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Children of Eve, Heirs of Adam (Dove and Temma/Tem)
- Thread starter Temma-Kati
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DovesFeather
♥ Dove ♥
Lucius was finely dressed in a dark overcoat and his usual black suit as he clicked down the hall towards the entrance in the asylum. As gloomy places went, this place took the cake. The walls were high and charcoal grey on the outside of the place, the numerous windows covered in bars from the first floor to the tenth, and the inside was sickeningly bright and clean, the hospital smelling of disinfectant and waxed floors. Nearing the first guards' post, Lucius submitted to a search and stiffened as he was patted down by a fat security guard who got a little too handsy with his ass. "That's enough," Lucius grumbled, "I don't carry weapons of any type."
The guard snickered at him as Lucius gathered his coat and left his cell phone, watch, wallet, and change in a bin that was a little too dirty for his taste. Lucius pulled the overcoat on over his suit and went down the hallway, escorted by another guard. They buzzed through six doors before they reached the nurse's station, and the guard spoke plainly to the nurse, "He's here to see D'Claire." The nurse looked at the handsome man, and a flush covered her rosy, plump cheeks.
"He's in the yard. I'll call to have him brought to the visitor's cell." The guard motioned to Lucius to follow him. The fallen was escorted into a dank, dark room with a single metal table and two chairs. He remained standing while the guard took his place at the door, crossing his arms in front of him. Lucius resisted the urge to click his tongue in slight disgust at the guard. Friendly guy. Probably need a girlfriend... or a wife that puts out. Lucius' thoughts wandered away from the guard. He needed to check his phone and see what was happening at the mansion. He'd left directly after the funeral - it been beautiful, and he'd thoroughly enjoyed the dancing, food, and the laughter at the celebration. If anyone could throw a party, it was the angels.
The door open as a young man was escorted in, pretty much chained down. Lucius gazed at him, his catlike, viridian eyes lightening. "Roman D'Claire. I'm Lucius Erebus. We have business to discuss."
The guard snickered at him as Lucius gathered his coat and left his cell phone, watch, wallet, and change in a bin that was a little too dirty for his taste. Lucius pulled the overcoat on over his suit and went down the hallway, escorted by another guard. They buzzed through six doors before they reached the nurse's station, and the guard spoke plainly to the nurse, "He's here to see D'Claire." The nurse looked at the handsome man, and a flush covered her rosy, plump cheeks.
"He's in the yard. I'll call to have him brought to the visitor's cell." The guard motioned to Lucius to follow him. The fallen was escorted into a dank, dark room with a single metal table and two chairs. He remained standing while the guard took his place at the door, crossing his arms in front of him. Lucius resisted the urge to click his tongue in slight disgust at the guard. Friendly guy. Probably need a girlfriend... or a wife that puts out. Lucius' thoughts wandered away from the guard. He needed to check his phone and see what was happening at the mansion. He'd left directly after the funeral - it been beautiful, and he'd thoroughly enjoyed the dancing, food, and the laughter at the celebration. If anyone could throw a party, it was the angels.
The door open as a young man was escorted in, pretty much chained down. Lucius gazed at him, his catlike, viridian eyes lightening. "Roman D'Claire. I'm Lucius Erebus. We have business to discuss."
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Romans eyes were hard and cold, the icy blue ringed with black tattoo - it accented the paleness of his skin, the brightness of the blue color in his eyes. Unlike most humans, Roman had one color and one color only for his irises, t flecks of green or brown to be found. His hair was messy, hiding one eye from view, and a ruggedly handsom scruff was over his jaw. Forced down into a chair, he gave a droll smile to the angel, feigning idiocy - his intelligence was sharp in killer eyes. "I know what you are, angel. Go ahead and spit what you want, I have a group session to be a-"
He suddenly cut off his words and his expression twisted into a perverted smile. Jinx had just stalked in - she had to be held back and scanned, the metal detectors going off every time she steped through. She had irritable told that that there was ametal bone in her arm fro a childhood accident, but they still put her through vigorous searching to find she was correct. "Oh my my my," He purred, his eyes growing heated. Jinx glared with black eyes, inked with black liner, as the man unabashedly eyed her up and down, giving a low whistle. "Damn, bitch," he growled appreciatively as she took her seat by Lucius, leaning forwards against the table. She wan't wearing anything provocative - a pair of black skinny jeans paired with a lank tanktop, her leather boots secur at her feet. However, three years without the sight of a woman this close - Roman was addicted. "Hey babe, do me a favor and-" his words were suddenly choked, eyes frozen on her face as she rose a hand, palm towards him.
It was a simply connection - like blood to like blood. One of the angels had taught her thoroughly how to weld the connection, and she now orced it onto him. Her eyes drained of darkness, replaced by a vibrant amber - the color her masters eyes. "Child of Eve, Heir to Adam," She growled in an angry tone, and then lowered her hand. The man looked slowly up from his slouched position eyes cold. "I see," he said coolly, then slowly turned to face Lucius, his arms folded round him ina straight jacket. "Please, angel," he said coldly, "Continue."
His eyes slipped back to Jinx, andhe lifted her head wth pride. The collar had to be removed, since it was metal - but there was a circle around her neck, slightly paler than her usual skin tone. Understanding dawned on him, and he growled threateningly. However, he no longer struggled - he couldn't harm them anymore, not with a link between Jinx and himself. "A pet," he snarled. "Tell me - did he hurt you? Did he break you with force." Jinx'slios slowly curled upwards as he spoke, and she gave a gaiety shrug. "No, actually. But please, listen to Lucius now - he has some information for you. And more importantly, a second chance."
Roman was now interested, his icy eyes flickering towards the angel. He tilted his head further up, studying Lucius closely, silently. He simply waited to hear what he had to say.
He suddenly cut off his words and his expression twisted into a perverted smile. Jinx had just stalked in - she had to be held back and scanned, the metal detectors going off every time she steped through. She had irritable told that that there was ametal bone in her arm fro a childhood accident, but they still put her through vigorous searching to find she was correct. "Oh my my my," He purred, his eyes growing heated. Jinx glared with black eyes, inked with black liner, as the man unabashedly eyed her up and down, giving a low whistle. "Damn, bitch," he growled appreciatively as she took her seat by Lucius, leaning forwards against the table. She wan't wearing anything provocative - a pair of black skinny jeans paired with a lank tanktop, her leather boots secur at her feet. However, three years without the sight of a woman this close - Roman was addicted. "Hey babe, do me a favor and-" his words were suddenly choked, eyes frozen on her face as she rose a hand, palm towards him.
It was a simply connection - like blood to like blood. One of the angels had taught her thoroughly how to weld the connection, and she now orced it onto him. Her eyes drained of darkness, replaced by a vibrant amber - the color her masters eyes. "Child of Eve, Heir to Adam," She growled in an angry tone, and then lowered her hand. The man looked slowly up from his slouched position eyes cold. "I see," he said coolly, then slowly turned to face Lucius, his arms folded round him ina straight jacket. "Please, angel," he said coldly, "Continue."
His eyes slipped back to Jinx, andhe lifted her head wth pride. The collar had to be removed, since it was metal - but there was a circle around her neck, slightly paler than her usual skin tone. Understanding dawned on him, and he growled threateningly. However, he no longer struggled - he couldn't harm them anymore, not with a link between Jinx and himself. "A pet," he snarled. "Tell me - did he hurt you? Did he break you with force." Jinx'slios slowly curled upwards as he spoke, and she gave a gaiety shrug. "No, actually. But please, listen to Lucius now - he has some information for you. And more importantly, a second chance."
Roman was now interested, his icy eyes flickering towards the angel. He tilted his head further up, studying Lucius closely, silently. He simply waited to hear what he had to say.
DovesFeather
♥ Dove ♥
Lucius watched silently for a moment. He was the quietest of all the angels, a blinding divine light and unending darkness in one god-like being. As he watched the anger, he could see it coming off of Roman in long tendrils. His own aura was tightly under wraps as it always was in human places like this. He was lucky Berra was able to hack the system and find Roman - he'd been shifted around from prison to prison, likely due to someone manipulating the system and paying officials off, but Berra in her infinite talents had found him. Now, Lucius sat here with his adopted sister, and he glanced at her and the guard. He had two choices. He could play to this youth's obvious anger, or he could squelch the issue to start with and establish himself as someone to not be messed with. As incredibly passive as Lucius was, this was the time to be aggressive.
Lucius raised his hand from where it rested on the table, and snapped his fingers once.
Two things happened as soon as his fingers snapped. The first thing was that the security guard next to the door hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, unconscious. The second was that his dark aura burst out of him in the room, the shadow tendriling about them in the corners and choking the light that came from the dim light above them. Lucius' green eyes glowing from his power, he still remained silent, gazing at Roman. There was now no mistaking exactly who Lucius was. Shadows tendriled around Lucius' hair in a halo of darkness, and around Jinx, it gently rested over her shoulders protectively and covered her like a friend's embrace. He remained quiet for a few more unnerving minutes, simply holding Roman's gaze and letting the aura of his darkness seep into him. Lucius' darkness could calm innocent hearts or strike terror into those who were evil... He watched Roman carefully to see which happened to him.
