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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on Apr 15, 2017 0:36:43 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
The darkness of the night was the best time for him to go out and search for his master. But the search had led him to a different place than usual this evening. Slowly, the red haired male made his way into the ruined manor, the door slowly creaking as it opened. It sounded nearly deafening in that silence. Was he sure that what he was looking for would really be here? The voice that usually echoed around his head was quite silent this evening. Instead, it was more of a feeling of whether or not he was going in the right direction. Cautiously, he made his way inside, trusting, rather foolishly, that his master would not fail him and let him fall into any traps, holes, or broken floorboards. But of course, the voice let him trip and fall rather consistently in the dark, unable to really make out any of his surroundings. It wasn't long before he came across a rather dilapidated section of the house. He had to be careful here... Otherwise... "Gyaah!" A loud gasp escaped him, followed by a hiss of pain as he fell into a basement below the floor, a piece of broken board going right through his leg. He groaned a bit and tried to scoot backwards, but he was good and stuck. Another small collapse really pinned him there, covering him in rubble and chunks of broken foundation. "M-master... Wh-why...?"'Because.. He is coming..' ☙ 243 words ❧ ☙ @vin ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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i'll have you know i've come to watch you die.
Darkness swirled about him like a dancing demon playing in shadows. It felt like a dream, his head was swimming with the sensation of falling. Then again, he always felt like that. Falling deeper into the crevasses of his mind like a rock descending into the depths of the vast ocean. He was drowning, suffocating. So long... it had felt like such a long time since he had surfaced from this hole he had been thrust into. He had seen images... visions of faces he'd known. Who were they? Why did they look so familiar. He saw streaks of blood, a mountain of corpses of people with no faces. Time was a non-entity where he was. It could have been years, decades. He couldn't tell, he didn't want to know.
You who are drowning... It is not yet your time...
A voice called to him... a voice without a body or name... The sound echoed around him, waking him from the endless falling. His blue eyes opened to the darkness. Empty. The first word that came to mind was the emptiness that went on forever in each direction. Where was he? A hand of black reached through the darkness and took hold of the youth around the waist. It was enormous, lifting him so quickly he only had time to look above at the light that was approaching him so quickly. Wait, he was going to slam into it--!
"No!" The blonde choked on his own words and coughed like a smoker. His vocal cords cracked from lack of use. What was going on? The last thing he remembered was... A faceless man stood above him, a lipless mouth uttered something incomprehensible. Vin's body was strapped down tightly as a needle was forced into his arm. Burning. He couldn't remember... Just bits and pieces that were scattered. "Agh!" He winced, seething through his teeth as his hands clamped on his head. A splitting pain shot through him causing him to fall to his knees. He heard a crunching sound as leaves and twigs crumpled below him. Vin blinked at the ground, the scenery lost on him. Where... was he..?
Come to me... Stand and come...
Go? Go where? If it hadn't been for the nagging feeling in his chest he would have sat on the ground and cried where he was. Something kept his mind set on the voice, however, his freedom lost to him. Vin's eyes rose from the ground to the manor that stood before him. This wasn't anyplace he was familiar with, why was he here?
He is inside...
"Who? Who is inside?" The faceless voice didn't answer, instead the boy rose to his feet and did the only thing he could do. He peered into the old abandoned building. "Are you in here?" He yelled into the house. Nothing. One foot entered the dark of the manor, carrying the rest of the body with it. There wasn't any going back, of that he was sure-- and the pulling in his chest was getting stronger. He felt as though he were guided through the house, his eyes useless in the darkness but his chi giving him a clear picture of his surroundings. There was another person here. He could sense it. Was he the one calling him? The pulling in his chest told him to go down into the basement, and so he did without question. Whatever the voice was, Vin found that he just trusted it.
Vin's black robe would blend into the darkness, not that anyone was able to see in the pitch black-- but Vin was able to pick out the fallen body under part of the collapsed building. Immediately Vin ran over to the person and began uncovering him. "Are you alright? Hey, don't move, I got this." He spoke into the darkness. Any normal person probably would have been skeptical-- somebody was down in the basement of an abandoned house? But Vin was-- Vin. He couldn't just let another person suffer.
