His ears twitch slightly and the feline figure freezes. The sound of sneakers pounding the pavement draws Yu's attention and he turns towards the sound. 'It sounds like he is running this way' A faint panic starts up in his chest and his head whips around, seeking some place to hide. []'Cure the march of progress, there is not a plant to be seen!'[/i] At last his eyes fall on a grouping of old machine parts piled beside the sidewalk. He dashes behind them quickly and ducks down low. Through a rusty crack in a large gear Yu observes the boy coming into sight an instant later. 'What does he want? Most people try to forget sightings like this. . .'
“Considering what I've just seen, that's not much of an answer. Please, who are you? Thank you for rescuing me, but I don't understand,”
Yu can not help a faintly toothy cat smile when the boy thanks him, but it falls quickly as he tries to figure out what to do next. 'He obviously is not going to just forget it, so maybe I should just talk to him? Perhaps I could ask him not to say anything. . . .' He shakes his head with a sigh. 'That has never worked. I could always use some magic to befuddle him, but I. . . I do not want to do something to this boy. Not with as little control as he already has over what happens to him' His eyes return to the young man, his stomach churning at the look of obvious almost frantic confusion on his face. 'I can not leave him like this'
Slowly Yu slinks out from behind the pile of parts, his tail moving slowly back and forth as he keeps his eyes locked on the boy. He continues forward until he's in the middle of the wide walking path and looks directly at the boy's face. Slowly his tail whips back and forth and he turns away. Taking a few steps down the walk he pauses and looks back. Snapping his tail a few more times he bounds a few more steps away. Pausing again he looks back at the boy, then breaks into a steady run. 'If he should want to follow, he should be able to keep up with me at this speed' Not looking back until he reaches the arch over the walk he stops only long enough to ready himself for a jump. With a fantastic leap he flies all the way to the top of the arch, a good 20 foot jump. Settling gently on top he sits, curling his tail around his feet he at last looks back to see if the boy followed.
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Hnnn, somehow my guy looked down into the kid's eyes while in cat form :P *Tries to wrap head around that* Sorry, teasing. I'll get my response up today :P
His head falls gently to the other side as the prince looks him over. His comments cause him to blink one of his slow blinks but other than that he has no real reaction. Dropping his arms to his sides he turns back to the bed. 'Less like I intend to kill him? I wonder what he means. He hired me, and he knew before now that I have no longer any intention of killing him' His eyes trail down to his fae outfit crumpled on the floor. 'Does that really look like the clothes of a killer? Was it even the clothes? R have I somehow changed in some other way and just not noticed. . . . .' He remains silent, moving around the bed slowly.
His head remains tilted down as he trails his fingers over the soft covers of the bed twice the size of his own. Continuing his slow trek he moves to the wall at the head of the bed. Bringing his hand up he presses it against the cool stone and begins following it around the room. 'There are two other ways into this room' Small amounts of his magic trickle around the bricks, seeking out as much information as it can and filtering it back to Rei. His magic isn't very developed, most of what he's learned he's had to teach himself, and given his job description it works mostly in a manner most useful for an assassin. From stone to glass he pauses only briefly to glance out the window. 'I am along the same wall as the prince, however this room is more easily observed by those in the stable'
His gaze drops back down and he continues on. 'Not garish, no tapestries or other ornate objects' His fingers trail along the mantle place, the smell from over his head bringing his head up once more. His eyes trail over the flowers and the vase, his head tilting to the side. 'Not the prince's idea I'd wager. This part seems different from the over all feel of the room' Continuing on he passes between the prince and the door, his fingers testing the strength of the wooden door with small flickers of magic. His inspection takes him all the way back to his bed where he stops and draws back all of his magic, the information it had gathered filtering in carefully as to not overload him. 'One of the ways in leads to a servant hallway, and the other is connected to an occupied room'
Letting out a faint sigh he looks to the prince and nods. “I will be sealing one of the secret entrances to the room, the other will prove most useful in protection you.” Stepping away from the head of his bed he motions towards his small bag. “I did not bring much. Books. I will have time later to unpack. For now I would like to get to work.” He steps closer to the prince. “From your own words, your life is in danger often, and I would like to be ahead of the next attack. Such frequent assassination attempts may have more meaning than one would expect.” His eyes flash at the prospect and he moves towards the door. Opening it he pauses and motions that Alessandro should lead the way. Bringing a foot up he scratches the back of his leg with the toe of his boot. He wrinkles his nose and looks down. 'My toenails are rougher. How does anyone scratch with these things on without bending over into a vulnerable position?'
His head remains tilted down as he trails his fingers over the soft covers of the bed twice the size of his own. Continuing his slow trek he moves to the wall at the head of the bed. Bringing his hand up he presses it against the cool stone and begins following it around the room. 'There are two other ways into this room' Small amounts of his magic trickle around the bricks, seeking out as much information as it can and filtering it back to Rei. His magic isn't very developed, most of what he's learned he's had to teach himself, and given his job description it works mostly in a manner most useful for an assassin. From stone to glass he pauses only briefly to glance out the window. 'I am along the same wall as the prince, however this room is more easily observed by those in the stable'
His gaze drops back down and he continues on. 'Not garish, no tapestries or other ornate objects' His fingers trail along the mantle place, the smell from over his head bringing his head up once more. His eyes trail over the flowers and the vase, his head tilting to the side. 'Not the prince's idea I'd wager. This part seems different from the over all feel of the room' Continuing on he passes between the prince and the door, his fingers testing the strength of the wooden door with small flickers of magic. His inspection takes him all the way back to his bed where he stops and draws back all of his magic, the information it had gathered filtering in carefully as to not overload him. 'One of the ways in leads to a servant hallway, and the other is connected to an occupied room'
Letting out a faint sigh he looks to the prince and nods. “I will be sealing one of the secret entrances to the room, the other will prove most useful in protection you.” Stepping away from the head of his bed he motions towards his small bag. “I did not bring much. Books. I will have time later to unpack. For now I would like to get to work.” He steps closer to the prince. “From your own words, your life is in danger often, and I would like to be ahead of the next attack. Such frequent assassination attempts may have more meaning than one would expect.” His eyes flash at the prospect and he moves towards the door. Opening it he pauses and motions that Alessandro should lead the way. Bringing a foot up he scratches the back of his leg with the toe of his boot. He wrinkles his nose and looks down. 'My toenails are rougher. How does anyone scratch with these things on without bending over into a vulnerable position?'
