[Sunday] [RP] Wake Up in an Unusual Place

[pallor_m0rtis]

[Corbin needs a tag, Mod-types. As apparently I won't just have Kori here. >.> *Peer-pressure!* Haha.
Entirely for the random factor, not his storyline. Or, maybe, I'll decide after.
Blood/Gore warning for the sensitive sorts.]

It might have been a lie to say that Corbin always woke up somewhere he was familiar with; some nights he woke up with

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[hector_styles]

Corbin had wanted to see real death, raw and gritty, and Hector had offered him an opportunity to film just that. In addition to the girl that had been beaten to death, Hector had procured two more corpses freshly dead: one overdosed on heroin and left to die in a drug house, and the other who’d drowned in his own alcohol-laden vomit in the back of a dark alleyway. He’d placed all three bodies in the center of his ossuary, the most significant room in his home -- and had animated the bodies for Corbin's use, the soulless husks of those three people able to move again because of the dark necromancy that Hector had cast upon them. He gave Corbin free reign to film the zombies doing whatever would make a fascinating film

[pallor_m0rtis]

"That's a really good question," Corbin mused when he realized the voice he heard wasn't some disjointed sound that wasn't actually there; it belonged to a person. More precisely it belonged to a person he knew, and that was a moderately short list when it came right down to his less than vast social life

[hector_styles]

Hector turned the skull over in his hands, idly glancing down at it; a hand-carved number 16 was written on the back of it. Corbin’s words were utterly baffling -- 'That’s a really good question’ -- as if Corbin himself didn’t realize what had happened. It was a difficult situation for Hector because he’d really enjoyed Corbin’s company, enough to want to invite him into his home and show him one of his more secret rooms. But now the vampire had managed to coat his most important relics in gore.

A difficult situation indeed.

He walked over to try to re-affix the skull to the wall, just so that he didn’t have to hold it anymore; just being around these remains made him want to contemplate heavy topics. And he couldn’t really do that in Corbin’s presence. “I do hope your film is worth the time I’ll be spending cleaning this room.”

[pallor_m0rtis]

At the mention of film Corbin's attention was directed to the camera once more and he moved over quietly to pick it up, flicking a stray piece of something vaguely off-colored pale green and sickly red off the lens-cap

[hector_styles]

“That won’t be necessary,” Hector replied, shrugging off that request, after he’d affixed that skull on the wall again. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Corbin enough to clean up some of the mess, but he was more curious now about that film; maybe watching it would give him more of an insight into what happened the night prior, and to why Corbin had resorted to such an extreme scene of gore for the film.

But he didn’t want to talk it over with Corbin here; Hector wasn’t angry, no, but looking at these remains for much longer was going to start making him feel uncomfortable. “Wait here for me. We’ll talk in a moment.” While he did want to talk with the vampire, he wanted some of this mess to start disappearing now, at least from the floor. The skulls and delicate bone decor on the walls were something he wanted to personally clean himself to avoid further damage

[pallor_m0rtis]

That dismissal struck Corbin in a weary way, but he had already turned Hector's sanctuary into a bad cut scene from Night of the Living Dead so he knew to just shut his mouth and not argue. If Hector didn't want him touching anything in the room there was probably a reason for that, he just hoped it was some sort of lingering disdain. After all, it was only blood and..an admittedly impressive amount of various parts of everything else; but nothing that wouldn't clean up

[lacroix_styles]

Enjoying a quiet evening for once, one without the overbearing shadow of Hector following his steps and complaining over how he should have been studying rather than having his nose stuck in a cookbook or his headphones over his ears; Lacroix just wanted to be lazy.

That never worked though, something was always afoot in the Batcave; and Hector still grumbled insistently that he hated that term for their collective lair. Or, more to Hector's style he 'disliked the childish term used to describe the vast impressive hallways of their estate'.
Yeah, whatever; he thought if Hector spent too much time trying his best not to talk like a normal person.

Urgh; that knock at the wall made Lacroix groan and pull the book his hands up over his head in a weak attempt to hide. Not that it would have worked, that was just wishful thinking; Hector had that tone and he knew better than to mess with him when he spoke that way

[hector_styles]

Not wanting to leave Corbin waiting for too long, Hector jumped right to the point. “I have a chore that I need you to begin while I entertain a guest. Floor-mopping, in particular.” That sounded quite tame in comparison to ‘shoveling three humans-worth of organs off of the floor,’ but he didn’t want Lacroix to refuse the task right here. Even if Lacroix could start to deal with the mess on the floor, that would save Hector a little time later on.