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on Apr 16, 2017 17:02:31 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
He wasn't sure how long he had been laying there, his legs and middle fairly crushed by the rubble. Of course, if he had truly wanted to, he could've gone to work freeing himself, but his master simply wouldn't allow that. After awhile, someone was running over to him. He could hear the voice, but the words barely registered. Maybe he really was injured. His master would be so disappointed in him. His eyes tried to scan the face of his savior, but it was just so dark.. On top of that, he wasn't really even sure that this person wasn't just some sort of cruel hallucination sent to give him a false sense of hope. His master was such a cruel being that way. However, he did feel the things being picked up off of him, he could hear the sounds of the rubble and debris being moved away. "Who.. Who are you?" His voice was a bit skeptical, but a bit in awe as well. This person, whoever he was... His master had taken some sort of interest in him. Was he just as worthy? Was he loyal? Was he tested? Did his master hide this from him? No.. Surely he would've known if another was on the same path as him... But the thoughts lingered, and a bit of jealousy rose. After everything he had done for his master.. Was he... Being replaced? As the rocks were removed he slowly sat up, resting a hand on his head. This was ridiculous. Certainly his master had a plan here with... Whoever this person was. ☙ 266 words ❧ ☙ @vin ❧ ☙ shit posts are shit omg. ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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i'll have you know i've come to watch you die.
Vin's hands cupped under the heavy debris and his body strained to lift the wooden beams and pieces of ceiling off the boy. Basic questions began to form in the teen's head. What was this guy doing here? Was he connected to the voice he'd heard? A question of the other's choosing was issued first, not one entirely of distrust or fright-- more of a genuine curiosity from one stranger to another and perhaps a bit of awe as he depicted from the voice. Maybe he'd been trapped here for a while? Maybe he didn't think anyone was going to save him. "I'm Vin." If the answer he'd given him was short and direct, it was only because he didn't exactly want to be prodded into answering more about himself. He couldn't remember. A man... A seething dragon's head with blood dripping from its mouth smiled back at him, piercing red and yellow eyes glowering into his own. A school... A ruin stood before him, wrecked to its foundation. Corpses strewn among the rubble disfigured, mutilated, cold. A-- smile. He couldn't remember the face or even the name of the person it belonged to, but he could feel its warmth.
A chill swept through him suddenly sending a shiver down his spine. A clawed hand clasped at his heart and his breath froze in his chest. He couldn't scream, he couldn't breathe, all the joy of the smile vanished in an instant replaced with terror. What was going on? A clawed finger trailed down his heart and as soon as the hand had appeared, it vanished. Vin's breaths came heavy, sweat beading down his face and his eyes wide in fright. His voice was lost to him as his lips formed words that felt deaf on the other's ears. The hell was that? He looked over to the darkness where the boy was laying, a piece of ceiling still sticking out of his leg. He had to get a hold of himself. Not only for his own sake, but for the sake of this boy. "I-I'm... I'm fine." He finally dredged out the words, doing his best to console the boy at his knees. He probably sounded insane, scared out of his wits for no reason.
He grabbed hold of the shrapnel of wood caught in the other's leg. "Alright, I just want to say that this'll probably--" He yanked before he finished his thought, trying to catch the boy by surprise before he fully realized what Vin was going to do. "hurt." He quickly went to work treating the wound, wrapping it with a handkerchief he had on his person. He didn't have any alcohol or even water to clean the wound, all he could do was try to stop the bleeding for now and get him somewhere to treat his leg properly.
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on Apr 17, 2017 21:12:56 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
Curiosity washed over him at the reaction the other seemed to randomly have. Had his master done that? Or was it something else? Still, no matter how many times he internally called for the voice he had come to cherish, there was no response. The red head winced a bit as the heavier things were removed, but still, he tried not to show it. Pain was weakness. Besides, by this point, he really had learned how to live with it. His master often made him do such horrible things to himself, all in the name of loyalty. It wasn't like he hadn't been fully prepared for the piece to be removed from his leg. Still, he braced himself for it. There was a small groan from him as the thing was taken from his leg. He had gone to bring it up to himself, but the other quickly went to work wrapping it up. Cyril blinked at him for a moment. What was the purpose of this kindness? Surely his master would've just let him bleed to death. Or at least deal with the blood loss until he made it back to his room to patch himself up. "Er.. Yes.. I can.." He wondered if this person actually just happened to stumble in here on accident. But no. He could see it, just vaguely, but it was there. His master's presence slowly snaking its way around him. The red haired teen carefully pulled himself into a standing sort of position, faltering a bit, trying to find some sort of proper footing. "Perhaps we best... Get out of here.." Well, there was no objection to that, so this must be the thing his master had been searching for. But had he really needed to collapse a floor on him in order to find him? "Is there.. Another way out?"☙ 308 words ❧ ☙ @vin ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 18:34:42 GMT
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Vin listened as the other's skeptical voice questioned their predicament uncertainly. Getting out wasn't any trouble, the stairs he had just come down would lead back to the main floor of the house and finding their way back out of the manor from there would be easy. If it came down to it, Vin was certain he'd be able to carry him to safety. For some reason, though, Vin found himself noticing that he hadn't heard the disembodied voice in his mind. He was starting to miss it-- the voice that pulled him from his darkness. Of course it was stupid to think that he could just think to the voice and it would answer. Actually, he was starting to wonder if the voice had even existed in the first place.