"Now that we've been properly introduced," Lucius finally spoke, his lyrical voice causing the room to vibrate, "Let's make one thing very clear. When you speak to Jinx, you will speak to her with respect. I will not tolerate less." He crossed his legs, and he leaned back in his chair, an arm protectively, lazily resting behind his adopted sister, "And when you meet her companion, Stefano De Luca, you will also speak to him with respect. He has done much for your kind." Lucius finally got to the meat of the conversation, "I will hire you to wipe out every single auction house with a partner of my choosing. There are restrictions on your movements, however, and you will submit to my discretion in these matters. In return, you will be free to come and go, have your own space to live, and whatever finery you please for yourself, be it clothing, women, men, whatever your preference."
Lucius grew very serious, and he leaned forward, his arm falling from behind Jinx and resting on her hand on the table, "You will not harm a single person under my protection, no matter how much you may dislike them."
Lucius raised his hand from where it rested on the table, and snapped his fingers once.
Two things happened as soon as his fingers snapped. The first thing was that the security guard next to the door hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, unconscious. The second was that his dark aura burst out of him in the room, the shadow tendriling about them in the corners and choking the light that came from the dim light above them. Lucius' green eyes glowing from his power, he still remained silent, gazing at Roman. There was now no mistaking exactly who Lucius was. Shadows tendriled around Lucius' hair in a halo of darkness, and around Jinx, it gently rested over her shoulders protectively and covered her like a friend's embrace. He remained quiet for a few more unnerving minutes, simply holding Roman's gaze and letting the aura of his darkness seep into him. Lucius' darkness could calm innocent hearts or strike terror into those who were evil... He watched Roman carefully to see which happened to him.
"Now that we've been properly introduced," Lucius finally spoke, his lyrical voice causing the room to vibrate, "Let's make one thing very clear. When you speak to Jinx, you will speak to her with respect. I will not tolerate less." He crossed his legs, and he leaned back in his chair, an arm protectively, lazily resting behind his adopted sister, "And when you meet her companion, Stefano De Luca, you will also speak to him with respect. He has done much for your kind." Lucius finally got to the meat of the conversation, "I will hire you to wipe out every single auction house with a partner of my choosing. There are restrictions on your movements, however, and you will submit to my discretion in these matters. In return, you will be free to come and go, have your own space to live, and whatever finery you please for yourself, be it clothing, women, men, whatever your preference."
Lucius grew very serious, and he leaned forward, his arm falling from behind Jinx and resting on her hand on the table, "You will not harm a single person under my protection, no matter how much you may dislike them."
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Roman shuddered in absolute, complete terror - his blue eyes widened with hatred as his teeth were barred in a crazed, insane smile as the fear gripped his tighter, making his shudder. The darkness in his heart was completely coveting his body, his mind a nest ofkilling and awful things. Torture was fresh in his mind, clearly a sadist with Jinx's image in his mind. Finally, the trendles seeped away and he calmed himself, although the insane smile stayed. ones filtered into his head. Take her by force. Chain her up. Beat her. Who you. Oh, he screams of agony would be delightful. "Shut up!" She snapped,clearly neither to Jinx or Lucius as his head coked maniacally, a shudder traveling down his spine. The voices withered away, and he rolled his shoulders and back upwards grotesquely with a feathery purr in his voice.
Roman gave a cold laugh, head falling backwards before rolling back into place as if possessed, staring directly into Luciuses eyes with nothing but cold, undiluted hatred. "Very well, Lucius," he hissed with insane glee, then his eyes flickered towards Jinx. She held his gaze, firm and strong. He opened his mouth to speak, but she simply hardened her gaze. The amber returned to her eyes, glowing brightly with the dominance of the blood bond. She had initiated the connection, ad had some control over his actions. He fought viciously against her tight reign, his teeth snapping together threateningly once, but Jinx sharpened her glare and he thrust back into the seat, snarling with hatred.
His tattooed eyes sharp enough to slaughter, he cocked his head one way, then the other. "Tick tock goes the class, as the seconds pass us by - the fallen angel sitting here seems to havent told a lie." The sing-song quality of his voice sent and invisible shiver down Jinx's back, but she simply let her control die down, hr eyes filling in black once more as she leaned almost casually back in her seat, one leg folding over the other. "I accept your offer," Roman hissed, jerking against the jacket until it held in almost so tight he couldn't breath.
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"He feels like black slime," Jinx said once Lucius and her were out of th room, softening backinto her usual gentleness. I can feel hi through the bond. He's a monster trapped inside a humans body, truly insane. He's killed almost thirty people before he was eighteen, Lucius. Eighteen. There's no way he can be tamed." She shuddered from the feeling Roman brought into her mind, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "He's a beast," she said lowly, her eyes cutting to the floor.
Silver clattered, and Indi melted from the shadows in his human form, dark blue eyes intense as they locked onto Jinx. He pulled her close protectively, walking with Lucius towards the exit doors. "I've sent many souls down in my life time," he said daily, marked eyes casting outwards. "I have yet to feel something as...." He trailed off, missing the word. "Twisted," Jinx offered, and Indi nodded. "As twisted as him. We need something more than a blood bond to secure him, unless Jinx is to have him in her sight at al times. He'll tear anyone's throat out if they do anything he dislikes."
Roman gave a cold laugh, head falling backwards before rolling back into place as if possessed, staring directly into Luciuses eyes with nothing but cold, undiluted hatred. "Very well, Lucius," he hissed with insane glee, then his eyes flickered towards Jinx. She held his gaze, firm and strong. He opened his mouth to speak, but she simply hardened her gaze. The amber returned to her eyes, glowing brightly with the dominance of the blood bond. She had initiated the connection, ad had some control over his actions. He fought viciously against her tight reign, his teeth snapping together threateningly once, but Jinx sharpened her glare and he thrust back into the seat, snarling with hatred.
His tattooed eyes sharp enough to slaughter, he cocked his head one way, then the other. "Tick tock goes the class, as the seconds pass us by - the fallen angel sitting here seems to havent told a lie." The sing-song quality of his voice sent and invisible shiver down Jinx's back, but she simply let her control die down, hr eyes filling in black once more as she leaned almost casually back in her seat, one leg folding over the other. "I accept your offer," Roman hissed, jerking against the jacket until it held in almost so tight he couldn't breath.
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"He feels like black slime," Jinx said once Lucius and her were out of th room, softening backinto her usual gentleness. I can feel hi through the bond. He's a monster trapped inside a humans body, truly insane. He's killed almost thirty people before he was eighteen, Lucius. Eighteen. There's no way he can be tamed." She shuddered from the feeling Roman brought into her mind, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "He's a beast," she said lowly, her eyes cutting to the floor.
Silver clattered, and Indi melted from the shadows in his human form, dark blue eyes intense as they locked onto Jinx. He pulled her close protectively, walking with Lucius towards the exit doors. "I've sent many souls down in my life time," he said daily, marked eyes casting outwards. "I have yet to feel something as...." He trailed off, missing the word. "Twisted," Jinx offered, and Indi nodded. "As twisted as him. We need something more than a blood bond to secure him, unless Jinx is to have him in her sight at al times. He'll tear anyone's throat out if they do anything he dislikes."
DovesFeather
♥ Dove ♥
Lucius led them down the hall to the release door where they would let Roman out. Lucius deeply understood Roman's fury. "The same could be said of me," Lucius answered them, "I am the origin of his sorrow, you realize. Without my defiance, this world would be much different." He tucked a raven lock behind an ear and paused, looking at Jinx, "I know his rage. I feel it deeply. Don't write him off. You didn't write me off. Nor Stefano. Find it in your heart to accept him, and he will heal in time as you did."
As they stood at the door, Lucius added, "I do not want him tamed. I want him brought to heel and allied with us because I need his ferocity the same as I needed Horacio's devotion. It's time to wipe these bloodsucking monstrosities from the face of this planet." As they stood, waiting for Roman to be released, a guard brought them their things, and then another sack of a few pieces of clothing and a satchel. Lucius took them and casually slung them over his shoulder, for a moment taking on one of Azrael's most enduring traits of roguishness. The fallen stood stock still, and when the metal door opened, a guard escorted Roman out and took the chains off. The guard seemed happy enough to be rid of him, almost bolting the door as soon as he could scoop up the chains and move away.
Lucius nodded at him and jerked his head towards the exit to the street where a black limo waited for them. Azrael casually leaned against it, a cigarette hanging from his sculpted lips. The blond haired angel opened the door, and he watched Roman curiously as Lucius guided Jinx into the car, gentlemanly, holding her hand as she was seated. He clasped Indi on the shoulder approvingly before the Shadow Wolf got into the car and he turned to Roman. "I've been advised not to trust you," he said flatly as Azrael took a drag off of his cigarette and shifted on his feet, shoving his other hand into his jeans pocket. Lucius glanced to Azrael who was now closely scrutinizing Roman D'Claire with an intense amethyst gaze.
"How old are you anyway?" Azrael asked, leaning forward, "Yer just a kid!" Lucius shot his husband a sharp glance, and the blond grumbled something about brats and swords and climbed into the limo, leaving Lucius standing outside the vehicle.