A shudder runs through his body as the other man paractically purrs. His sheepish smile shifts into a thoughtful smirk as he begins thinking about what Illiendi is saying. 'If we can run it with three people, I guess the less people the better. I mean, it's less money spent and more in the pockets for other things. A cabin boy would be our third person, but that would also mean that Illiendi intends to work the ship too' Rolling his eyes internally he shakes his head ever so slightly. 'I should not assume, I should ask, he's to be teaching me, and asking questions is the best way to learn' He nods when he mentions making an announcement about his leaving. “Makes sense. . .” He murmurs. 'A lot of the great explorers were not famous until they returned from their explorations, and the more people hear of them. . .'
Illiendi begins speaking again and Amano focuses on what he saying. Bringing his cup up for another sip he almost coughs when the man calls him 'Master'. A firm flush sets up in his cheeks and he looks Illiendi in the eyes. “So odd, I've grown up being called 'Young Master' and the like, but when you say that it feels completely different. . .” He stares for a few seconds before he realizes what he's doing and looks away. In an attempt to cover up his obviously flustered mind he coughs to call the attention of the server and points at his near empty cup. Keeping his eyes anywhere but on his companion he says, “I get another allowance in two days, so we should leave some time soon after that. I can pull out what I have saved thus far and you can take what you need.” He glances at Illiendi before looking away again.
“I would like to watch you work for a bit. I learn faster if I can see other people do something first, and if I am to be a businessman there's a lot I can learn by watch even so simple a task as haggling and negotiation.” Realizing he's rambling he smiles as the server drops off a fresh steaming cup and scoops up the old one. “A cabin boy, yes. . .And then we would need just two more? Or are we going to work the ship, because if that's the case I may want to start training now.” Looking back to Illiendi he smiles. “I have a blade at home, a rapier, and a small dagger. I am proficient with both. There was nothing else to do after classes, and all my brothers kinda had it in for me, so about four years ago I took up weapons training.”
Picking up the hot cup he blows gently on the fragrant drink before taking a small sip. “I don't have much to bring with me save for clothes, the trinkets, and my sketch pad.” His smile turns sad. “Not much I value in this world. I know it sounds conceited, but as long as I have me I'm content with not having much.” Puffing up slightly he adds, “But while I would trade my life for nothing in this world, a close second in value is the chance to be better than what anyone ever thought I would be!” After that little declarative he shrinks right back down and ducks his head. 'Man, that must have sounded stupid. I sounded like a kid there, I just know it. I need to stop being so childish' Bringing his cup back p he takes another sip.
Illiendi begins speaking again and Amano focuses on what he saying. Bringing his cup up for another sip he almost coughs when the man calls him 'Master'. A firm flush sets up in his cheeks and he looks Illiendi in the eyes. “So odd, I've grown up being called 'Young Master' and the like, but when you say that it feels completely different. . .” He stares for a few seconds before he realizes what he's doing and looks away. In an attempt to cover up his obviously flustered mind he coughs to call the attention of the server and points at his near empty cup. Keeping his eyes anywhere but on his companion he says, “I get another allowance in two days, so we should leave some time soon after that. I can pull out what I have saved thus far and you can take what you need.” He glances at Illiendi before looking away again.
“I would like to watch you work for a bit. I learn faster if I can see other people do something first, and if I am to be a businessman there's a lot I can learn by watch even so simple a task as haggling and negotiation.” Realizing he's rambling he smiles as the server drops off a fresh steaming cup and scoops up the old one. “A cabin boy, yes. . .And then we would need just two more? Or are we going to work the ship, because if that's the case I may want to start training now.” Looking back to Illiendi he smiles. “I have a blade at home, a rapier, and a small dagger. I am proficient with both. There was nothing else to do after classes, and all my brothers kinda had it in for me, so about four years ago I took up weapons training.”
Picking up the hot cup he blows gently on the fragrant drink before taking a small sip. “I don't have much to bring with me save for clothes, the trinkets, and my sketch pad.” His smile turns sad. “Not much I value in this world. I know it sounds conceited, but as long as I have me I'm content with not having much.” Puffing up slightly he adds, “But while I would trade my life for nothing in this world, a close second in value is the chance to be better than what anyone ever thought I would be!” After that little declarative he shrinks right back down and ducks his head. 'Man, that must have sounded stupid. I sounded like a kid there, I just know it. I need to stop being so childish' Bringing his cup back p he takes another sip.
So, you need a few example of Intelligence, Disposition, and Worship? M'kay. . . . .
