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| Topic Started: Sat Nov 7, 2009 5:15 am (107 Views) | |
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Sat Nov 7, 2009 5:15 am Post #1 |
 
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It was nearly a week since the lich's last visit to the town, and his name was already traveling from ear to ear. His infamy on the surface was growing all the time; it was perfectly fine for him, as the form he used for his more disreputable acts was the same each and every time. He knew full well that he couldn't easily be tracked by appearance alone, with his bodies left rotting in the halls of the shadow society at the end of each fresh week. However, tonight his form was hidden beneath a large traveler's cloak, and the form beneath looked like a tanned warrior, his skin pitted with scar tissue from battles past. The muscles beneath the cloak rippled with wooden stiffness each time he reached for his drink, and he had to tip his head back to help the throat send the watery ale into his stomach. It was getting time for a new body, the lich mused. Things were slowly coming to a head for Yaksha, as the world was beginning to slip into the darkness. It'd been over a year since anything of note had happened, and the routine of life was beginning to seep in once more, making it obvious that the people couldn't be trusted to protect themselves without the gods. Patience, little ones. In time, your gods shall rise... He chuckled calmly, and took another deep swig from his mug, before humming softly to himself; it was a loud, jovial song, though the words were far from happy. Finally, he set the mug back down, before placing his own head on the bar top. He seemed almost knocked out to most everyone watching. However, his eyes still watched intently from beneath the hood of the cloak. |
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| Jace | Sat Nov 7, 2009 5:39 am Post #2 |
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Surely a chill must have been sent down the spine of every patron when the door slowly opened in the late evening, revealing what must have appeared as a regular man. But far from regular was Jace Morlinn. As he stepped into the tavern, letting the door close behind him, he was revealing his slender five foot ten inch build to the entire room. His freakishly pale eyes surveyed the room and all of its inhabitants, as only some of them returned the look. Jace appeared no older than twenty four or five, his complexion seeming fair and fine at first glance. He took no effort to hide anything out of the ordinary; no large cloak, no concealing clothing or a veiling hat. His hair drooped between his chin and shoulders, eerily black in colour. While Jace would certainly have been hard pressed to find a fortune in his purse, he still liked to look the part. His attire was more than average, off putting his creepy nature with a dignified tone. After having looked over the room to his content, Jace finally moved. Finding an empty table near one of the room's corners, Jace sunk directly into a chair where he could easily keep an eye on the entire room yet again. With his keen senses and thirst that hadn't been quenched in far too long, he planned on waiting for an unsuspecting and hopefully drunk fool to make their worst mistake ever - leaving alone. Until then, he was ready to bide his time and keep his thirst at bay. When asked by a barmaid what he wanted, Jace offered only a hand in the air that spoke quite clearly without him ever having to speak: "Leave me." |
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Mon Nov 9, 2009 3:08 am Post #3 |
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The door to the bar opened wide, and the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as someone walked into the bar. The lich's head rose slowly, and the darkness from inside the hood left his face perfectly concealed, as he pushed away from the bar top, seeming almost to glide towards the newest arrival. Negative energy seemed to flow off of him in waves, and Yaksha inhaled deeply, as he let his aura seep out. As soon as he separated from the crowd, a feeling of power filled Jace, making him feel as if his entire form was on fire, the divine flames giving him power and energy that made him feel almost blessed. The cloaked figure sidled into the seat across from Jace silently, and stared at him with a silence that no living creature could mimic; nothing but the rise and fall of his chest could be seen. The waitress finally grew close, looking with trepidation at the vampire, before turning to the cloaked figure. "W-would you like-" "Absinthe." She nodded numbly, before almost running away from the table, her frantic pace making it clear that something about him had been enough to scare her. However, that was quickly mitigated as the figure spoke, and his words struck Jace. They seemed like pure honey, flowing warm and sweet from his lips and washing around the vampire. "Such a shame, isn't it? No one ever treats me like a person, you know. They always act like I'm some monster, someone who's going to kill their families and eat their children. What did I ever do to give them that impression?" |
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| Jace | Mon Nov 9, 2009 6:40 am Post #4 |
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(( OOC: Hate to sound rude, but isn't that a little bit of powergaming? You can't really tell my character how he feels =/ )) With barely enough time to rudely dismiss the waitress, Jace gave half a glance to the new arrival coming in almost like clockwork after him. Seeing as how Jace had purposely picked a spot he could see the entire room from, it was kind of hard to mask the fact that he was distantly watching the new entrant with his carefully trained pale eyes. And Jace thought he made a chilling entrance. By suspicious nature, Jace distrusted people who couldn't even show their face. But this new arrival took that concept to a whole new level, with the whole of his cloaking hood making his facial features mostly concealed. Even with his vampire eyes, Jace was struggling to pierce the eerily thick darkness that settled inside the stranger's attire. Jace didn't need his heightened vampire senses to tell that this figure could mean trouble. And more and more like trouble it appeared as the mysterious person walked closer and closer to Jace's semi-secluded table in the far reaches of the room. Jace knew that first impressions could tell wonders, but as the shadow grew closer and closer Jace never even took his folded hands off the table, keeping a perfectly straight face. When it was clear by his proximity that Jace's table was the person's target, Jace offered only a lifted brow and a stray look. Jace remained silent as the waitress approached again, and the figure ordered his alcohol. Then it spoke, and to Jace no less. Did this thing have no manners, approaching a complete stranger and engaging in conversation as if they were best of friends? Jace, needless to say, was not impressed. He listened to the person's queries and short ramble, but didn't immediately respond. Hands still folded on the table in front of him, Jace took one second to think. After the short pause that must have seemed like longer, he inhaled a short audible breath and parted his lips to offer only four words in a cold, uninviting tone. "You're blocking my view." |