"Please excuse Azrael. He's lacking in social graces," Lucius said dryly, "Despite the fact that I've been warned not to trust you, I hope that you will consider that I am choosing to trust you against my better judgement." With that, Lucius got in, sitting down next to Azrael who was looking at Roman with that sardonic expression he was so good at. As soon as Roman got in, Lucius tapped the glass to signal the driver to leave.
As they stood at the door, Lucius added, "I do not want him tamed. I want him brought to heel and allied with us because I need his ferocity the same as I needed Horacio's devotion. It's time to wipe these bloodsucking monstrosities from the face of this planet." As they stood, waiting for Roman to be released, a guard brought them their things, and then another sack of a few pieces of clothing and a satchel. Lucius took them and casually slung them over his shoulder, for a moment taking on one of Azrael's most enduring traits of roguishness. The fallen stood stock still, and when the metal door opened, a guard escorted Roman out and took the chains off. The guard seemed happy enough to be rid of him, almost bolting the door as soon as he could scoop up the chains and move away.
Lucius nodded at him and jerked his head towards the exit to the street where a black limo waited for them. Azrael casually leaned against it, a cigarette hanging from his sculpted lips. The blond haired angel opened the door, and he watched Roman curiously as Lucius guided Jinx into the car, gentlemanly, holding her hand as she was seated. He clasped Indi on the shoulder approvingly before the Shadow Wolf got into the car and he turned to Roman. "I've been advised not to trust you," he said flatly as Azrael took a drag off of his cigarette and shifted on his feet, shoving his other hand into his jeans pocket. Lucius glanced to Azrael who was now closely scrutinizing Roman D'Claire with an intense amethyst gaze.
"How old are you anyway?" Azrael asked, leaning forward, "Yer just a kid!" Lucius shot his husband a sharp glance, and the blond grumbled something about brats and swords and climbed into the limo, leaving Lucius standing outside the vehicle.
"Please excuse Azrael. He's lacking in social graces," Lucius said dryly, "Despite the fact that I've been warned not to trust you, I hope that you will consider that I am choosing to trust you against my better judgement." With that, Lucius got in, sitting down next to Azrael who was looking at Roman with that sardonic expression he was so good at. As soon as Roman got in, Lucius tapped the glass to signal the driver to leave.
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Roman simply kept his cruel eyes straight forwards, a smirk gracing his lips, small and cold. "I'm twenty two, I think. Birthdays arent celebrated with wine and cheese here." The tattoos around his eyes mocked the semblance of a smile from that smirk. Finally, his gaze snapped towards Lucius: his hair flung to the side, revealing his eye that it previously covered. "Trust me?" He asked, a crazed smile spreading emotionlessly through his face before he snickered darkly, ducking into the car at last. As they drove off, Jinx perched between the door and Azrael, his eyes roved over her figure hungrily. Her hair was still straight from her brothers funeral and jet black, even darker than his, and he gleefully imagined runnig his hands through it before throwing her form to the ground. He nearly purred in pleasure at the thought.
Jinx glanced at him, her eyes flashing a vivid amber threateningly as she tensed, mindlinking Stefano and letting him know that they were headed home with a savage. He slid a booted foot across the seat, as if to run up her leg. Indi, who sat next to him, didn't even look up as his hand flashed to the mans throat, those deadly sharp silver claws pricking his skin threateningly. "She belongs to her Master, and her Master alone. If you touch her, Child of Eve or not, I will put you through pain you've never experienced." Roman snarled, visibly shuddering as voiced flooding into his head to kill the Shadow Wolf. "What was that?" He asked, his voice suddenly mockingly happy as he let a crazed smile spread over his face, head tilting back in mock listening. "I should slaughter the wolf and bitch then kill myself?"
Indi snarled, pressing down just enough to draw just a few drops of blood from the mans pale throat. He simply let his head roll back and snarled a laugh. "Just kidding, down boy. That's not what they really said." His eyes flickered towards Jinx suggestively, his tongue tracing his lower lip. Jinx had enough - sitting up straight, she raised her hand, palm flat towards the insane man. Her palm and eyes both glowed garnet, the color reflecting from the collar around her throat. "Silence," She hissed in her anger, and Roman found himself forced to obey, slinking down in his seat as he clawed at his wrist, drawing blood. Another flash of light, and his arms were trapped in an X over his chest. "Stay. Still," Jinx hissed.
Roman rolled his blue eyes and pulled his feet back in front of him, savage thought filling his mid. Sadistic, most of the images were - Jinx mostly as well. Cutting her fine china skin. Biting until she shrieked. Hot metal. Bruises. He chuckled to himself, eyes with with madness and his pupils pinpricks as he watched the human girl with plain desire in his eyes. Jinx narrowed her eyes, disgusted with her thoughts. Indi lipped his armors claws against the metal of the door - Roman flinched a the sound, snarling silently at the beast with his lips pulled back animalisticly.
Finally reaching the mansio, Indi stepped out and helped Jinx out with a respectful hand, carefuly not to let his nails scratch at her skin. Then his body melted, shifting into his true Shadow Wolf form, as tall as the limo itself a Roman stepped out. He suddenly snatched towards Jinx with a manic snarl, but she nimbly ducked under his hand an Indi grabbed the man in his jaws around the waist, jerking him from the ground nd squeezing. Roman just laughed maniacally, and Jinx looked away with a shaken expression. He didn't see it as he fell from the wolves jaws, still laughing. "Sadist," Jinx said lo inder her breath, bringing herself near Azrael and letting Indi goad the man forwards, who now walked forwards obediently before them with a smirk on his lips, hans shoved into blue jean pockets.
Jinx glanced at him, her eyes flashing a vivid amber threateningly as she tensed, mindlinking Stefano and letting him know that they were headed home with a savage. He slid a booted foot across the seat, as if to run up her leg. Indi, who sat next to him, didn't even look up as his hand flashed to the mans throat, those deadly sharp silver claws pricking his skin threateningly. "She belongs to her Master, and her Master alone. If you touch her, Child of Eve or not, I will put you through pain you've never experienced." Roman snarled, visibly shuddering as voiced flooding into his head to kill the Shadow Wolf. "What was that?" He asked, his voice suddenly mockingly happy as he let a crazed smile spread over his face, head tilting back in mock listening. "I should slaughter the wolf and bitch then kill myself?"
Indi snarled, pressing down just enough to draw just a few drops of blood from the mans pale throat. He simply let his head roll back and snarled a laugh. "Just kidding, down boy. That's not what they really said." His eyes flickered towards Jinx suggestively, his tongue tracing his lower lip. Jinx had enough - sitting up straight, she raised her hand, palm flat towards the insane man. Her palm and eyes both glowed garnet, the color reflecting from the collar around her throat. "Silence," She hissed in her anger, and Roman found himself forced to obey, slinking down in his seat as he clawed at his wrist, drawing blood. Another flash of light, and his arms were trapped in an X over his chest. "Stay. Still," Jinx hissed.
Roman rolled his blue eyes and pulled his feet back in front of him, savage thought filling his mid. Sadistic, most of the images were - Jinx mostly as well. Cutting her fine china skin. Biting until she shrieked. Hot metal. Bruises. He chuckled to himself, eyes with with madness and his pupils pinpricks as he watched the human girl with plain desire in his eyes. Jinx narrowed her eyes, disgusted with her thoughts. Indi lipped his armors claws against the metal of the door - Roman flinched a the sound, snarling silently at the beast with his lips pulled back animalisticly.
Finally reaching the mansio, Indi stepped out and helped Jinx out with a respectful hand, carefuly not to let his nails scratch at her skin. Then his body melted, shifting into his true Shadow Wolf form, as tall as the limo itself a Roman stepped out. He suddenly snatched towards Jinx with a manic snarl, but she nimbly ducked under his hand an Indi grabbed the man in his jaws around the waist, jerking him from the ground nd squeezing. Roman just laughed maniacally, and Jinx looked away with a shaken expression. He didn't see it as he fell from the wolves jaws, still laughing. "Sadist," Jinx said lo inder her breath, bringing herself near Azrael and letting Indi goad the man forwards, who now walked forwards obediently before them with a smirk on his lips, hans shoved into blue jean pockets.
DovesFeather
♥ Dove ♥
Horacio met them at the door of Lucius' mansion, Stefano next to him. They were as night and day, one lighter colored, wild looking and wolfish while Stefano was collected, calm, cool, and sharply dressed. Stefano came off the steps, and before greeting the new guest, his long arms wrapped around his girl, his golden eyes softening, "Hello, mia gattina." He kissed her gently before moving her to stand by his side. He straightened his back to his full height, and Stefano's great golden eyes narrowed at the boy, Roman, or so he was called. He sized him up, and then, those golden eyes flickered towards Lucius, "Berra is inside. As requested, she came out of her den, though she is none too pleased." He turned with Jinx and headed up the steps, not having spoken to the boy. He was truly furious from what he'd seen from Jinx's whispers into his mind, but knowing how much stock Lucius put in this boy, he knew better than to push the issue.