I guess I'll use some species for these examples. Depending on how we play them, Weres could be either. If we use the lunar cycle for the transformations, they are most likely to end up Nightwalkers. If they are mostly unaware of their beast aspects, it gets a little more sketchy. If they are fully aware of their beastness, then it depends on their intelligence as to where they end up on the scale. Weres are mostly meat eaters, and rather indiscriminate, so if we dial down their intelligencee to animalistic levels, I would put them on the Nightwalker side, but if they have a human level ofintelligencee even when changed then again, it's up to a new factor: Disposition. Are they, despite their intelligence, predisposed to indiscriminate violence? If so, Nightwalker(Since such things are best done at night to avoid detection :P), if not, if they are simply more animalistic in their actions they could be Daywalkers.
That's one example of two those aspects working together to figure out where we wanna place a race. Think of them like check points for us to figure out, or simply look through when placing a race.
Striders are Nightwalkers. They operate in the dark, they worship dark gods, sacrifice intelligent beings, and feed on the flesh of sentient beings.
I'm not saying we make blanket judgments, I was just coming up with a set of categories to look over when making our decisions on races. Does that make sense? There can be really smart races and really dumb races on both sides. I don't want to use the terms evil and good, since they are highly objective and would, for me at least, make things far too simple. Black dragons are technically evil, however in our world they could have aged to the point that they no longer kill indiscriminately, and before the war even started had been on the side of the Daywalkers :P
I guess I'll use some species for these examples. Depending on how we play them, Weres could be either. If we use the lunar cycle for the transformations, they are most likely to end up Nightwalkers. If they are mostly unaware of their beast aspects, it gets a little more sketchy. If they are fully aware of their beastness, then it depends on their intelligence as to where they end up on the scale. Weres are mostly meat eaters, and rather indiscriminate, so if we dial down their intelligencee to animalistic levels, I would put them on the Nightwalker side, but if they have a human level ofintelligencee even when changed then again, it's up to a new factor: Disposition. Are they, despite their intelligence, predisposed to indiscriminate violence? If so, Nightwalker(Since such things are best done at night to avoid detection :P), if not, if they are simply more animalistic in their actions they could be Daywalkers.
That's one example of two those aspects working together to figure out where we wanna place a race. Think of them like check points for us to figure out, or simply look through when placing a race.
Striders are Nightwalkers. They operate in the dark, they worship dark gods, sacrifice intelligent beings, and feed on the flesh of sentient beings.
I'm not saying we make blanket judgments, I was just coming up with a set of categories to look over when making our decisions on races. Does that make sense? There can be really smart races and really dumb races on both sides. I don't want to use the terms evil and good, since they are highly objective and would, for me at least, make things far too simple. Black dragons are technically evil, however in our world they could have aged to the point that they no longer kill indiscriminately, and before the war even started had been on the side of the Daywalkers :P
Oki, part 1 is up! need some ideas for the next part! Anyone?
Seishu can practically see the edginess crackling around his counterpart as he takes his hand. 'I bet he's expecting something very forward out of me. No no my dear other half, nothing like that! Why would I be so obvious? That would be silly, and counterproductive' Setting a light smile on his lips he moves in a little closer to Enasi and gets a good grip on his shoulder. Once in position the small caravan begins it's slow trek down the hallway. Seishu elects to stay silent for the trip, mulling over his own thoughts and trying to ignore the pain. Reaching out he ruffles Rue's hair when he asks about swimming with the guardian. Rue turns and pouts for a moment before switching to a grin and skittering ahead of the group.
'One of these day I think I may get infected by his good mood just be looking at him' Shaking his head his nose wrinkles at the smell of water. Thanking the powers that be that the pool had none of that corrosive skin drying eye burning crap in it he takes another whiff. Letting the fresh smell fill his lungs he can feel a trickle of energy wind it's way through him. He smiles at the pool area, looking much like a Greek bath house but missing the obvious nude statutes and suggestive fountains. Glancing at Enasi as he makes his inquiry of the doctor he shifts his grip and steadies himself before letting go of the other guardian entirely.
“Gimmi sec, I got enough for this.” he says softly, holding up a hand for Enasi to stay back. Rue too pulls back a bit and Crios gives the Nightmare Guardian a skeptical look. Concentrating Seishu dissolves his clothes, appearing almost naked for a few seconds with only a dark patch remaining over his privates before clothing reappears in the form of loose fitting black swimming trunks. The design is simple, fitting at the waist with the legs very wide allowing for free movement and dangling down just above the knees. He gives Crios a smile, “And you thought I was going to be devious, shame on you Doc.” Crios simply shakes his head, his tail swaying gently side to side.
Not willing to admit he's glad on the guardian's selection Crios moves over to the edge of the pool and kneels down. Dipping his hand in he judges the temperature adequate and stands to face his patient. Rue however totters in between them. “So, why did you wanna wear these? Wouldn't something small feel more natural? I mean, if you normally swim nude, wouldn't one of those really small tight ones be better?”
Seishu gives the boy a thoughtful look. “Well, I suppose it would, for my legs at least. However,” Looking down with a smile he reaches back out for Enasi, “I find those very constricting on parts of me that are fare more use to dangling. And those parts take priority.” Rue thinks for a moment then with a little blush he giggles at Seishu and lifts off the ground. Taking a few laps around the pool before the Nightmare Guardian gets in Rue can't get the goofy grin off his face as he thinks about what the taller male was talking about.
Crios rolls his eyes and moves over to the shallow end of the pool. “Lord Enasi, just throw him in here. I mean, help him in via these little stairs.” Seishu chuckles lightly at the doctors joke and waits to be helped in.
