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modern_truths

Fifty-Six Cardinals

Jan 25, 2008 16:31

I can see them: their darkness why so much darkness shadows. And I can bend t-them and plunge them into their own bla-blackness...

OhGodwhatishappeningtomewhatishappening-

But why...why am I so...so-

[Accidental Voice Post]

*low growl*

Hungry?!

((Switched with Zorin.))

curse, zorin blitz, affected, vampires, third eye, bring on the night, illusions

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//knockknock// glock30 January 26 2008, 03:53:17 UTC

[As the title says, she knockknockknocks and tries the door. She can feel Ichabod in there more than she can hear him.]

Trick or treat.

//ENTER!// modern_truths January 26 2008, 03:56:56 UTC

*silence, then...*

Come.

*door creeeeeeaks open*

//SANCTUARRRRYYYY// glock30 January 26 2008, 04:02:59 UTC

[Has a gun. Oh yes. And it's out.]

This isn't creepy at all.

//WHERE FEARS AND LIIIIIES MELT AWAAAAAAY// modern_truths January 26 2008, 04:05:45 UTC

*from the shadows*

I w-was rather hoping it w-wouldn't b-be.

//CRAAAAAAWLING INNNN MY SKIIIIIIIIIN// glock30 January 26 2008, 04:08:56 UTC

[Suspicious look is suspicious. But she knows he's not going to eat her.]

Don't worry. You're always creepy. It's nothing new.

[Ba dum chaa~]

//QUIT SHUFFLING THE PLAYLIST// modern_truths January 26 2008, 04:21:15 UTC

...

*ignoring that little remark, he holds a hand out in the shadows*

A-and I'm sure this d-does not do my image a-any better.

*an eye opens up on the palm of his hand and blinks, staring at Faye*

//NEXT NEXT NEXT// glock30 January 26 2008, 04:24:33 UTC

[She jumps back, practically drops the gun, and then makes a growling sound in the back of her throat. She's not scare of vampires. Hell no. She grabs his wrist and tugs.]

Get out here, Ichabod.

//AND THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS// modern_truths January 26 2008, 04:27:15 UTC

*dangerous growling*

Let go.

*tones down to an almost pitiful whimper*

Please.

//BUT YOU SAID WE'D GO TO OUT FOR DINNER// glock30 January 26 2008, 04:31:25 UTC

[The empathy does its job and she lets go fast. Being too close is too much of a physical burden anyway, and she steps back. She feels as out of control.]

Alright.

[Deep breath.]

So now what? Do we play checkers?

//BUT YOU SAID WE'D GO TO OUT FOR DINNER// modern_truths January 26 2008, 04:42:59 UTC

*drags the hand with the eye against the wall; the surface begins to ripple*

Not quite.

*abruptly slams hand on the floor, causing shadows to writhe and envelop the whole room*

//BUT YOU SAID WE'D GO TO OUT FOR DINNER// glock30 January 26 2008, 04:47:33 UTC

[She can feel the fear and confusion, reciprocate them, too. The surprise, though, startles her and she steps back.]

What the fuck are you doing?

//YOU DISTRACTED ME FROM CHANGING THIS SPACE, YOU SAUCY MINX// modern_truths January 26 2008, 04:55:06 UTC

Shh.

*the shadows warp and twist, and Faye will find herself standing in an old opera house*

//WITH MY SEXY BODY// glock30 January 26 2008, 05:03:06 UTC

[She knows of course, that this can't be real. Half-in and half-out, it's like watching a memory from a memory's stand point. There's the chairs, the stage, the music. Mao. And--]

Vicious.

[But she's seen him since then, she knows he's dead. He's been to the City. She warned him off. This is impossible. The feeling is real, though, the remembered panic. But she can feel Ichabod through the curse, too, the empathy, and that is steadying.]

Stop it.

//I ADMIT, I FAPPED A LITTLE// modern_truths January 26 2008, 05:13:34 UTC

*the scene ripples as Ichabod involuntarily looks deeper into Faye's mind and soul; he's losing control, and this deeply frightens him. Frightens, yet morbidly excites the temporary vampiric part of him*

Hnnn...

*several memories flash by in front Faye; their appearances are brief, yet they leave the same strong impact as the memory of the opera house did*

//THAT'S WHY THE DINOSAURS DIED// glock30 January 26 2008, 05:22:12 UTC

[It's like shuffling cards. Places - Tharsis, the cryo clinic, Singapore, the Bebop's living room, her Red Tail's glovebox. People - Mother, brother, Spike, Witney, Gren, Julia. Most of it is too fast to grab onto, but it's like a punch to the gut either way. She's not even tuning into the empathy, just knows that the overload is making her want to punch him in the face.]

I said stop it.

[She fires, but all she hits is the lamp.]

//HERE HE COMES, HE'S A MANEATER!//whut. offthepigs January 26 2008, 05:34:01 UTC

All it took was the sound of a gunshot for Duke to know something was up. He was pacing up and down the staircase flicking this twig that was supposed to make magic happen for about ten minutes or so when he heard it, right down the hall.

Sure, this stupid tree branch could expel something if he spoke a specific command, but Duke never left his apartment without his gun, which was currently stuck in his belt, with his hand moving toward it.

"Calm the fuck down in there, or I'll zap you with my elite magician powers." he mumbled outside of Ichabod's door. Jesus, every curse he found himself mixed up with this guy.

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