Lucius was holding onto the situation with a tenuous grasp. The boy was absolutely damaged, and while Jinx had been damaged and waspish, there was no evil in her. This boy seeped with it, and it disgusted Lucius. This boy was a talented hunter, but first, there was some work to be done with him. As they entered into Lucius' lavish mansion, a slender woman, with eyes like ice, gazed at them. She stood in the entry way with another woman who was obviously her twin, though they seemed as black and white to each other. Verra, dressed in a pretty blue sundress immediately approached Roman. She was innocent appearing, long blond hair that curled around her shoulders, and she had brilliant lavender eyes that twinkled kindly, "Hello, Roman! I'm Verra! I'm so happy you came to be with us." She clasped her hands in front of her, and a few other men appeared from the parlor, each of them squaring the boy up.
The other woman, Verra's twin, approached. Unlike Verra, she didn't smile or offer a greeting aside from, "Yo." She wasn't necessarily darkly dressed, but she lacked Verra's bright light and optimism. "I'm Bear," she introduced herself, and then she paused, looking him over with a cool gaze, "...sup?" She crossed her arms and gazed at him evenly. The other angels, Astar, Asmo, and Levi were there, but Grey was conspicuously absent. Verra shooed everyone into the dining area for their evening meal, leaving Bear and Roman in the entry way. Bear jerked her head, "There's a room for you over on the other end of the house. Try not to break anything on the way. C'mon." The angel led him through the hallways of the Greek inspired building, open hallways and great pillars through ever section.
Bear herself was simply dressed in dark jeans and a dark sleeveless shirt, and her blond hair was cropped short against her head and streaked with charcoal grey, giving her a punkish 80's appearance. Her skin wasn't sunkissed like her sister's - more pale as though she spent most of her time indoors. She opened a door and motioned Roman in. It was a lavish room with blackout curtains, a fireplace, couches, chairs, and a big bed draped in silk sheets and a thick comforter. "If you're hungry, there's dinner, and my room is at the end of the hall, but stay out. I don't like company, and I don't like you either," she said flatly, long arms crossing in front of her.
Lucius was holding onto the situation with a tenuous grasp. The boy was absolutely damaged, and while Jinx had been damaged and waspish, there was no evil in her. This boy seeped with it, and it disgusted Lucius. This boy was a talented hunter, but first, there was some work to be done with him. As they entered into Lucius' lavish mansion, a slender woman, with eyes like ice, gazed at them. She stood in the entry way with another woman who was obviously her twin, though they seemed as black and white to each other. Verra, dressed in a pretty blue sundress immediately approached Roman. She was innocent appearing, long blond hair that curled around her shoulders, and she had brilliant lavender eyes that twinkled kindly, "Hello, Roman! I'm Verra! I'm so happy you came to be with us." She clasped her hands in front of her, and a few other men appeared from the parlor, each of them squaring the boy up.
The other woman, Verra's twin, approached. Unlike Verra, she didn't smile or offer a greeting aside from, "Yo." She wasn't necessarily darkly dressed, but she lacked Verra's bright light and optimism. "I'm Bear," she introduced herself, and then she paused, looking him over with a cool gaze, "...sup?" She crossed her arms and gazed at him evenly. The other angels, Astar, Asmo, and Levi were there, but Grey was conspicuously absent. Verra shooed everyone into the dining area for their evening meal, leaving Bear and Roman in the entry way. Bear jerked her head, "There's a room for you over on the other end of the house. Try not to break anything on the way. C'mon." The angel led him through the hallways of the Greek inspired building, open hallways and great pillars through ever section.
Bear herself was simply dressed in dark jeans and a dark sleeveless shirt, and her blond hair was cropped short against her head and streaked with charcoal grey, giving her a punkish 80's appearance. Her skin wasn't sunkissed like her sister's - more pale as though she spent most of her time indoors. She opened a door and motioned Roman in. It was a lavish room with blackout curtains, a fireplace, couches, chairs, and a big bed draped in silk sheets and a thick comforter. "If you're hungry, there's dinner, and my room is at the end of the hall, but stay out. I don't like company, and I don't like you either," she said flatly, long arms crossing in front of her.
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Roman gave Bear a glance. Bone-chilling darkness gathered in his icy eyes, and strands of bitter evils could be felt dripping from his skin, layering aroundhis ankles and yowling as he absorbed it back into himself. "You looked just like that young girl," he mused, head tipping with an emotionless smile that screamed insanity. "Shut up," he suddenly snarled, head snapping towards the blank wall, bristling with rage and hatred as the voices only he could hear lapped at him mind, laughing and shrieking in his head.
"Gen," he hissed, moving a terrible glance at Bear, "Gen was her name. She looked just like you, and I killed her. Her skin was so soft," his voice faded into an appreciative purr as he brushed past Bear, the absolute cruelty in his giant true to his mind. Hands ran over everything - curtains, walls, bed. Searching, always searching - something to hunt, something to kill, or something someone could use to do the same to him. He snapped his body around, facing Bear once more with his ice blue eyes dark with sadism. However, he didn't reach for her. "Thank you," he said lowly, his eyes suddenly drawn to the side, where he could have sworn a voice had filtered from the air. A low snarl parted his lips as he began walking in a large circle, nails digging into the palm of his hand. He was lost inside his mind once more, trapped in steel confines by his own doing.
Suddenly he jerked back awake, face snaping towards Bear with unnerving speed. His neck gave a violent crack as he did this, but he didn't seem to notice. "She was fiftene," he hissed in glee, eyes raging over Bears cropped hair and the features of her face without ever seeming to realize she was a person. "So easy to manipulate, so easy to wrap around my finger like a piece of twine. Her death came slow, something to let her enjoy. She screamed in pain until her heart was poisoned.... Her skin was pale like yours...." He spoke in his erratically fluxating tone, voice jumping from pitch to pitch before he leaned against the wall and let himself slide down, head tilting back as he was caged once more inside his mind. This time, he seemed stuck - but the connection to Jinx wa suddenly right there, and he watched her greedily, drinking her in with sadistic plans.
Jinx had immediately clung to Stefano, black eyes wide with fright as her dominant facade came to an end. "H-He's horrible," she stammered, her hands shaking as she weakly held onto her master. "Oh god, he has these thoughts - thoughts of what he does to women, what he did to young girl. Oh god," She buried her face in his neck, "This bond - I have to keep it open," she said stressfully, "to keep him from lashing out. He has voices telling him...." she finally tailed off, simply sliding down onto the couch in the room they shared, his chambers. "It's like he's not human," she whispered, looking up at Stefano with dead serious eyes, a gaze she rarely used. "He's like death itself, and death is starving."
"Gen," he hissed, moving a terrible glance at Bear, "Gen was her name. She looked just like you, and I killed her. Her skin was so soft," his voice faded into an appreciative purr as he brushed past Bear, the absolute cruelty in his giant true to his mind. Hands ran over everything - curtains, walls, bed. Searching, always searching - something to hunt, something to kill, or something someone could use to do the same to him. He snapped his body around, facing Bear once more with his ice blue eyes dark with sadism. However, he didn't reach for her. "Thank you," he said lowly, his eyes suddenly drawn to the side, where he could have sworn a voice had filtered from the air. A low snarl parted his lips as he began walking in a large circle, nails digging into the palm of his hand. He was lost inside his mind once more, trapped in steel confines by his own doing.
Suddenly he jerked back awake, face snaping towards Bear with unnerving speed. His neck gave a violent crack as he did this, but he didn't seem to notice. "She was fiftene," he hissed in glee, eyes raging over Bears cropped hair and the features of her face without ever seeming to realize she was a person. "So easy to manipulate, so easy to wrap around my finger like a piece of twine. Her death came slow, something to let her enjoy. She screamed in pain until her heart was poisoned.... Her skin was pale like yours...." He spoke in his erratically fluxating tone, voice jumping from pitch to pitch before he leaned against the wall and let himself slide down, head tilting back as he was caged once more inside his mind. This time, he seemed stuck - but the connection to Jinx wa suddenly right there, and he watched her greedily, drinking her in with sadistic plans.
Jinx had immediately clung to Stefano, black eyes wide with fright as her dominant facade came to an end. "H-He's horrible," she stammered, her hands shaking as she weakly held onto her master. "Oh god, he has these thoughts - thoughts of what he does to women, what he did to young girl. Oh god," She buried her face in his neck, "This bond - I have to keep it open," she said stressfully, "to keep him from lashing out. He has voices telling him...." she finally tailed off, simply sliding down onto the couch in the room they shared, his chambers. "It's like he's not human," she whispered, looking up at Stefano with dead serious eyes, a gaze she rarely used. "He's like death itself, and death is starving."
DovesFeather
♥ Dove ♥
Bear was unperturbed. She'd done terrible things herself, and she wasn't in the slightest put off by the menacing behavior of her counterpart in the room. "Are you done?" she asked, looking bored. She leaned up against the doorway, a sneakered toe crossing over the other bright blue sneaker, "Posturing won't get you shit in this house," she said shortly, "except killed, maybe. Keep your craziness at a minimum, k?" She motioned to the bathroom door, and she said, "It adjoins my room. My door stays locked, and if you try anything funny while I'm IN the bathroom, I will skin you and feed the rest of you to Horacio. He likes fresh meat..." She turned to leave, but she had an afterthought. Turning around, she raised an eyebrow to Roman, and her long arms crossed over her modest bosom again, "Also, don't be a douche bag to Jinxy. She's a pretty cool cat. So, just sayin', if you hurt her..." Bear stepped into the room menacingly, and her eyes narrowed. This time, when she spoke, the Enochian rolled off her tongue, making the entire room quiver with her latent power, "I will kill you and eat your soul."