'One of these day I think I may get infected by his good mood just be looking at him' Shaking his head his nose wrinkles at the smell of water. Thanking the powers that be that the pool had none of that corrosive skin drying eye burning crap in it he takes another whiff. Letting the fresh smell fill his lungs he can feel a trickle of energy wind it's way through him. He smiles at the pool area, looking much like a Greek bath house but missing the obvious nude statutes and suggestive fountains. Glancing at Enasi as he makes his inquiry of the doctor he shifts his grip and steadies himself before letting go of the other guardian entirely.
“Gimmi sec, I got enough for this.” he says softly, holding up a hand for Enasi to stay back. Rue too pulls back a bit and Crios gives the Nightmare Guardian a skeptical look. Concentrating Seishu dissolves his clothes, appearing almost naked for a few seconds with only a dark patch remaining over his privates before clothing reappears in the form of loose fitting black swimming trunks. The design is simple, fitting at the waist with the legs very wide allowing for free movement and dangling down just above the knees. He gives Crios a smile, “And you thought I was going to be devious, shame on you Doc.” Crios simply shakes his head, his tail swaying gently side to side.
Not willing to admit he's glad on the guardian's selection Crios moves over to the edge of the pool and kneels down. Dipping his hand in he judges the temperature adequate and stands to face his patient. Rue however totters in between them. “So, why did you wanna wear these? Wouldn't something small feel more natural? I mean, if you normally swim nude, wouldn't one of those really small tight ones be better?”
Seishu gives the boy a thoughtful look. “Well, I suppose it would, for my legs at least. However,” Looking down with a smile he reaches back out for Enasi, “I find those very constricting on parts of me that are fare more use to dangling. And those parts take priority.” Rue thinks for a moment then with a little blush he giggles at Seishu and lifts off the ground. Taking a few laps around the pool before the Nightmare Guardian gets in Rue can't get the goofy grin off his face as he thinks about what the taller male was talking about.
Crios rolls his eyes and moves over to the shallow end of the pool. “Lord Enasi, just throw him in here. I mean, help him in via these little stairs.” Seishu chuckles lightly at the doctors joke and waits to be helped in.
Part 1
(Each idea will be color coded for easy identification when putting forward future ideas. Eg. If one wants to put forth an idea that follows the red section, simply put “Red:” (Minus the quotes)followed by your idea, and I will know which section you wish to continue from with your idea.)
Red - Sasha wakes up before he can be injected, in his right mind.
Green - Sasha is injected, but the drug doesn't kill him, only paralyze him. His 'other' mind wakes up and finds it can barely move.
Purple – Sasha wakes before being injected, transforms back into the monster and leaves the hospital, but doesn't hurt Izea.
Blue – Izea injects Sasha and kills his body, however his spirit self survives.
Orange – Sasha is injected and instead of dying goes into a death like coma, and is essentially buried alive.
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Red – His fingers begin to tremble, a slight catch in the back of his throat causing a small chocking noise out as he tries to breath. 'I don't want to do this my friend, but do I have any choice? Will you ever wake again as yourself, not as that monster?' He lets out a sigh and moves a little closer to his life long friend. The pressure of his hand on the bed making Sasha stir.
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With a great rush I feel my body falling back towards the world below. My mind races ~I can not lay this burden upon him~ An instant later I can feel again. The weight of my own skin feels like led hanging from my bones. Drawing in a deep shuddering breath I manage to whisper, “No Izea, my friend. Do not force this great pain upon yourself.” Behind me I hear his chocked gasp and the clatter of the syringe falling to the floor. I can not recall ever having left my body before when in my transformed state however as I pull myself up carefully into a sitting position I know I must tell Izea about it some time.
My eyes finally crack open and I manage a faint smile. The smile fades quickly however. 'This is not the time for that' “Forgive me my friend. I don't know what happened. . .”
Izea looks down at my, his arm hanging limply by his sides. “I. . .I couldn't do anything. . . You just. . . .” He falls silent as I nod. His voice sounds raw and harsh.
“I know my friend.” I whisper. The red lights flashing in the hallways add an odd pulse to the scene and I can almost feel my heart beat thumping in time to the crimson flickers. Izea moves back to the edge of the bed, the shaking in his hands stilling as he reaches out to take hold of my shoulder. I look up into his eyes and I can see the question ringing through my mind echoes in his eyes. “What do we do now?”
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Green – Steeling himself Izea leans forward. Pressing his hand into the mattress he quickly plunges the needle into his friend's blood soaked arm and injects him with the full dose. The glowing purple liquid does it's work quickly, and in a matter of moments Sasha's breathing slows. Pulling back the syringe Izea subs gently but after a couple seconds his brows furrow. Leaning in close once again his eyes widen as he realizes Sasha is still breathing. “Impossible.” he whispers, a hint of fear in his voice. Suddenly Sasha's eyes open and begin darting around the room. Izea leaps back from the bed, but when he realizes that his friend isn't moving he carefully makes his way around the bed.
Sasha's eyes continue to dart around the room and Izea's breathing picks up. “You can't move, can you?” he asks softly. The man in the bed doesn't respond. Moving in closer Izea kneels down and looks into his friend's face, looking for any sign of recognition. The nude male looks anywhere but at the doctor before him, seeming almost frantic despite the complete lack of any other movement. The sound of sirens in the distance outside snaps Izea out of his stupor and without hesitation he turns Sasha on to his back and straps him down. “I was ready to kill you my friend, but this must mean something. Perhaps you are meant to live.” he mutters and moving quickly he pushes Sasha out of the room on his wheeled bed and down the hall.
