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FamishedPantsGalbrek & Meredith
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Having made his way out of the building alongside Meredith. It had not been a trip without a risk. He had thanked the evil gods for sending an imp to his aid, that the imp took on the form of an overly familiar mailboy did mean there was some irony and luck involved. The mailboy have had no chance to flee before he stared into Galbrek's hypnotic gaze, the half-demon told him to remove his clothes which he complied to. Meanwhile dressing in the new obtained disguise, Galbrek was busy fending off Meredith who was clinging to him, cursing under his breath that if they both would not be quiet they would be caught and locked up forever. The pair sneakily, with some bickering and irritation made their way further down where Galbrek asked a policeman for help. The fool had taken pity on him and fallen into his devious plot. The officer escorted the pair, yes. The pair. As no matter how hard Galbrek tried to free his arm, Meredith was clinging to him like a beartrap. Once the policeman had dropped them off, a distance away from outpost Delta as he called it. The newest of his hideouts with the more modern looks to it was where he had told Adam and Fegin to head to.
"Grrr..." He growled lowly. "Will you stop clinging on me, I am trying to concentrate here. This is a very -very- bad spot Adam has put me in. No matter... if you let go off me I may... reward you. Yes. Reward you. A bargain perhaps?" Galbrek pondered on the idea how he could exploit this, in his eyes... a dimwitted and unstable fellow half-demon. Suffice to say he didn't have overly high thoughts of her, but then again whom did he have high thoughts of? There was indeed a lack of people like himself.
Meredith for her part had pressed on her grip. She was now wearing clothes that for the most part, were some size smaller...except in the chest area. Her grin was somewhat disturbing, as if her mind raced now in the edge of madness and lust. She wanted to tear him, watch him suffer, but at the same time, it'd be too much of a shame. She was beginning to awaken... certain kind of cravings, as fire still boiled in her insides. She felt ecstatic... rather than angry or sad. "Compensation... Ravenovich. I marked a boy. I wanted him as my toy. And I have no interest in broken toys... And yet you dared to let loose whatever minion you have on him, and made him a little more broken. A little more unhappy." Meredith said almost cooing, but with words full of poison and... at the same time, a husky kind of vibe. "Compensate me for damages, and I will overlook you attacked those under my domain." She whispered into his ear. "After all, my failed healing spell is what is holding you together." She fumed. "Nothing is ever going my way, until now. First it was Mother, who is bent in crushing me before I crush her, and then there's that leech who is hovering around my boytoy, leeching off him. That spot should be mine! And then, she comes to MY domain with a load, and exploits MY boytoy to get free food and lodgings. And then YOU attack because of some silly fancy. And then THAT little Willie interferes."
"Yes, yes, compensation. I would never walk back on my word... " He said out loud before muttering under his breath. "...unprepared.". He threw away the disgusting mailboy cap into a trashbin. "What a disgusting piece of garment... bleh." Galbrek paused in his thoughts as he heard Meredith mentioning a boy.. toy? "Wait... so you only want William? Hah.. haha... why didn't you say so, I want that slime out of my -plans-. Trust me, whatever your name was again? Galbrek Ravenovich does not give his word for nothing, and when I say you can have him then you can have him. I want someone else. Someone with magic that I want to have. The girl. Andras. " He said with a slight bit of contempt, she had been very elusive and people had meddled in his plans. Adam was nowhere to be seen. How typical. Where is the scapegoat when you need one. "Tch. Your healing spell is compensation for ruining my coat." He replied to Meredith in a hurried voice. "What fucking leech? Ahhhh.... a girl. I see, I see... well I think I can help you with that little problem. Let's say you would misplace the girl Andras into my hands, and in return I would take good care of that girl you want... misplaced. Isn't that right?"
"Will-iam?" Meredith raised an eyebrow, as one of her hands let go Galbrek, before quickly forming a claw. "Clearly... you have no need for eyes. Are you seeing correctly? Because last time i checked I wasn't into inverted justicemen wannabes." Meredith harrumphed , clearly offended by the notion. "Meredith Blackgate, remember that well, Gal-ly" She added in a singsong voice. "Well, you also drove your hard stuff through my body... it wasn't really pleasant. And you kinda forced me to transform into this or die." Meredith growled. "Misplace Andras?" Meredith questioned, before narrowing her eyes. Her other arm let the demon boy loose.
"Well, technically, she is only under protection when she is under the same roof as my family..." Meredith podered as she thought. Maybe that was it. Maybe that girl had to vanish from Wolf's life in such a way. Using others like her, or Wolfie. Now it was Meredith's turn to use others to remove her. The price? The so-called Andras. There was a moment of sympathy towards the girl. She wasn't that... mean to her. Still, everything had a price in this world. Some prices were really steep... She had been always reminded.
"Let's say I agree." Meredith finally let go, as she stepped back. "Andras for Vera."