Just to show him she meant business, the curtains hanging behind Roman on the great banister covering the bay windows ripped clean in two on each side, from the bottom to the top - all without Bear touching them. With that, she turned and stalked from the room.
"Yanno, you oughta give the guy a chance. He's been through some pretty horrific stuff," Horacio's voice scared the bajeezes out of her as she neared her bedroom door. She huffed and turned, arms crossing across her chest. Horacio crossed his arms too and planted his feet. Bear's ice blue eyes narrowed at him.
"For a mutt, you sure are quiet. Maybe you need more cowbell." The pop culture reference made Horacio bark a short laugh, and he swaggered forward and threw an arm around Bear's shoulders as she unlocked the room to her door. Today, she left the door open as Horacio followed her inside. Her room was more a tech lab than anything. At least 9 large screen monitors were mounted on the South side of her room, a massive server, computer system, and back up generator quietly whirred, and her windows were blacked out. The room was lit by neon signs and lighting, giving it a dark, futuristic feel. Unfortunately, Berra was quite the slob, and there were candy wrappers, coke cans, take out boxes, and dirty dishes scattered everywhere. Horacio grimaced.
"Do you never let Verra come in here and clean for you?" he asked incredulously. He picked up a few pieces of trash and stuffed them into an overflowing trash can. "Jesus Christ, you're a pig."
"This coming from a fuckin' mutt," Bear grumbled as she wandered into her closet, changing into comfortable, neon pink sleeping pants. She kicked off her sneakers and started to exit the walk in closet, only running nearly face first right into Horacio who'd been hovering at the door.
"Hey," he grinned roguishly, "Let's fool around!"
"In your dreams, Fido," Bear grumbled, shoving him out of the way, "If it isn't bad enough that I got you wanting to hump my leg, I got Mr. Dexter next door who dreams of killing little girls and fucking everything he sees. But no, really..." she grew sarcastic, "Tell me how you wanna fool around." She flopped down in her computer chair, and she put her legs up on her desk, fingers going to her lips. Her eyes flickered over the screens, and she suddenly changed the topic, distracted, "I traced the money for the first three banks. The other two are Swiss owned. They have five million fire walls that rotate ports every 20 seconds. I'm fuckin' good, but I'm not that good." She leaned back in the chair and rubbed her face, "Rage, tell me how I'm gonna get this shit done..."
Horacio shrugged at the use of the affectionate term from his friend, and he flopped down on a plush couch, "You'll get it done. We got two out of three. We just need the other one. Hell, we wouldn't have even found that asshole if you hadn't traced the money going to the different loony bins in California." He looked impressed and then further sprawled out on the couch, "You got this, Bear. Seriously."
She ghosted him a smile and then leaned back in her chair to peak out her open door to the neighboring room where Roman was. That brat could probably hear their conversation, she just realized, but she found herself not caring. Just let him make one wrong step in this house, and she'd suck him so dry of life that the Sahara would seem like the fucking Amazon rain forest.
Just to show him she meant business, the curtains hanging behind Roman on the great banister covering the bay windows ripped clean in two on each side, from the bottom to the top - all without Bear touching them. With that, she turned and stalked from the room.
"Yanno, you oughta give the guy a chance. He's been through some pretty horrific stuff," Horacio's voice scared the bajeezes out of her as she neared her bedroom door. She huffed and turned, arms crossing across her chest. Horacio crossed his arms too and planted his feet. Bear's ice blue eyes narrowed at him.
"For a mutt, you sure are quiet. Maybe you need more cowbell." The pop culture reference made Horacio bark a short laugh, and he swaggered forward and threw an arm around Bear's shoulders as she unlocked the room to her door. Today, she left the door open as Horacio followed her inside. Her room was more a tech lab than anything. At least 9 large screen monitors were mounted on the South side of her room, a massive server, computer system, and back up generator quietly whirred, and her windows were blacked out. The room was lit by neon signs and lighting, giving it a dark, futuristic feel. Unfortunately, Berra was quite the slob, and there were candy wrappers, coke cans, take out boxes, and dirty dishes scattered everywhere. Horacio grimaced.
"Do you never let Verra come in here and clean for you?" he asked incredulously. He picked up a few pieces of trash and stuffed them into an overflowing trash can. "Jesus Christ, you're a pig."
"This coming from a fuckin' mutt," Bear grumbled as she wandered into her closet, changing into comfortable, neon pink sleeping pants. She kicked off her sneakers and started to exit the walk in closet, only running nearly face first right into Horacio who'd been hovering at the door.
"Hey," he grinned roguishly, "Let's fool around!"
"In your dreams, Fido," Bear grumbled, shoving him out of the way, "If it isn't bad enough that I got you wanting to hump my leg, I got Mr. Dexter next door who dreams of killing little girls and fucking everything he sees. But no, really..." she grew sarcastic, "Tell me how you wanna fool around." She flopped down in her computer chair, and she put her legs up on her desk, fingers going to her lips. Her eyes flickered over the screens, and she suddenly changed the topic, distracted, "I traced the money for the first three banks. The other two are Swiss owned. They have five million fire walls that rotate ports every 20 seconds. I'm fuckin' good, but I'm not that good." She leaned back in the chair and rubbed her face, "Rage, tell me how I'm gonna get this shit done..."
Horacio shrugged at the use of the affectionate term from his friend, and he flopped down on a plush couch, "You'll get it done. We got two out of three. We just need the other one. Hell, we wouldn't have even found that asshole if you hadn't traced the money going to the different loony bins in California." He looked impressed and then further sprawled out on the couch, "You got this, Bear. Seriously."
She ghosted him a smile and then leaned back in her chair to peak out her open door to the neighboring room where Roman was. That brat could probably hear their conversation, she just realized, but she found herself not caring. Just let him make one wrong step in this house, and she'd suck him so dry of life that the Sahara would seem like the fucking Amazon rain forest.
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
A soft knock came to Bears door, and Jinx's voice filtered rough softly. "Hey, Bear - the empire of insanity just shot me an idea I think you should hear. I have him on a tight leash, he won't touch anything." She turned her brightly glowing amber eyes towards Roman, who was standing next to her with his jaw clenched, struggling against the control the hungrily had on his. Tattooed eyes glared down at Jinx, but she gave him a blan stare and turned toward the door again.
When the door creaked open, she have a respectful and apologetic dip of her head and aimed her pal at Roman, the skin blazing with her dominance over the blood link. Roman stepped inside, followed closely by the oly per who could control him so tightly. "The boy who cried wolf," He said, his voice a low, enraged growl s he glared vividly at Jinx. "You know the tale, bitch," he spat at the other human, and she fisted her hand. He choked for a moment until she relaxed her hand again, expression cool. "Language," she said, and he swung his deranged gaze back towards Bear, face eerily blank.
"The boy called wolf by the sheep, and the guards came running to find the damn sheep safe ad the boy cackling. How easy would it have been to sneak into the guards homeswhie thy were away." He snapped his gaze towards Jinx. Normally, the young woman would have flinched, her gentle persona ringing. However, she expected the movement and simply glared coldly at him. He snarled a bitter chuckle, his shoulders straining backwards until his should blades cracked. Then he whipped back into posture, sneering cruelly as he shuddered from the voices. "Cry wolf," he snarled with bitter hatred, "send a virus into a lesser system - threaten to delete records of sold bitches. Fuck with their heads, make them go running - they will look away, and you can sneak in."
He inched into himself, snarling asone hand fisted in his hair, the voices raking painfully against his thoughts until his vision blurred. "Shut up! SHUT UP!" he snarled with a disturbing growl. Jinx looked horrified at his thoughts, the glow of her eyes and palm blazing as she pulled the reigns tighter, leashig him to her own mind. Finally, after shuddering and rolling his neck like a possessed man, Roman eveled a fierce glare on Jinx and gave a cold smile. "He was so easy to kill, so intent on finding you. You have such lovely skin, just like Dante-"
Jinxost control, unleashing hell in Romans mind as a tear fell from one eye. "I'll take him out now." Her voice was blank of emotion as Roman was forced from the doorway, his mouth stretched in a wicked smile as he cackled manically. "I apologize for intruding on your space. Bear - Horacio," he dipped her head with respect as Indi clamped hishand on. Romans shoulder outside the door, glaring at him with eyes darker than the sea. "You're crossing a line, bud. Get back in your roo." The Shdow Wolf was none to pleased how Roman was thinking about his mistress.
When the door creaked open, she have a respectful and apologetic dip of her head and aimed her pal at Roman, the skin blazing with her dominance over the blood link. Roman stepped inside, followed closely by the oly per who could control him so tightly. "The boy who cried wolf," He said, his voice a low, enraged growl s he glared vividly at Jinx. "You know the tale, bitch," he spat at the other human, and she fisted her hand. He choked for a moment until she relaxed her hand again, expression cool. "Language," she said, and he swung his deranged gaze back towards Bear, face eerily blank.
