts, it would return back to the woman in front of him, “I think I’ll just call you Selena, Harmony, or Shayna…Completely up to you on which one you prefer more. Personally, I think Harmony fits you, but I’ll leave that decision to you.” Issuing a click of the tongue, a wry smile would cross his lips, before he would turn on his heels and began his way towards the lake, where he would take a seat just a foot off from its black waters. “Is that all you would like to know is who you are…..? If so, I could help you what I can…I can’t guarantee anything, but I can at least make an effort. Keep in mind I don’t offer a lot of people that type of offer so don’t take it for granted.” The sound of his voice was dark, almost menacing in its tone, but yet soft enough to allow her a bit of comfort in it. Not bothering to even make eye contact with her, he would simply lean forward to stretch out a hand over the waters, where he would dip a single finger down beneath its surface, causing a few ripples to shockwave out from the point of entry, “You say you’ll serve me…You realize you signed your life to my hands by saying that. You go back on that word and I will make sure every minute of your existence will end in torment…And that’s being nice about it, dear…” With that same finger, it would idly swirl itself about the surface of the waters, as if mentally writing something within the languid liquid, “I’m not somebody you want to play that sort of game about it…But enough of that.” Pausing for an instance, his mind began to wander across a couple thoughts that jumbled through his head, “Though…You realize in order for me to help you, you have to help me in order to do so. I can’t just figure everything out on a whim.” In one smooth motion, the hand probing the water would part and place itself alongside his other, as his form twisted towards the two of them, using them to aid himself back to his feet. Once standing, Manic jeering made his way back to the woman, pausing just a few feet off from her where he would simply gaze down upon her, “You hold the pieces to who you are….It’s a matter of getting them out of you and trust me it won’t be a fun process, judging by your earlier spell…So, what do you say…? What’s the next action that we will need to take here, because if you’re not interested in going through that, then I have no further business here…” |
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| Unknown | Tue Apr 29, 2008 12:16 am Post #23 |
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Her eyes dimmed at his words. She felt a small resentment blossom in her being as she watched her King. She decided not to say anything however except watch him behind smouldering eyes. He had asked her to choose anything, anything she wanted; so she had, she wanted to know herself and not feel like a stranger in her own skin and he had done nothing to help her. Instead she just listened to what he had to say the smoulder in her eyes died and was replaced once again by a blankness. She thought over the names. “Harmony works.” Her memory worked in weird ways. She was sure she would remember King Manic but she wasn’t sure if she’d remember her name. She could remember things she learned from the point she could remember however anything about herself seemed to be lost on her. She could remember what a tree was and how to walk, even how to play the harp, but she couldn’t remember human interactions unless they were explained to her. Harmony... I guess that was who she was now. It made her immensely sad to think about it. And then he spoke again. Her heart lightened a little bit, he would help her as much as he could. It was enough. It was all she could hope for. She didn’t care what his voice sounded like, he had said he’d help her and that was... She smiled. A first. “No!” Harmony said quickly, not wanting her chance at knowledge to disappear. “You are my King and I am your servant. I will serve faithfully my lord,” She dipped into a deep curtsy and held it for a few moments before she rose again. She wouldn’t lose this chance. “My Lord, I’m not sure where we should start for me, there is so much I don’t know.” She struggled to string the words together so that she didn’t sound completely ignorant. “How about we start with your needs my Lord and perhaps then I shall know where to start with my own.” |
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| Manic Deathstorm | Wed May 21, 2008 12:26 am Post #24 |
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Manic eyed the woman curiously and a bit taken back by her sudden devotion to whatever cause he may serve. There would be no arguing it though, instead he would relish the thought and bask in the glory of bending another to his will. The only question remained was….What did he truly want, out of all things what could this woman possibly offer that others could not. For a long while he simply stood in thought, eyes moving first across her and then across their surroundings until initially landing upon the harp not too far off from them. A wry smile then took upon his slender lips and in a sick almost demented means of thinking, the thought would come to mind. Ah, it was so simple, a price easily paid for what she seeked to acquire with his aid. In a slow drawn out movement of the hand, it would come to place the tip of his index beneath her chin, only to lift it slightly so he could get a gander at those spiritless eyes. Silence instilled itself between the two of them, stewing and binding…Until the soft tone of his voice would slither from betwixt his lips, “My needs…?” A soft hiss issued in continuance after the words he spoke to add to the suspense that would build, “Your purpose will come about soon enough, but until that time reaches its closure point you will simply remain as you are. Titleless and purposeless…” There was a certain cruelty of his voice and maliciousness of his visage, but there would be no physical intent within their display, only simple intimidation for the time being. Removing the digit from her chin, the hand would drift back to his side momentarily, “You feel don’t know where to start, you feel lost in the abyss that is your mind am I correct? Well…What is the one item that is in your possession at the moment? Think long and hard on it, because that will be the first place to start. Because your harp will bring you a couple answers that you may seek, or unlock more confusion. Whatever the case, your answer resides in the songs that you play, at some point in your life you’ve had to have heard them. It’s a matter of finding out why, where, and who. Unless you just learned them, but everyone has their own special song that they play.” There was a pause after his words at the sudden thoughts that littered his mind. After a spell of time, a few words would release from his lips, “Even I have my own special song, but there is no instrument that I play it with other than my bare hands and the blade that I wield. Everyone has their own instrument, their own song, there’s a reason for everything. Well….Within reason, I suppose. If that doesn’t make sense, I can elaborate further for you, but for now think on that bit of information and see if you can’t think of something, anything. It’s the best I can allow for the time being, until I find something else I can use about you to help.” With that said, Manic would simply turn to move back to the black waters where he would stand, motionless. “Why don’t you play me another song…” It wasn’t a gesture for himself, but more so for the benefit of the woman. Music tends to unlock and ease the mind, perhaps if there were really answers there for her to find, that would be the opportune time to do so. |
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