Galbrek smiled, in a wide manner. "Consider this Vera person displaced then. Tell me her appearance and I shall make sure she will not get in your or anyone elses way anymore." He chuckled, perhaps he wouldn't in fact kill the girl when she was in his hands, rather use her as a means to get Andras to do what he wanted. Nothing like inflicting pain on another person to get someone to do just what you want. Even if it means opening all manner of demonic portals and goodies. He could barely wait, but first he had to find some details about this Vera and then send off any of his remaining dolls to catch her. If not even do so himself. Then it struck him. What if he was alone now? What if his dolls had all. Nonsense... theres just no way that Adam would fail him. And that sneaky fuck Fegin would likely still be around. The information about Celine and Eve had been brief, could they have really died so silently without detection?
"Well..." She thought. Here goes nothing. "I think you had scrapes with her already. Kinda tall-ish, some bumps, stupid hat, dresses and has the attitude of a hungover junkie washout?" She began to elaborate, adding a more articulate and less cynical description while she did so, adding at several points that she truly wanted to rip off or eat several of Vera's striking features. "Got it, Gally?"
"Yes...." He said with now gritted teeth, how it irked him someone calling him that. Only one person was -allowed- and at the same time not really allowed to call him that and that was his mother. How he was annoyed at it. "Consider her... taken care of soon."
"Heh...heh.....hahahah...." He raised his arms in victorious laughter as he headed into outpost delta and waited for any survivor dolls to return.
"Well, I suppose... we part ways, Gally. Uh, let's exchange numbers!" Mer said as she pulled out a cellphone that miraculously had survived. "Also could you do a favour to a little demon-girl and give me some change for a taxi? And let me suck your power a little bit? I will do something nice for you!" Meredith said, in a bizarre mix of her new sultry mood and her old upbeat persona.
He got an irritated look on his face as his laughter stopped, tearing out a piece of paper and writing down his numbers, throwing the entire notepad towards Meredith. "Fine, take that and tell me when you have the girl." Galbrek breathed through his nose now, a vein on his forehead nearly bursting hearing her calling him -that- again. "Take this fucking silver statuette and pay the fucking taxi driver, or use your damn wings to get there faster." He threw a silver statuette that was nearby along the table, creating a couple of cracks in the table. "Though keep your lecherous nature off me... think of your... boytoy.. he wouldn't want his dear little..." He paused before continuing to speak in a manner which was a combination of mocking, speaking towards children but also in a sense that it made sense. ".... snugglebitch to get snuggly with someone else would he?"
"I suppose so... then again it's not cheating as long as you aren't found out like mother usually says." She pondered. "You are missing really good snuggles though, Gally." She finished, before blowing him a kiss and then using her hand to wave goodbye. Step number two, convince a taxi driver with a silver statue. If only she had his hypnotic gaze... There was also a lot of explaining to do at home at how she now was a spitting image of her own mother. She frowned... and then looked at the statue. Maybe if she haggled she could stay a few days away from home in some lodgings...
Galbrek exhaled deeply as Meredith finally had left, he threw off his borrowed mailboy attire and took on a new set of clothing, this one being fully white attire. Making him look slightly similar to his sister with her steriotypical white uniform.
Brushing off his shoulder and giving himself a look in a mirror, he adjusted the ruffles on his shirt and attached a broché with a profiled ivory image of himself in the middle of it.
"Finally rid of that annoying bitch and now I have to get rid of another one until I finally can get that girl in my grasp." He muttered to himself, watching his face from various angles in the mirror.
"I could kiss myself." He said with a confident tone of voice, before turning around and grabbing a conveniently placed bust of himself, lifting away a piece of it's stone hair, taking out a wine bottle from it. He bit into the cork and spit it out before taking a gulp, before flinging the entire bottle at a nearby painting depicting a futuristic and darker Rhea.
"Tch.. " He cussed to himself, but not for long. He could hear the main door opening in the long hallway, someone was coming? The half-demon prepared for the worst, that annoying bitch coming back.
But it wasn't her. In the hallway stood a dark figure, by dark really dark indeed. The surface of the person black like sot, with some spots still bearing skin like color and a once colorful attire partly burnt away.
"Masterino... things didn't go quite as planned."
It was one of his dolls. Fegin. He had survived, but was in quite a bad shape. Galbrek clenched his fists and then collected himself. "Lord... Galbrek for you... Where is Adam?"
"Lord Galbrek. It would appear Adam did not make it..." Fegin replied to his creator in a no nonsense tone for once.
"Be silent... let me talk with Adam right now... Bertrand... Celine... Darla... Eve... let me talk with them now." Galbrek looked away from the scorched doll and to a painting depicting a demonic family tree.
"But they are.. " Fegin did not continue his sentence, he realized that his creator was not being reasonable or even present. As if he was in another plane of existance alltogether.
"You will bring him to me... I shall fix you up and give you the power. Bring them back to me..." Galbrek said in a soft and more like begging tone than demanding.
"As you wish.." Fegin felt odd, he generally was the kind to joke around but in this case if he would try something like that he would be certain his creator wouldn't think twice about shredding him to pieces.
Galbrek placed his hand at Fegin's chest, infusing him with demonic energy up to the maximum. "You have lost your ring.. that's not good at all. I will get you a new one."