"The boy called wolf by the sheep, and the guards came running to find the damn sheep safe ad the boy cackling. How easy would it have been to sneak into the guards homeswhie thy were away." He snapped his gaze towards Jinx. Normally, the young woman would have flinched, her gentle persona ringing. However, she expected the movement and simply glared coldly at him. He snarled a bitter chuckle, his shoulders straining backwards until his should blades cracked. Then he whipped back into posture, sneering cruelly as he shuddered from the voices. "Cry wolf," he snarled with bitter hatred, "send a virus into a lesser system - threaten to delete records of sold bitches. Fuck with their heads, make them go running - they will look away, and you can sneak in."
He inched into himself, snarling asone hand fisted in his hair, the voices raking painfully against his thoughts until his vision blurred. "Shut up! SHUT UP!" he snarled with a disturbing growl. Jinx looked horrified at his thoughts, the glow of her eyes and palm blazing as she pulled the reigns tighter, leashig him to her own mind. Finally, after shuddering and rolling his neck like a possessed man, Roman eveled a fierce glare on Jinx and gave a cold smile. "He was so easy to kill, so intent on finding you. You have such lovely skin, just like Dante-"
Jinxost control, unleashing hell in Romans mind as a tear fell from one eye. "I'll take him out now." Her voice was blank of emotion as Roman was forced from the doorway, his mouth stretched in a wicked smile as he cackled manically. "I apologize for intruding on your space. Bear - Horacio," he dipped her head with respect as Indi clamped hishand on. Romans shoulder outside the door, glaring at him with eyes darker than the sea. "You're crossing a line, bud. Get back in your roo." The Shdow Wolf was none to pleased how Roman was thinking about his mistress.
DovesFeather
♥ Dove ♥
Bear watched, passively. Her feet were still up on her desk, and she rolled her eyes at the idiot boy. Eventually, all the others would knock him into line, but if they didn't, she sure as well would. Her ice blue eyes locked onto Roman at the door, and she bristled slightly. She really didn't want him in her room... but if it meant that the boy would get some much needed kindness or a kick in the ass (either would have been fine with her), then so be it. She motioned to a soft, plush chair next to the couch where Horacio was lounging, his lazy green eyes trained on the boy and Indi. Now, Horacio, had watched the situation with some amount of trepidation. Lucius and Grey had spent plenty of time teaching Jinx her skills, and she had come into her own with Stefano, so much that the vampire, despite their relationship, considered her his equal. Jinx could take care of herself and Horacio wouldn't take away her power by preventing her from defending herself on her own terms.
Horacio reached up and dragged Jinx down onto the couch to sit on top of him and he shifted so she'd be more comfortable, and he patted her arm, "Don't completely mangle him," he said cheerily, "He'll learn his lesson once Lucius gets a hold of him again. Oi, bro!" he waved Indi in and moved some trash off the second chair, "Why doncha both come on in and take a load off. I promise, Bear isn't in a biting mood. Otherwise, the door would have been locked," he grinned wickedly at this, despite the fact that he'd never had a chance to bed the angel. Bear threw an empty can at his head and turned around to face her monitors, rapidly typing something into her keyboard while she stuffed a piece of gum into her mouth. Horacio eyed Indi appreciatively for a moment before his bright, canine green eyes rested on Jinx's face. "Heard my brother turned into the world's most benevolent bloodsucker," he drawled impishly at her, "Did he really take you .... sea fishing?"
Stefano, had in fact, taken Jinx out on the yacht into the bay and taught her how to fish. It was a guilty pleasure of his, and it was the only time he would tolerate the garish sun on his olive skin. They'd had fun, and Stefano, despite his proclivities and being naturally serious, had shed his inhibitions that day during their expedition and spent much of the time laughing and telling stories and jokes. After getting Jinx past the initial shock of putting minnows on deep sea hooks, their afternoon catch was quite bountiful. After dinner of fresh food for two on the yacht, they'd come into harbor and spent the evening together in Stefano's room... the door closed.... that time.
Bear typed something again and said over her shoulder, "Roman, you smell like a wet dog... you really need a shower."
Horacio sniffed his own underarm and sighed. "You sure you aren't smelling me?"
Bear answered with a short insult, still typing and concentrating on her code screen, "Shut up, mutt."
Horacio let loose a chuckle and then patted Jinx's hand as he continued to lounge on the couch. A hand went to the back of his head, and he stretched out a bit, head resting on his own arm. He glanced over at Roman, and he grew a bit more serious, "You... you hunted me for months, following my trail. Did you know Dante pulled me out of a fighting ring? He honestly didn't realize who or what I am, but we needed information from the inside, so I was there. He thought he was doing something good. Yanno, despite the fact I could have taken care of myself, I felt like I owed him somethin.' He saved lives. He didn't necessarily save mine, but it didn't matter. I loved him like I love my brother." Horacio then smiled and Jinx and laced his fingers with hers in a gentle grip, "Dante was the best of us."
At that point, Bear turned in her seat and she scrutinized Roman, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees, "I'm sure, given time, you will also become the best of us. While you don't have faith in yourself, most of us here believe you'll become something good. Again, keep the crazy at a minimum in my room, k?" She turned back around abruptly and started typing again, breaking down firewalls as quickly as they came up. She grumbled in frustration after a few seconds and shoved a gentle hand through her hair, "I need a partner. Seriously. These firewalls are whack."
Horacio reached up and dragged Jinx down onto the couch to sit on top of him and he shifted so she'd be more comfortable, and he patted her arm, "Don't completely mangle him," he said cheerily, "He'll learn his lesson once Lucius gets a hold of him again. Oi, bro!" he waved Indi in and moved some trash off the second chair, "Why doncha both come on in and take a load off. I promise, Bear isn't in a biting mood. Otherwise, the door would have been locked," he grinned wickedly at this, despite the fact that he'd never had a chance to bed the angel. Bear threw an empty can at his head and turned around to face her monitors, rapidly typing something into her keyboard while she stuffed a piece of gum into her mouth. Horacio eyed Indi appreciatively for a moment before his bright, canine green eyes rested on Jinx's face. "Heard my brother turned into the world's most benevolent bloodsucker," he drawled impishly at her, "Did he really take you .... sea fishing?"
Stefano, had in fact, taken Jinx out on the yacht into the bay and taught her how to fish. It was a guilty pleasure of his, and it was the only time he would tolerate the garish sun on his olive skin. They'd had fun, and Stefano, despite his proclivities and being naturally serious, had shed his inhibitions that day during their expedition and spent much of the time laughing and telling stories and jokes. After getting Jinx past the initial shock of putting minnows on deep sea hooks, their afternoon catch was quite bountiful. After dinner of fresh food for two on the yacht, they'd come into harbor and spent the evening together in Stefano's room... the door closed.... that time.
Bear typed something again and said over her shoulder, "Roman, you smell like a wet dog... you really need a shower."
Horacio sniffed his own underarm and sighed. "You sure you aren't smelling me?"
Bear answered with a short insult, still typing and concentrating on her code screen, "Shut up, mutt."
Horacio let loose a chuckle and then patted Jinx's hand as he continued to lounge on the couch. A hand went to the back of his head, and he stretched out a bit, head resting on his own arm. He glanced over at Roman, and he grew a bit more serious, "You... you hunted me for months, following my trail. Did you know Dante pulled me out of a fighting ring? He honestly didn't realize who or what I am, but we needed information from the inside, so I was there. He thought he was doing something good. Yanno, despite the fact I could have taken care of myself, I felt like I owed him somethin.' He saved lives. He didn't necessarily save mine, but it didn't matter. I loved him like I love my brother." Horacio then smiled and Jinx and laced his fingers with hers in a gentle grip, "Dante was the best of us."
At that point, Bear turned in her seat and she scrutinized Roman, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees, "I'm sure, given time, you will also become the best of us. While you don't have faith in yourself, most of us here believe you'll become something good. Again, keep the crazy at a minimum in my room, k?" She turned back around abruptly and started typing again, breaking down firewalls as quickly as they came up. She grumbled in frustration after a few seconds and shoved a gentle hand through her hair, "I need a partner. Seriously. These firewalls are whack."
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Jinx grinned in amusement, leaning int the hellhound chest affectionately. Indi plopped right next to them, letting his silver armored hand comb through his mistresses hair with surprising gentleness nosidering he was a hound of death. "We went," Jinx admitted happily, enjoying Indi's gentle touch. Her eyes fall to Horacio hand folding with hers, a sad smile tugging at her lips. Thelockes her brother had given to her many, any years ago glistened at her chest. "He was always better than any of our family. High standards. Good morals."
Roman simply stood to the side, hands shoved in his pockets as he examined the monitors with great interest. The voices seemed to fade away as his mind latched onto sequences, filtering through proxies and TripVs, MassCrons and self-destruct viruses. Numbers practically flashed across his eyes as he took just a few steps forwards, still a good stance away but making it easy to read the blocks.