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I watch curious as Izea makes his decision. ~Well, if he thinks it best, I guess I can't argue with that~ I can see almost at once that something is wrong. Once again I feel the rush of the creature taking over and I move closer so I can see better. ~I have changed, but only inside? How can this be?~ Focusing hard I drift all the way down into the room, passing through walls and floors until I'm drifting at Izea's side. ~So strange. He's looking into my eyes, however I am watching him do it rather than looking back . . .~ Dropping my gaze to my hands I can see the floor through them. ~A ghost?~ Before I can think too hard about just what I am now the sirens from outside prompt Izea into action. Drifting along slowly behind him as he moves down the hall I can not help but wonder where we are heading, and what Izea is planning.
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Purple – A roar echos in my ears. A burn deep inside that tears at me. ~No! I don't, what is this!?~ No one is here to answer me. I am alone up here, high above the carnage and my dear friend. I look down, but even as I wonder at the distance, a hand clutched at my stomach the world comes rushing up to meet me. In an instant I am looking at my own unconscious form as my friend stands over me with a deadly cocktail of chemicals in a syringe. The roar echoes again and fear shoots through me as I see my very skin shift and bulge. Then all is darkness.
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Izea gasps loudly as once again the creature begins to take over his friend's form. A clawed hand snaps back and with the sound of breaking glass the luminescent violet liquid explodes out of the glass syringe as it shatters against the wall. Izea falls back, unscathed but unable to run for fear of drawing what was once his friend Sasha's attention. He swallows hard, his sweaty hands pressed firmly against the wall behind him. Then he freezes. Sasha is looking at him. Towering above even the tallest man ever recorded the creatures russet colored fur looks almost black in the emergence lights. Long fangs peek out from beneath tough looking lips and clawed hands curl at the ends of rather human looking arms, were they not covered in the same coarse red fur as the rest of it's body.
Unable to move Izea simply watches as Sasha looks him up and down before turning to the open window. His whole body shakes violently as the creature roars, rattling the window in it's frame. An instant later he's all alone in the hospital room, a blood soaked bed and bloody claw marks on the windowsill the only sign of the beast's passing.
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Blue – A single tear falls from the doc's eye as he comes to his decision. “Forgive me my friend, but I can't do it any more. I know you may no longer be in there, but please, forgive me. . .” With a small hiccuping sob he leans in and presses the needle into Sasha's flesh. Sinking the plunger down to the hilt he pulls the needle out and throws it against the wall. With only the smallest shudder Sasha passes away in his sleep from the poisonous concoction and Izea falls to his knees at his bedside. He sobs loudly, crossing his arms as he hides his face in the blood soaked sheets of his live long friend.
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A searing pain races through my body. ~I can feel it. My body, the poison! Like fire in my veins~ An unholy scream finds it's way out of my mouth, but none are around to hear the sounds of my dying agony. Though I know I am crying I can feel no wetness on my cheeks. My body curls around itself as the pain washes over me again and again. Such a pain I have never read of, not ever thought could be, but it is here now, and if I were not sure I was dying I would believe that the only thing worse could be living afterward. As it is as soon as my heart beats it last the pain fades and soon I can breath again. I know I am not actually breath, but it is still comforting to pretend. ~If I am dead, then why am I. . .?~
The tears clear from my eyes and I look at the world below. I first seek out my friend Izea. He cries at my bedside and my heart aches for him. Movement catches my eye and I turn. Just outside the room is another doctor but something is off about him. I can see right through him. Another movement, a nurse this time. She is likewise incorporeal. ~Ghosts?~ Looking down at my own hands I realize that I too have a distinct lack of substance. ~Odd.~ All I feel is a bit bemused at the thought and soonmy attention returns to Izea.
The need to be closer to him overwhelms me and in a rush I find myself falling down through the building to float by his side. His tears have stopped and now he stands, looking down at my now lifeless body. I too look at the pile of flesh and bones that were once mine. I let out a sigh, somehow unable to feel remorse or sadness at my passing. ~It was the right decision my friend.~I watch curiously as Izea's head snaps up. He begins looking wildly about the room and a curious thought crosses my mind. Drifting a little closer as he turns away from the bed to search the room more thoroughly. ~Can you hear me my friend?~ He jumps again, his movements frantic but after a second of fruitless searching he calms down a bit and with a faint cough he simply nods.
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Orange - Everything is darkness. Cold, hard, all around me I can feel it. My tongue is like sandpaper in my mouth and I can almost hear it crackling as it moves about aimlessly. Panic wells up from deep inside me and the need to free myself begins singing through my veins. I try to call from someone but all that comes out is a dry rasping sound. My arms come up with effort and the touch of cold stone above me rocks me to my core. 'What, where am I!? What's happening?' The fear builds and I feel a touch of the familiar burn tickling my insides. 'No, not that, not it! Stay away!' However it does not go away, however it grows no stronger either. With a great effort the stone above me begins to move. As it slides aside light begins to pour into my dark little space.
As the light strikes my eyes I flinch back. At first I think it is the sun, a mid day blaze high above. However as my eyes adjust I recognize the cool blue of a full moon. It takes several minutes of straining and resting, letting my body adjust to moving and my eyes to the light until at last I manage to sit up. A shudder runs through me as I recognize my surroundings as those of a graveyard. 'I am in a graveyard, and this is my tomb. . .Am I dead?' Looking down at my skin I can see how pale it has become. The once simply pasty white of a scientist has been replaced with the clammy sickly look of someone who is no longer a part of the living. However I check my pulse just to be sure. 'No, I'm not dead. That's a weak, but steady beat. So, what. . . .'