"What's your name?" Vin asked, making small talk in the meantime as he helped Cyril to his feet. Perhaps talking in the meantime would help take his mind off the pain shooting through his leg. The wooden splinter had been buried deep in his leg, without seeing how dark the blood was he couldn't be sure if it had hit an artery or not. He'd have to hurry before the other passed out-- if he was going to. "I know we don't really know one another, but it'd be kinda awkward to refer to you as 'you' or something equally as ambiguous." He helped the young man through uneasy steps, leading him through the darkness. "Why were you down here in the first place? Seems like a strange place to spend the night. You weren't lost, were you?" Then again, he didn't know how long he'd been trapped there-- it was possible he came in while it was light and gotten trapped before night fell. Then again, he didn't know what time it was in the first place... or even the date... Now that he really got to thinking about it, there were so many questions he wanted to ask. No. He shouldn't pester his new friend. His questions would have answers in time.
"Careful, we'll be going up a flight of stairs now. Let's take it slow, yeah?"
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on Apr 21, 2017 0:48:30 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
The red haired teen was hesitant about accepting help right away, but he again got that feeling that demanded him to do so. 'Be weak'. Well.. He couldn't really deny his master's commands, so he did. He played like it hurt a bit more than it did. After all, he had built quite a tolerance over the years. Still, it wasn't like it was a light wound. "Uhh.. Cyril." The other had asked his name, so it was only polite to answer, right? He wrapped an arm around the other male, using him as a crutch of sorts as they made their way up the stairs. He processed each of the questions he had been asked, his master's voice telling him what he could and could not answer, and in what ways were acceptable. "I.. Had heard a rumor about this place being haunted... I wanted to know if it really was or not. And.. the floor collapsed as I was walking across it, landing me where it did." Was that an acceptable answer? "What... Brought you here..? Not that I'm not thankful that you came along. I probably would've been dead by morning had I been left down there..."☙ 200 words ❧ ☙ @vin ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 21:11:20 GMT
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Cyril? It was an odd name. Vin wasn't much better, but it was a nickname for the name he hated. Devin Rhodes. It was a pretty normal name, he probably would have liked something a little more flashy. Cyril. The more he thought about it the more he liked it. Vin listened as they ascended from the darkness of the basement. There was slightly more light out in the hallway now that his eyes had adjusted but he still relied on his chi to navigate through the house. Well, he wasn't a believer in ghosts or magic. Things were logical, they made sense. Even his powers had reasoning behind them, perhaps manifestations of his past experiences. Ghosts, demons... those things were just fairy tales for those with overactive imaginations. Aliens though, aliens were real.
"Well, that's--" Vin's face furrowed. He'd tell if he knew. What had he been doing here? How did he get here? "I-- can't remember. Darkness..? A-- voice? NNgh--!" Shit. Not this again! A hand shot up to his head, the pain was excruciating flowing from his brain down to the rest of his body. Heat poured through his muscles and he fell to his knees. "Agh!" It was getting worse, the pain swelled in Vin lending to the yell that reverberated off every wall. As soon as the yelling had begun, it had stopped. The young man's gloved hands dangled down to his sides.
So fragile... so much pain...
It was that voice again-- the one he had heard from earlier... So, he hadn't imagined it. Vin's consciousness was balancing on a cliff, on one side he could hear the voice... the other-- a vast darkness loomed below him. No! He didn't want to go back! Not again! Fear flowed up to his throat.
So much fear.
As the voice spoke he turned to look in the direction it came from this time. He wanted to see who was speaking. Where was it? He could see a group of three far away, but their features were distinct like he was standing next to them. A boy, a girl and-- himself. He was holding a sword standing in front of the two, the boy was standing before the girl... their faces were terrified and resolved. He sensed confusion from them as well and a pain. Betrayal? They looked so familiar yet he couldn't place a name on either of them. Silently, the other him raised its sword and cut through the boy. Vin closed his eyes as the metal drug across the throat, the body fell to the ground with a thud, a trail of red splattered on the ground and pooled below the choking corpse. His heart broke and struggled in his chest. He didn't know the boy, but there was a sense of deep loss inside him that grew like a hole consuming him. The ground was so soft like he could just sink into it. The other Vin turned on the girl and his heart stopped. No. NO! His form advanced on her and Vin was helpless to watch.