His eyes suddenly snapped clear, insanity draining from his mind. Jinx felt this as clear as day, lookingover at the man warily. The ple man suddenly crouched besides Bear, pulling a headset over his head and lowering the mic before starting to rapidly type. Instead of breaking through firewalls, he worked across them with careful steps. "Defy switch. Delete change variable twenty four - backspace, space time five." He rattled off his own code into the mic, building a virus. It was a tiny thread of a thing, but it was sleek and dangerous - a bullet. "Multiply by seven. Send through Max files. Send through Min. Two layers above, one below." He continued his rant , shifting slightly as he continued his furiously typing.
Jinx tapped into his mind, eyes closing as she shuffled through his file-like mind hehid behind the insanity. She already knew the three places for the Dimension Skip, as she called it - grace, to protect them from being melted in between worlds. That was her part. Then there was force - the muscle behind it all, punching through the wall. Whoever it was, they would by the one to usebrute strength to push aside the blocks. Then, tactic - the number cruncher, finding how far to push, how long to go. Each were of equal importance.
Roman finally let his fingers stop typing, and hit the enter button. The viruses slipped into oblivian, squiring between firewalls and blocks to slowly make ther way deeper into the system. A separate virus charged off somewhere else, as a distraction. The bullet viruses streamed back information, scrolling across the screen. "Give them about a week, keep doin' what you're doin'." And with that he walked back to the side of a room, leaning against the wall and sliding down. His insanity slowly clouded back into place, leaving him frozen in place and mentally arguin with voices other than his own.
Jinx curled to Horacio, tucking herself against his chest. She felt a bond with him, like a bond she had with Indi. He was the last to see her brother alive - and somehow that seemed incredible. Hound of Death and Jinx both remained silent, watching Roman carefully.
Roman simply stood to the side, hands shoved in his pockets as he examined the monitors with great interest. The voices seemed to fade away as his mind latched onto sequences, filtering through proxies and TripVs, MassCrons and self-destruct viruses. Numbers practically flashed across his eyes as he took just a few steps forwards, still a good stance away but making it easy to read the blocks.
His eyes suddenly snapped clear, insanity draining from his mind. Jinx felt this as clear as day, lookingover at the man warily. The ple man suddenly crouched besides Bear, pulling a headset over his head and lowering the mic before starting to rapidly type. Instead of breaking through firewalls, he worked across them with careful steps. "Defy switch. Delete change variable twenty four - backspace, space time five." He rattled off his own code into the mic, building a virus. It was a tiny thread of a thing, but it was sleek and dangerous - a bullet. "Multiply by seven. Send through Max files. Send through Min. Two layers above, one below." He continued his rant , shifting slightly as he continued his furiously typing.
Jinx tapped into his mind, eyes closing as she shuffled through his file-like mind hehid behind the insanity. She already knew the three places for the Dimension Skip, as she called it - grace, to protect them from being melted in between worlds. That was her part. Then there was force - the muscle behind it all, punching through the wall. Whoever it was, they would by the one to usebrute strength to push aside the blocks. Then, tactic - the number cruncher, finding how far to push, how long to go. Each were of equal importance.
Roman finally let his fingers stop typing, and hit the enter button. The viruses slipped into oblivian, squiring between firewalls and blocks to slowly make ther way deeper into the system. A separate virus charged off somewhere else, as a distraction. The bullet viruses streamed back information, scrolling across the screen. "Give them about a week, keep doin' what you're doin'." And with that he walked back to the side of a room, leaning against the wall and sliding down. His insanity slowly clouded back into place, leaving him frozen in place and mentally arguin with voices other than his own.
Jinx curled to Horacio, tucking herself against his chest. She felt a bond with him, like a bond she had with Indi. He was the last to see her brother alive - and somehow that seemed incredible. Hound of Death and Jinx both remained silent, watching Roman carefully.
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♥ Dove ♥
Bear blinked. For the first time, Horacio saw her... surprised. "Ah, um... nice trojan," she complimented Roman. She blinked again, and her ice blue eyes went back to the screen as she went back to work. Horacio smirked. There was an underlying genius under the boy's mask of insanity. That gave Horacio great hope for the future. Horacio poked Indi in the shoulder, meeting the pale eyes of his lupine companion, "Oi, bet he'd have fun with us in the trees at night," he commented, "Though, we'd have to make sure to take all his sharp, pointy things. My ass doesn't need more scars." Bear looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at him as her computer squawked yet another failure at her. She cleared the command code and started typing again, breaking through the first proxy, a phantom firewall.
Horacio patted Jinx's knee affectionately, treating her like a little sister. He made a wide, wolfish yawn, showing off impressive canines that were long and razor sharp. He rubbed his face and leaned his head back on the pillow, watching Bear work with great amusement.
"You both terrify the horses at night, howling like idiots by the cliffs," she grumbled, "Remember, my window is closest to the stables between the houses. When they're shrieking and kicking the stall doors, it makes a hell of a racket. Some of us DO sleep when the sun is down, mutt." Bear reached for a pack of cigarettes next to her computer and lit one, the smoke curling around her head. Horacio's nose crinkled up at the scent, and he huffed.
"I'd say those things will kill ya, but you're immortal... and you complain I'm the one that smells bad," the Hellhound complained, "Hasn't Lucius forbid smoking inside?"
Bear took a drag, ashed it into a nearly full ashtray and answered defiantly, "Lucius doesn't fuck with me when I'm working." Suddenly, her eyes affixed to her screen, and her gaze narrowed, "What in the shit is this?" she started typing again, and suddenly, three MAC addressed popped up in the command code, "Oi, hey... boy genius..." She looked over her shoulder at Roman, delicate finger pointing to her screen, "Hey, Dexter," she tried again, her voice having some urgency, "This is the MAC address for me. This is the address for the bank. Who the fuck is this?" she pointed to the other, "Someone else is trying their hand at this." She knew it very well couldn't be the trojan that the boy just sent out... MAC addresses were the physical locale of a machine and viruses couldn't generate that type of address.
"You know of anyone trying to get into these banks for the same reasons we are?" she asked, head tilting at Roman. Her ice eyes regarded him now with a big of respect, beautiful lips pursing in curiosity, "C'mon, Boy Wonder, you're here for a reason."
Horacio patted Jinx's knee affectionately, treating her like a little sister. He made a wide, wolfish yawn, showing off impressive canines that were long and razor sharp. He rubbed his face and leaned his head back on the pillow, watching Bear work with great amusement.
"You both terrify the horses at night, howling like idiots by the cliffs," she grumbled, "Remember, my window is closest to the stables between the houses. When they're shrieking and kicking the stall doors, it makes a hell of a racket. Some of us DO sleep when the sun is down, mutt." Bear reached for a pack of cigarettes next to her computer and lit one, the smoke curling around her head. Horacio's nose crinkled up at the scent, and he huffed.
"I'd say those things will kill ya, but you're immortal... and you complain I'm the one that smells bad," the Hellhound complained, "Hasn't Lucius forbid smoking inside?"
Bear took a drag, ashed it into a nearly full ashtray and answered defiantly, "Lucius doesn't fuck with me when I'm working." Suddenly, her eyes affixed to her screen, and her gaze narrowed, "What in the shit is this?" she started typing again, and suddenly, three MAC addressed popped up in the command code, "Oi, hey... boy genius..." She looked over her shoulder at Roman, delicate finger pointing to her screen, "Hey, Dexter," she tried again, her voice having some urgency, "This is the MAC address for me. This is the address for the bank. Who the fuck is this?" she pointed to the other, "Someone else is trying their hand at this." She knew it very well couldn't be the trojan that the boy just sent out... MAC addresses were the physical locale of a machine and viruses couldn't generate that type of address.
"You know of anyone trying to get into these banks for the same reasons we are?" she asked, head tilting at Roman. Her ice eyes regarded him now with a big of respect, beautiful lips pursing in curiosity, "C'mon, Boy Wonder, you're here for a reason."
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Jinx snickered, giving a playful frown to Horacio and Indi. The death hound was doing his best not to snicker along with Jinx, biting his lower lip with a sharp tooth. "Yeah boys - stop messing with the horses." She smacked Indi's chest, and he just grabbed her arm and bit gently on her hand, a growl in his chest. "Lemme go, Death-Breath," she said, and Indi snickered this time and released her arm. He pricked her side with his claws, and she muffled a shriek as her ticklish skin was tampered with, flinching into Horacio chest.
Roman had finally pierced through the layer of insanity, although darkness was still in his heart. Hissing in displeasure, he climbed back to his feet and dragged a roller chair besides Bear again, hands flying across a keyboard. A flash drive appeared from nowhere, and Jinx rolled her eyes. His looked at her andoffered a sarcastic smile, eyes traveling her up and down despite her obvious displeasure. He downloaded the file in the flash drive and cleared his throat. "Alright Jenna, launch voice recognition. Hold five... four..." He took off the headset and motioned for everyone to say something as he counted down. "Two... One..."