Moving slowly I manage to crawl out of my stone coffin and as I breath in the fresh night air I can feel my strength return. My eyes and mouth are still very dry so I begin searching from some way to fix that. Luckily it must have rain recently. As I wander down the hill where my resting place was into the graveyard proper I splash through several large puddles. Not really caring it the water is clean I fall to my knees at the closest one that is large enough to scoop water out of and drink deeply. Splashing the water over my face I shiver as a mixture of the crisp water and cool breeze forces a chill down my spine. Base needs taken care of I make my way towards the fence in the distance. 'How long have I been here? Was I really. . . Dead? What happened to. . . Izea. . . .' The thought of my dear friend brings me new strength and I break into a run. Reaching the fence I seek out the nearest street sign. 'I know where I am. We lived near here! Maybe, he still does. . . .'
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And that's the end of part 1! I hope you enjoyed and I can't wait to see what you guys come up with next!
(Each idea will be color coded for easy identification when putting forward future ideas. Eg. If one wants to put forth an idea that follows the red section, simply put “Red:” (Minus the quotes)followed by your idea, and I will know which section you wish to continue from with your idea.)
Red - Sasha wakes up before he can be injected, in his right mind.
Green - Sasha is injected, but the drug doesn't kill him, only paralyze him. His 'other' mind wakes up and finds it can barely move.
Purple – Sasha wakes before being injected, transforms back into the monster and leaves the hospital, but doesn't hurt Izea.
Blue – Izea injects Sasha and kills his body, however his spirit self survives.
Orange – Sasha is injected and instead of dying goes into a death like coma, and is essentially buried alive.
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Red – His fingers begin to tremble, a slight catch in the back of his throat causing a small chocking noise out as he tries to breath. 'I don't want to do this my friend, but do I have any choice? Will you ever wake again as yourself, not as that monster?' He lets out a sigh and moves a little closer to his life long friend. The pressure of his hand on the bed making Sasha stir.
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With a great rush I feel my body falling back towards the world below. My mind races ~I can not lay this burden upon him~ An instant later I can feel again. The weight of my own skin feels like led hanging from my bones. Drawing in a deep shuddering breath I manage to whisper, “No Izea, my friend. Do not force this great pain upon yourself.” Behind me I hear his chocked gasp and the clatter of the syringe falling to the floor. I can not recall ever having left my body before when in my transformed state however as I pull myself up carefully into a sitting position I know I must tell Izea about it some time.
My eyes finally crack open and I manage a faint smile. The smile fades quickly however. 'This is not the time for that' “Forgive me my friend. I don't know what happened. . .”
Izea looks down at my, his arm hanging limply by his sides. “I. . .I couldn't do anything. . . You just. . . .” He falls silent as I nod. His voice sounds raw and harsh.
“I know my friend.” I whisper. The red lights flashing in the hallways add an odd pulse to the scene and I can almost feel my heart beat thumping in time to the crimson flickers. Izea moves back to the edge of the bed, the shaking in his hands stilling as he reaches out to take hold of my shoulder. I look up into his eyes and I can see the question ringing through my mind echoes in his eyes. “What do we do now?”
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Green – Steeling himself Izea leans forward. Pressing his hand into the mattress he quickly plunges the needle into his friend's blood soaked arm and injects him with the full dose. The glowing purple liquid does it's work quickly, and in a matter of moments Sasha's breathing slows. Pulling back the syringe Izea subs gently but after a couple seconds his brows furrow. Leaning in close once again his eyes widen as he realizes Sasha is still breathing. “Impossible.” he whispers, a hint of fear in his voice. Suddenly Sasha's eyes open and begin darting around the room. Izea leaps back from the bed, but when he realizes that his friend isn't moving he carefully makes his way around the bed.
Sasha's eyes continue to dart around the room and Izea's breathing picks up. “You can't move, can you?” he asks softly. The man in the bed doesn't respond. Moving in closer Izea kneels down and looks into his friend's face, looking for any sign of recognition. The nude male looks anywhere but at the doctor before him, seeming almost frantic despite the complete lack of any other movement. The sound of sirens in the distance outside snaps Izea out of his stupor and without hesitation he turns Sasha on to his back and straps him down. “I was ready to kill you my friend, but this must mean something. Perhaps you are meant to live.” he mutters and moving quickly he pushes Sasha out of the room on his wheeled bed and down the hall.
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I watch curious as Izea makes his decision. ~Well, if he thinks it best, I guess I can't argue with that~ I can see almost at once that something is wrong. Once again I feel the rush of the creature taking over and I move closer so I can see better. ~I have changed, but only inside? How can this be?~ Focusing hard I drift all the way down into the room, passing through walls and floors until I'm drifting at Izea's side. ~So strange. He's looking into my eyes, however I am watching him do it rather than looking back . . .~ Dropping my gaze to my hands I can see the floor through them. ~A ghost?~ Before I can think too hard about just what I am now the sirens from outside prompt Izea into action. Drifting along slowly behind him as he moves down the hall I can not help but wonder where we are heading, and what Izea is planning.
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Purple – A roar echos in my ears. A burn deep inside that tears at me. ~No! I don't, what is this!?~ No one is here to answer me. I am alone up here, high above the carnage and my dear friend. I look down, but even as I wonder at the distance, a hand clutched at my stomach the world comes rushing up to meet me. In an instant I am looking at my own unconscious form as my friend stands over me with a deadly cocktail of chemicals in a syringe. The roar echoes again and fear shoots through me as I see my very skin shift and bulge. Then all is darkness.