Suddenly, Vin's motionless form would outstretch a hand quickly and attempt to grasp Cyril around the throat so his gloved fingers would dig themselves into the already wounded boy's windpipe.
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on Apr 22, 2017 4:24:33 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
Rather out of nowhere the other male went into some sort of fit. Was it his master? Despite the fact that he had been ordered to play a weakling, Cyril just removed himself from the other's support, using his good leg to hold himself in a standing position as he blinked at the other. His head tilted a bit to the side in confusion. If it was his master... Why didn't he say something to him? Or was that not the point? He was truly confused by the boy's actions. Even more so when he gripped his throat in his hand. It wasn't like Cyril had never been strangled before. After all, nearly every trip to the hall wound up in him being strung up by his neck in some way or another. But he had learned to slow his breathing, to gather what he could when he could. "U-uuh..." He made a sort of wincing face as he rest a hand on the teen's shoulder, gripping it rather tightly in return. He wondered if his master was really going to protect him like he said he would, but he seriously doubted that. His master was the most temperamental being on the planet, and loved to watch him suffer. After all, if he had gotten himself into this mess, he could get himself out of it, right? "L-et... G-go.."☙ 229 words ❧ ☙ @vin ❧ ☙ notes here ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 17:00:58 GMT
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Blank eyes would stare into Cyril's own. Whatever life they had carried a few moments ago was devoid from his person. Perhaps the teen could see it, perhaps he couldn't. But one thing he wouldn't be able to shake would be the aura of murder hanging about Vin now. He had killed hundreds, his body was drenched red in the blood of those whom he had been pointed toward. But the teen didn't move to finish the job. This wasn't a meta, there was no need for him to die. Besides, he hadn't presented himself as a threat either. Killing him would go against the cause he was fighting for. Vin couldn't help but agree with that logic, after all it was his own.
Vin struggled helplessly against the suffocating darkness, he couldn't move, he was being smothered. All he could do was close his eyes and listen for the soft thud of a second head hitting the ground. There wasn't a scream or anything, but the scene's finale was too gruesome for him even without seeing. He heard the sound and imagined that familiar smile on her face even as everything ended. He felt as though his heart had been shredded inside his chest. He was empty, all his emotions spent and drained from him.
All at once Vin collapsed to the ground. He couldn't feel anything. His eyes trailed up to Cyris who was standing over him. "Sorry..." It was all he could manage. He could remember what he had been doing, a hand wrapped around the boy's throat. Something inside him had told him to squeeze and end it, snap the life right out of him. But something else had stopped him. What was it..? Perhaps it was a guardian angel that saved him from his own darkness-- if such a thing existed. His heart sank as he slowly realized what this meant. "Leave me, you shouldn't be around me-- I'm dangerous." It was a little late to be saying this now, Vin understood, but what if next time he couldn't stop himself? What if his guardian angel didn't stop him? It was too risky and he didn't want Cyril to get hurt, not again.
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Post by Cyril Deauxcaine on May 5, 2017 19:05:12 GMT
[attr="class","cyr"] I've never so adored you. I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you. Don't let me do this to myself. I've got to have you closer. Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. I never really thought that you'd come tonight. You never could control me. | |
"Nnnnh.." He struggled a bit as he began to actually have a need for air. But still, he was sure that his master wouldn't let him die. But.. Was it his master that was doing this? Or.. Maybe the boy had his own sort of struggle. Either way, it ended fairly quickly as the other male collapsed. Cyril panted and gasped for air a bit, coughing for some sort of added effect. The other's words barely registered, but he had heard them. "Oh... Don't worry... You're not..." Well, it was quite true that the red head was used to dealing with far worse than this kid. "Let's just.. Get out of this place for now, hmm...?" Dangerous or not, he still had to befriend this kid, for whatever reason. A small, friendly sort of smile crossed his face as he held out his hand to the other male. Hopefully he would take it and they could get out of here. ☙ 160 words ❧ ☙ @vin ❧ ☙ ugh such shit. sorry ❧ [GoogleFont=Acme] [newclass=.cyr]filter: grayscale(80%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(80%);-moz-filter: grayscale(80%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr:hover]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%);transition: 1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr b]color: #a14754; font-family:'Acme';[/newclass] [newclass=.cyr i]color: #a51212;[/newclass]
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