The button that opened the door to the laundry room was right beside the elevator in plain sight; that wasn’t exactly a super-secret room that had to be hidden any more carefully than that. Inside was all matter of cleaning products and tools, including the mop. He left that door open so that Lacroix could go back a moment later to take out whatever he needed.

“I will warn you,” Hector said as he led the way back to the library. “The mess is quite gruesome. But do know that no living persons were harmed in its creation.” The young mage was so much more moral than Hector, and that

[lacroix_styles]

"Mopping?" There was almost always a trail of questions following him around, it was rare that he took anything at all Hector said at face value because he was living in a madhouse with a borderline crazy person; questions were a necessity. "Mopping what

[pallor_m0rtis]

Corbin's gaze shifted towards the door, broken from his contemplation of the camera when Hector returned, and with some kid that looked about the same pale as death shade as himself but the obvious fact that the newcomer had a pulse and the subtle cues of life convinced Corbin it was more because of the view in the room than a natural tone

[hector_styles]

“Just the floor, Lacroix,” Hector assured, hoping that would ease his apprentice’s reluctance if but only a little. He knew it was asking a lot to thrust this level of gore onto the young mage, especially when he hadn’t done anything particularly disappointing to deserve a punishment, but he planned on making it up to Lacroix later. Somehow. “I’ll come check on you later

[lacroix_styles]

"Yeah, yanno...just to make sure I haven't slipped and died in a puddle of-" Lacroix grimaced and stepped back to avoid another splash from the ceiling landing on his sneakers, "-whatever the hell that is."

Clean the nasty gore up; where didn't they have a housekeeper for that stuff?
Oh yeah, because everything was secrets and mirrors in the Styles abode and for a moment Lacroix had forgotten that; all the dirty work fell to the poor loser on the lower end of the chain of command.
It really was no fun being the new guy.

"You don't have to leave me alone in here," he mentioned when Hector started for the doorway, "Hector? Really, I won't listen...I promiseYeah, for all the good that did him a few seconds later when he was standing there by himself trying not to think too much about the carnage around him

[pallor_m0rtis]

"He doesn't exactly just scream...master of death, no," Corbin mused because unlike Hector he had no real problem talking about Lacroix even if he was in the near area

[hector_styles]

“It... happens?” Hector didn’t quite understand what the other man meant. Was Corbin admitting that he didn’t have control over it? That would have been a reasonable explanation, otherwise Corbin wouldn’t have dirtied up his ossuary that much, surely. He’d heard that some vampires were impulsive, ran on instinct; he wasn’t sure if Corbin fell into that category or not. “Is it a compulsion? Some impulse you simply cannot resist?”

Hector was curious to view that tape, but demanding to see it certainly wouldn’t have been polite; if nothing else, Hector esteemed himself on his etiquette, even in odd circumstances like this. Besides, he wouldn’t have wanted to offend Corbin anyway; the vampire had an interest in death that he found alluring. Even if Lacroix had yet to embrace death with a passion, Hector took comfort in the fact that he still did have acquaintances whom he could talk to that did.

[pallor_m0rtis]

"Not sure," with a shrug Corbin popped the cap over the lens of the camera, "I get too focused at times, I think." But as for an explanation even he lacked one himself; his bloodline was one that often suffered being abandoned before given any real information regarding themselves or the world they had been brought into with Embrace. "It's different, watching things through the lens; everything else fades into the background and awareness isn't all that important

[hector_styles]

“Awareness to some degree was a requirement last night, however,” Hector contradicted, taking that camera but tilting it so that he can Corbin would both be able to see the screen. “Just what precisely did you make those corpses do?” Those zombies would have just stood there immobile had Corbin not verbally commanded them to do something; they had absolutely no free will of their own, just empty shells that used to possess souls.

If Corbin had wanted the tear the life completely out of those zombies, if that had been his goal for the film, it really would have taken that level of violence. Or perhaps even that would not have been enough. If there were any large enough chunks of person still on the floor in the room, they likely still would be twitchy, trying to carry out whatever command Corbin had given last