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Izea gasps loudly as once again the creature begins to take over his friend's form. A clawed hand snaps back and with the sound of breaking glass the luminescent violet liquid explodes out of the glass syringe as it shatters against the wall. Izea falls back, unscathed but unable to run for fear of drawing what was once his friend Sasha's attention. He swallows hard, his sweaty hands pressed firmly against the wall behind him. Then he freezes. Sasha is looking at him. Towering above even the tallest man ever recorded the creatures russet colored fur looks almost black in the emergence lights. Long fangs peek out from beneath tough looking lips and clawed hands curl at the ends of rather human looking arms, were they not covered in the same coarse red fur as the rest of it's body.
Unable to move Izea simply watches as Sasha looks him up and down before turning to the open window. His whole body shakes violently as the creature roars, rattling the window in it's frame. An instant later he's all alone in the hospital room, a blood soaked bed and bloody claw marks on the windowsill the only sign of the beast's passing.
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Blue – A single tear falls from the doc's eye as he comes to his decision. “Forgive me my friend, but I can't do it any more. I know you may no longer be in there, but please, forgive me. . .” With a small hiccuping sob he leans in and presses the needle into Sasha's flesh. Sinking the plunger down to the hilt he pulls the needle out and throws it against the wall. With only the smallest shudder Sasha passes away in his sleep from the poisonous concoction and Izea falls to his knees at his bedside. He sobs loudly, crossing his arms as he hides his face in the blood soaked sheets of his live long friend.
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A searing pain races through my body. ~I can feel it. My body, the poison! Like fire in my veins~ An unholy scream finds it's way out of my mouth, but none are around to hear the sounds of my dying agony. Though I know I am crying I can feel no wetness on my cheeks. My body curls around itself as the pain washes over me again and again. Such a pain I have never read of, not ever thought could be, but it is here now, and if I were not sure I was dying I would believe that the only thing worse could be living afterward. As it is as soon as my heart beats it last the pain fades and soon I can breath again. I know I am not actually breath, but it is still comforting to pretend. ~If I am dead, then why am I. . .?~
The tears clear from my eyes and I look at the world below. I first seek out my friend Izea. He cries at my bedside and my heart aches for him. Movement catches my eye and I turn. Just outside the room is another doctor but something is off about him. I can see right through him. Another movement, a nurse this time. She is likewise incorporeal. ~Ghosts?~ Looking down at my own hands I realize that I too have a distinct lack of substance. ~Odd.~ All I feel is a bit bemused at the thought and soonmy attention returns to Izea.
The need to be closer to him overwhelms me and in a rush I find myself falling down through the building to float by his side. His tears have stopped and now he stands, looking down at my now lifeless body. I too look at the pile of flesh and bones that were once mine. I let out a sigh, somehow unable to feel remorse or sadness at my passing. ~It was the right decision my friend.~I watch curiously as Izea's head snaps up. He begins looking wildly about the room and a curious thought crosses my mind. Drifting a little closer as he turns away from the bed to search the room more thoroughly. ~Can you hear me my friend?~ He jumps again, his movements frantic but after a second of fruitless searching he calms down a bit and with a faint cough he simply nods.
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Orange - Everything is darkness. Cold, hard, all around me I can feel it. My tongue is like sandpaper in my mouth and I can almost hear it crackling as it moves about aimlessly. Panic wells up from deep inside me and the need to free myself begins singing through my veins. I try to call from someone but all that comes out is a dry rasping sound. My arms come up with effort and the touch of cold stone above me rocks me to my core. 'What, where am I!? What's happening?' The fear builds and I feel a touch of the familiar burn tickling my insides. 'No, not that, not it! Stay away!' However it does not go away, however it grows no stronger either. With a great effort the stone above me begins to move. As it slides aside light begins to pour into my dark little space.
As the light strikes my eyes I flinch back. At first I think it is the sun, a mid day blaze high above. However as my eyes adjust I recognize the cool blue of a full moon. It takes several minutes of straining and resting, letting my body adjust to moving and my eyes to the light until at last I manage to sit up. A shudder runs through me as I recognize my surroundings as those of a graveyard. 'I am in a graveyard, and this is my tomb. . .Am I dead?' Looking down at my skin I can see how pale it has become. The once simply pasty white of a scientist has been replaced with the clammy sickly look of someone who is no longer a part of the living. However I check my pulse just to be sure. 'No, I'm not dead. That's a weak, but steady beat. So, what. . . .'
Moving slowly I manage to crawl out of my stone coffin and as I breath in the fresh night air I can feel my strength return. My eyes and mouth are still very dry so I begin searching from some way to fix that. Luckily it must have rain recently. As I wander down the hill where my resting place was into the graveyard proper I splash through several large puddles. Not really caring it the water is clean I fall to my knees at the closest one that is large enough to scoop water out of and drink deeply. Splashing the water over my face I shiver as a mixture of the crisp water and cool breeze forces a chill down my spine. Base needs taken care of I make my way towards the fence in the distance. 'How long have I been here? Was I really. . . Dead? What happened to. . . Izea. . . .' The thought of my dear friend brings me new strength and I break into a run. Reaching the fence I seek out the nearest street sign. 'I know where I am. We lived near here! Maybe, he still does. . . .'
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And that's the end of part 1! I hope you enjoyed and I can't wait to see what you guys come up with next!