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Mon Nov 9, 2009 10:56 pm Post #5 |
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The lich paused, before turning to look behind him. He sounded pleasently bemused, waving a hand dismissively at a woman in the corner, drinking from a mug. "Your view of her? Certainly no shortage of things to see there. Perhaps your view of those two muscleheads in the corner?" He flicked a hand dismissively behind him, at a pair of men who looked every bit the part of the barbarian, both drinking noisily from mugs and spilling as much alcohol on their chests as into their mouths. The cloaked figure sighed softly, and pulled down his hood to reveal a shaved head, shining eerily in the light, and a pair of eyes that seemed subtly wrong, almost like some strikingly good mimicry with a small mistake. He nodded slightly, and it became clear what it was; rather than white, his sclera were a bright purple. Once more his silken voice issued forth, sounding surprisingly at odds with his grim appearance, and making it harder to dismiss his words. "But where are my manners? I never even introduced myself." He placed his hands on the table silently, the pitted scars on them drawing the gaze as he flexed them into fists. "My name is Yaksha. I apologize for my previous attitude, but my reputation precedes me so very often..." He paused for a moment, before giving a wide grin that revealed a pair of elongated fangs that glinted hungrily. "Whatever you are, you're no human. I don't smell the grave on you, so you can't be a zombie. You look much too human for anything else to work..." His hand slid into his cloak silently, and he drew a dagger with a soft rustle, pressing it against his wrist and drawing it across the flesh slowly, causing his blood to ooze forth lazily. "Hungry? Have at it..." |
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| Jace | Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:33 am Post #6 |
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Jace followed the figures gestures as he talked and pointed out the people around the room. When he took off his hood and revealed his face, even Jace had to fight the urge to wince at the... thing's horrid look. With determination, Jace kept a straight face, and readjusted his hands on the table just slightly. Jace instantly felt better about the way he appeared after setting eyes on this stranger. Then came the name, and Jace made sure he was listening. It was a peculiar name, easy to remember. But when the man mentioned his reputation, Jace was left in the dark. He's traveled the land for so long, but rarely concerned himself with any matters that didn't directly affect him. Because of that, almost everything was news to Jace, including this man's reputation. But when Yaksha began poking his nosy little self into Jace's personal business, Jace's fists tightened into each other on the table and his face became visibly annoyed. His mouth perked at the corners, but certainly did not form a smile, just a very annoyed smirk. Very quickly was this man testing Jace's patience, but Jace did well to keep his mouth closed. Then the blood began to seep from Yaksha's wrist. Jace's eyes appeared to glaze over. It had been a while, a few days, since his last feeding. For a moment, Jace lost all sense of right and wrong and opened his mouth wide, his very sharp fangs clearly revealed now. Jace inched forward, moving his head across the table. But suddenly, he stopped, and his mouth snapped shut. His eyes returned to how they looked before, his face returned to calm, and Jace looks almost as though he was just waking up, unsure of his surroundings. Yet he remained half across the table, peering at the blood. Jace's mouth opened slightly, almost as if he were going to hiss like a feline. He could not resist the blood, no matter how hard he was trying. Jace snatched an empty glass that had already been at the table, almost violently, and held it under Yaksha's wrist as the blood slid into it. Jace looked around the room to ensure that no one was watching, and was very careful to keep the glass and Yaksha's had in front of Yaksha's body, which shielding most of the patrons' eyes from seeing the spectacle. When the glass was nearly half full, which wasn't much due to the glass being small to begin with, Jace quickly snapped back into his seat, placing the glass on the table right in front of him. He did not yet drink from it, but was gripping the glass as if it was priceless. Jace used his other hand to brush his medium length black hair away from his face. Opening his mouth while doing so allowed Jace's once again very cold tone escape his lips. "I have no idea what you're talking about." |
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Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:38 am Post #7 |
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The lich nodded slowly, his calm grin giving nothing away as he leaned closer. His own fangs seemed as threatening as any vampire's, and he reached up to his face slowly, speaking in a soft hiss that held the faintest traces of comradarie, almost like a father talking to his child. "I understand, child. Why you have to hide your thirst, why you can't simply be what you want. These people, these...'normals' want to enforce their idea of what is right on this world." As he said the word normal, his face knit into a fierce scowl that looked like nothing but a demonic visage of pure vengeance. "They declaim us as wrong and unholy, because they don't understand us. They live happily in their ignorance, and they destroy that which challenges it." There was a pause, as he held out his sliced wrist, running his rough tongue across the flesh and shutting his eyes in ecstacy. When he pulled his hand away, the wound had closed over, the pink skin shimmering gently in the light, as he leaned forward. His lips pulled away from his face as he spoke, the words losing all hint of mirth as he spoke again, sounding almost like a snake in human guise as he spoke. "Step outside with me, my boy. You may not know what I'm talking about, but I'm sure you're curious." He turned, walking for the door, before pausing and turning back to the vampire. "Ask about me, child. Perhaps that will convince you to follow me." |
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