» 011. voice.

Jan 29, 2009 18:40

[immediately starts off with a low groan. her voice, when it comes in, sounds decidedly more irish. and very, very annoyed. it's a little more high-pitched, and indignant.]

-on't want to marry King Nebuchadnezzar, Gran! He's old and stupid and smells bad because he's human. I'm only fifteen, and I've got the rest of forever before me. I can't run ( Read more... )

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 00:11:50 UTC
...........

Babylon?

The young bride to marry King Nebuchadnezzar, no less. You must be a very special girl, indeed. Are you lost?

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 20:15:06 UTC
Ah, see, I am an old and proud man Miss Scatty; I don't particularily appreciate people rummaging around my mind and my heart on their own. However...

I do understand to appreciate human emotion and the hunger for it. I would not mind sharing some of mine with you, but I would have you promise to not take too much. See, some current events has me needing to stay sharp and not too tired nor to numb. Understand?

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symmachy January 30 2009, 20:31:47 UTC
Gran said that I'm going to live forever, so one day I'll be as old as you. Are you going to live forever, too?

I'll be good, I promise. Thank you.

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 20:36:39 UTC
And I am positive the future will be endlessly exciting and handsome with you in it! Ah, who knows? I have lately learnt to not take life for granted, but suppose I will try.

veyr good. in that case, it is a gentleman's pleasure to aid a fine young lady. Where are you?

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symmachy January 30 2009, 20:39:20 UTC
I'm not really alive, you know. That's why I need the emotions as well.

[insert where she is idk]

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 20:47:02 UTC
Well, Miss Scatty... the definition of 'alive' is ever debatable, isn't it?

[He finds her, walks up to her calmly and bows; greeting the esteemed young lady with a small smile]

Miss Scatty, a pleasure of meeting you in person.

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symmachy January 30 2009, 20:49:09 UTC
My heart doesn't beat and I don't breathe.

[she blinks large green eyes at him and tilts her head upwards. she's kind of tiny okay.] You're taller than I thought you'd be.

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 20:57:01 UTC
[He IS very tall. He smiles charmingly down at her; his own eyes red.]

Yes, suppose that is the traditonal way to determine life.. and yet there are so many other forms of life out there as well. Anyhow, now... how do you feed, Miss Scatty?

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symmachy January 30 2009, 21:00:54 UTC
[she shakes her head slightly, pigtails flying around her face. her hair is really, really crimson, and looks artificial. but it isn't, jsyk.]

I need to touch you. But you probably won't like that-I'm very cold.

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 21:23:08 UTC
[Knowing she's of supernatural origin, he doesn't bat an eye at her extraordinary looks; only appreciates them. After all, his own hair is naturally stark white. He looks fascinated by her response and nods.]

I see.

[Raising his hands he takes off one glove and reaches out to offer her a 'helping' hand. Large and somewhat calloused hands, perfect skin just like her, and long nails; not claws but certainly slightly longer and sharper than perhaps usual. He smiles again as he speaks.]

I don't mind, I assure you. Please be gentle now Miss, and don't be greedy; and don't delve too deep where not invited. If you do, I cannot help but be angry.

[When she touches him, he is warm. He doesn't flinch in the slightest at her chill. He's equally warm on the inside. He's a collected man who knows how to wear a mask, but beneath that is a passion for life. This is a passionate man, or rather; demon. Passionate about many things -count all the sins and virtues there are, even! Also many worries and recent heartache; love and compassion and ( ... )

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symmachy January 30 2009, 21:27:38 UTC
[without any other hesitation, she grabs his hand with both of hers. she takes her time, lining up her tiny palm with his, aligning their fingers. it's all symbolic, but she isn't old enough yet to know she doesn't have to.]

Anger tastes bitter.

[ooc; lmao i forgot to mention-he needs to have an aura color. it can be anything except silver or gold (:]

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 21:37:48 UTC
[He watches, fascinated, and chuckels a little at her cmment.]

Sounds fitting.

[...Even if it never tasted bitter to him. As a demon, the negative emotions -especially in battle; the anger and pain of his competition or prey, could in fact be nothing short than invigorating.]

[ooc: Oh! Hmm, well.. everything about Sparda is demonic and... purple. So, aura in purples works I suppose. xD]

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symmachy January 30 2009, 21:54:20 UTC
[finally, she's satisfied with the position of their hands. she drops her free arm to her side and looks up at him, head tilted to the side.]

Let's begin.

[he should feel a sort of pull, as if something is being slowly drawn out of him. his aura flickers for them both to see, a shimmering second-skin of purple and lilac shades. ribbons of the energy peel away from him, twining around their fingers before starting to curl up her arm. she shudders once. the strips of energy are absorbed into her skin at her elbow.

after just a few seconds, her eyes turn to flat, reflective disks, the same shade as his aura if he was in pain, he'd start to feel it flow away; even his fascination becomes dulled as she takes it in, drinking it like wine.]

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 22:22:01 UTC
[Now that... was indeed fascinating! That is, until the feeling slowly but surely drains away. It's a strange pull indeed. Even stranger is, pehraps, that he almost likes it. Or at least does not dispise it. All those emtions; both precious blessings and heavy shackles. Especially so the last twenty years. It is almost a sensation of relief and freedom... perhaps not unlike the elation of bleeding from an open wound ocne the pain is gone. He finds it strange ( ... )

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symmachy January 30 2009, 22:38:28 UTC
[one day she'll be the same as him, a fierce warrior who would never let herself be caught in a situation where she was at a disadvantage. but for now, she is simply a youngling, a girl who has little knowledge about the world, of right and wrong.

everything is going to her; the joy, the emotional pain, the ferociousness; it's flowing into her, giving her sustenance. she begins to speak, perhaps to keep his mind off the fact that he's slowly losing a part of who he is, at least for a little while.]

This makes me feel alive, you know. As if I were human. Gran says I should never detest what I am, and I don't. But it's nice to dream, even if I can't sleep.

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devilmythos January 30 2009, 22:59:18 UTC
[The possible promise of her future self is indeed why she was even more fascinating. Truly different, fascinating and challenging persons that last are often few and far in between after all.

He watches her with a blank and stoic face as if in trance, which he indeed is. Possibly, he might have been somewhat distracted if his emotions weren't leaving him. As it is now, the cold warrior and the beast beneath the passion and swirl of emotion isn't easy to fool. And it's patience is about ended. His lips snarl pulls open to speak and his eyes begins to darken until the whites are black holes and the irises and pupils glow a hellish red.]

I told you girl, DO NOT be greedy.

[It is not a reminder, it is a stark serious warning; and if she doesn't heed it, she will be hit by the force of the demonic aura that is starting to grown from within him, crackling to the surface like a like fire. As it grows, the skin of the bared hand she is holding is also growing darker and thicker with the rising poser; nails lengthening like claws.]

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