His eyes seem to almost glitter beneath his hood as Kinn eyes the servant entering. 'Fear, distress, protective posturing. None of these are suspect' He raises an unseen eyebrow at the young man reaching for something inside his kimono. 'Good instincts. He may be useful' Taking a deep breath he almost grins, but manages to refrain as the bedridden lord begins speaking. 'Too bad I must feed exclusively from the sick one. The young one smells tasty' Turning his attention to the man on the bed his eyebrow raises once again. 'He sure can spin quickly. I suppose it is mostly believable, however I wonder if they will think it odd to have not seen me come in last night' Shifting his gaze back to the young man he bows slightly in acceptance of the apology.
Watching as the servants leave the room Kinn ignores the lord at first, his mind on other matters. However after a few moments silence he turns back to the man who summoned him. “They will get use to it. Once you begin to heal, it will be of no matter what I wear, and until then they are free to think of me as they will.” A hand slips out to gesture at the front of his robe. “The fabric is sealed, I know how you humans worry about showing off your bodies so I will take care as to not expose myself in what you would call inappropriate manners.” Glancing down Kinn shifts slightly further into the room as the morning sunlight grows stronger against the floor and begins it's slow crawl across it.
Looking to where the servants had vanished he moves closer to the bed, stopping just short. His robe moves smoothly against his skin, brushing the covers as his forward movement stops. “The closer I am to you, the better. I would prefer to share this room with you, however I have known many humans who find such things distasteful or scandalous, so if you insist on my resting in a different room it must be as close as possible.” His eyes travel up the blankets to the man's face. “No matter what you decide, I will be spending most of your waking hours with you, and I will check on you as you sleep. Please make sure they all know this so I will not have to deal with the hassle of being stopped by the guard as I do what you have asked of me.”His expression is neutral, one eyebrow raised in question.
Watching as the servants leave the room Kinn ignores the lord at first, his mind on other matters. However after a few moments silence he turns back to the man who summoned him. “They will get use to it. Once you begin to heal, it will be of no matter what I wear, and until then they are free to think of me as they will.” A hand slips out to gesture at the front of his robe. “The fabric is sealed, I know how you humans worry about showing off your bodies so I will take care as to not expose myself in what you would call inappropriate manners.” Glancing down Kinn shifts slightly further into the room as the morning sunlight grows stronger against the floor and begins it's slow crawl across it.
Looking to where the servants had vanished he moves closer to the bed, stopping just short. His robe moves smoothly against his skin, brushing the covers as his forward movement stops. “The closer I am to you, the better. I would prefer to share this room with you, however I have known many humans who find such things distasteful or scandalous, so if you insist on my resting in a different room it must be as close as possible.” His eyes travel up the blankets to the man's face. “No matter what you decide, I will be spending most of your waking hours with you, and I will check on you as you sleep. Please make sure they all know this so I will not have to deal with the hassle of being stopped by the guard as I do what you have asked of me.”His expression is neutral, one eyebrow raised in question.
Tatsuki cringes inwardly, feeling the small waves of unease coming off of the young man sitting beside him. 'I suppose I should have waited a bit on those particular aspects of my “life”. Or perhaps not have mentioned them at all. He was just looking for tales from other lands. . . .' His thought trail off as he glances at Shigetoshi. He smiles gently as the young innkeeper complements the meal, commenting on the other patron's enjoyment. 'He is a good host. For some reason, I do not feel the need to hide so much around him as I normally would a mortal. It could just be the recent stress, however. . . .'
Raising his fingers to his lips Tatsuki carefully licks off a bit of sauce that had made it's way on to them, and hums softly at the pleasing flavor, sucking one finger slightly.
“I can listen.”
There is a light smacking sound as he pulls his finger out. His eye seem to be locked on a distant point as a faint tingle passes across his stomach. 'So, he opening a door for me. A door to speak truthfully with him. I suppose this is a good thing. It will definitely help, should I choose to accept' Slowly his hand drops back down, picking up his chopsticks and carefully positioning them in his grasp. 'If I say too much, I can simply remove that memory. I have always been careful though, I believe I can avoid such things. . .'
Turning his head slightly so he can see the young man with both eyes he simply looks at him thoughtfully for a long moment. He blinks slowly, the look on his face quite neutral. 'He is rather confused, torn almost. I wonder if he's afraid of me. My story could most definitely translated many ways, most of which are not pleasant' With a sigh he smiles comfortably at Shigetoshi and murmurs, “Thank you.” After another few seconds he looks back to his food and continues eating.
Raising his fingers to his lips Tatsuki carefully licks off a bit of sauce that had made it's way on to them, and hums softly at the pleasing flavor, sucking one finger slightly.
“I can listen.”
There is a light smacking sound as he pulls his finger out. His eye seem to be locked on a distant point as a faint tingle passes across his stomach. 'So, he opening a door for me. A door to speak truthfully with him. I suppose this is a good thing. It will definitely help, should I choose to accept' Slowly his hand drops back down, picking up his chopsticks and carefully positioning them in his grasp. 'If I say too much, I can simply remove that memory. I have always been careful though, I believe I can avoid such things. . .'
Turning his head slightly so he can see the young man with both eyes he simply looks at him thoughtfully for a long moment. He blinks slowly, the look on his face quite neutral. 'He is rather confused, torn almost. I wonder if he's afraid of me. My story could most definitely translated many ways, most of which are not pleasant' With a sigh he smiles comfortably at Shigetoshi and murmurs, “Thank you.” After another few seconds he looks back to his food and continues eating.
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