The flat line on the screen sudenly rolled vigorously as everyone in the room gave a word or phrase. "Roman, I'm detecting two males and two females to be added. Download Russian transcripts for the youngest?" The womans voice was robotic, simply Romans preference. "No need, Jenna, thanks. Scan files and release the Wasp into he system. Keep it quiet, they're probably trying to find the other guy." The line splintered into he bottom corner, and more files were pulled from he drive. "I would recommend the Earth trojan, instead. The Wasp would be aggressive, and this fellow seems hostile." "Do what you think best, Jenna." Roman fixed the headset and began typing furiously once more, numbers and symbols scrolling across the screen almost too fast to read. "Jenna, give us an update. I see a few E-mails and a transfer of a rather long string of zero's." His voice was sharp, in command as he worked through the files. "They are searching for Pure-O just like you. Roman, this is an issue fit for the Wrangler."
At this, the tattooed eyed man paused his typing for the first time, pondering. "Very well. Jenna - wreck their files, and rip their trojan to shreds. Keep a file saved of any documents. If the name K-" "Kianna D'Claires file will be saved as well, Roman. I know the drill. System shutting down for destruction of hostile challenger, please don't press any keys. Looking at you, Berra." Roman snickered a little at that before pushing away taking off the headset.
"The other guys' attempt will mysteriously stop working," he explained as the monitors shut off completely. "They won't be able to trace us back as long as these computers are off as it's wrecked. But any signals at all can ruin that - including keyboard pressing ad mouse clicking. The Wranger will completely destroy their system - they'll have to redo the entire thing."
Jinx, who hadn't touched electronics in the previous eight years, was completely lost. Giving a slight huff, she leaned back against Horacio as Roman stood up from the chair, careful not to disturb the monitors as he sunk down on the floor again, pushing an old t-shir of Bears to the side and leaning against he wall. For now, his mind was clear - but the insanity would push back, and no meds could help.
Roman had finally pierced through the layer of insanity, although darkness was still in his heart. Hissing in displeasure, he climbed back to his feet and dragged a roller chair besides Bear again, hands flying across a keyboard. A flash drive appeared from nowhere, and Jinx rolled her eyes. His looked at her andoffered a sarcastic smile, eyes traveling her up and down despite her obvious displeasure. He downloaded the file in the flash drive and cleared his throat. "Alright Jenna, launch voice recognition. Hold five... four..." He took off the headset and motioned for everyone to say something as he counted down. "Two... One..."
The flat line on the screen sudenly rolled vigorously as everyone in the room gave a word or phrase. "Roman, I'm detecting two males and two females to be added. Download Russian transcripts for the youngest?" The womans voice was robotic, simply Romans preference. "No need, Jenna, thanks. Scan files and release the Wasp into he system. Keep it quiet, they're probably trying to find the other guy." The line splintered into he bottom corner, and more files were pulled from he drive. "I would recommend the Earth trojan, instead. The Wasp would be aggressive, and this fellow seems hostile." "Do what you think best, Jenna." Roman fixed the headset and began typing furiously once more, numbers and symbols scrolling across the screen almost too fast to read. "Jenna, give us an update. I see a few E-mails and a transfer of a rather long string of zero's." His voice was sharp, in command as he worked through the files. "They are searching for Pure-O just like you. Roman, this is an issue fit for the Wrangler."
At this, the tattooed eyed man paused his typing for the first time, pondering. "Very well. Jenna - wreck their files, and rip their trojan to shreds. Keep a file saved of any documents. If the name K-" "Kianna D'Claires file will be saved as well, Roman. I know the drill. System shutting down for destruction of hostile challenger, please don't press any keys. Looking at you, Berra." Roman snickered a little at that before pushing away taking off the headset.
"The other guys' attempt will mysteriously stop working," he explained as the monitors shut off completely. "They won't be able to trace us back as long as these computers are off as it's wrecked. But any signals at all can ruin that - including keyboard pressing ad mouse clicking. The Wranger will completely destroy their system - they'll have to redo the entire thing."
Jinx, who hadn't touched electronics in the previous eight years, was completely lost. Giving a slight huff, she leaned back against Horacio as Roman stood up from the chair, careful not to disturb the monitors as he sunk down on the floor again, pushing an old t-shir of Bears to the side and leaning against he wall. For now, his mind was clear - but the insanity would push back, and no meds could help.
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♥ Dove ♥
Bear smiled appreciatively for a moment before she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to talk to Roman while Horacio carried on a conversation with the other two. "You have talent," she said with a light expression, "Maybe you could help me out from time to time. What is that you have there? AI?" She sat down in the floor across from him, and her ice blue eyes warmed slightly as her long legs crossed. She rested her elbows on her thighs, and then her chin dropped into her palms. Bear sat expectantly gazing at Roman, not trying to prod him forward.
She oddly enough understood his rage, and while she felt that she good do some good in healing it, she didn't feel it should have been done without his willing participation.
To catch his eye, she gave him a brilliant smile, unusual for Bear, and she held up her palm. "Watch this," she whispered. From her hand, light began to swirl into a shape, suddenly wisping from her fingertips to her palm and then in a corkscrew fashion, it began to form a little rose created from pure light. With the barest twitch of her fingers, the rose dissipated, the light swirled around her palm again, and then formed into a mewling kitten that was small enough to fit in her palm, playing with its own tail and mewling plaintively at Roman. Bear rarely did this trick for anyone - she'd done it for Jinx a few times to make her smile, and some of the children in the Barcelona village because she enjoyed their laughs of delight.
She gently closed her fingers, making the illusion dissipate, and then gazed tenderly at Roman, her hands resting back in her lap, "I know you don't like our kind. I know that this world has not been kind to you. On behalf of our less savory types, I'm really sorry." She still didn't touch Roman, but her beautiful face held all of the compassion of a true angel. Despite Bear's anti-social behavior and her tendency to be sarcastic, she had a soft place inside of her heart. It was something cast down could never take away from her.
"Would you like to go out into the back yard?" she asked, "I hate the sun, but it's a good place to have a cigarette and a beer!"
She oddly enough understood his rage, and while she felt that she good do some good in healing it, she didn't feel it should have been done without his willing participation.
To catch his eye, she gave him a brilliant smile, unusual for Bear, and she held up her palm. "Watch this," she whispered. From her hand, light began to swirl into a shape, suddenly wisping from her fingertips to her palm and then in a corkscrew fashion, it began to form a little rose created from pure light. With the barest twitch of her fingers, the rose dissipated, the light swirled around her palm again, and then formed into a mewling kitten that was small enough to fit in her palm, playing with its own tail and mewling plaintively at Roman. Bear rarely did this trick for anyone - she'd done it for Jinx a few times to make her smile, and some of the children in the Barcelona village because she enjoyed their laughs of delight.
She gently closed her fingers, making the illusion dissipate, and then gazed tenderly at Roman, her hands resting back in her lap, "I know you don't like our kind. I know that this world has not been kind to you. On behalf of our less savory types, I'm really sorry." She still didn't touch Roman, but her beautiful face held all of the compassion of a true angel. Despite Bear's anti-social behavior and her tendency to be sarcastic, she had a soft place inside of her heart. It was something cast down could never take away from her.
"Would you like to go out into the back yard?" she asked, "I hate the sun, but it's a good place to have a cigarette and a beer!"
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
"Jenna's an AI, yeah," the lack-haired man mumbled, the nails of one hand digging into his leg through his jean. The pain didnt seem to register - rather, it seemed to sharpen him back into reality. Roman watched Bear warily, his back and shoulders slowly tensening as the immortal seemed to suddenly pull a complete 180 on him. Black tattooed eyes watched the light display with both awe and caution, nervous of what those powers could do. The kittens mew caught Jinx's attention, her black eyes reflecting the light as she smiled at the trick. At her smile, Roman seemed to give in a bit - the voices whispered at the back of his mind,
The light show ended wit Bears hand clasping on itself - Roman pulled his starched blue eyes upwards, still wary as he slowly rose to his feet. "Sure," he agreed cautiously, eyes flickering over to Jinx. The human girl gave a short sigh and closed her eyes, severing the control she had over him just enough to let him wander on his own. The feeling was unusual, like a sharp sting of a vaccine in his thoughts. Mumbling a thanks, Roman followed Bear out the door and towards the patio.
His pale skin seemed to illuminate - he was just as pale Jinx had been when she had first come he, an effect of ears indoors without proper sunlight. Jinx's unnaturally paleness had already passed, even if her skin seemed to naturally stay a tinted alabaster. Roman stepped further from the deck cautiously, almost as if he were being followed. Of course, paranoia bit at his mind. All a part of his insanity, he knew by now how to tell thoughts triggered by feelings and thoughts triggered by madness apart.
The former asylum resident paced in a slow, wide circle, eyes scanning back and forth over greenery and other plants, following birds and insects. He remained almost eerie silent as he studied his surrounding curiously, his hands tucked inside his pockets to brush against a fe other flash drives of his. Battered, they ere used for many things - mostly hacking, AI building and storing kill logs of vampires, demons, werewolves, and other things that spooked in the night.
He would not be sharing those particular files, as they had pictures of his victims after he was done with them.
The light show ended wit Bears hand clasping on itself - Roman pulled his starched blue eyes upwards, still wary as he slowly rose to his feet. "Sure," he agreed cautiously, eyes flickering over to Jinx. The human girl gave a short sigh and closed her eyes, severing the control she had over him just enough to let him wander on his own. The feeling was unusual, like a sharp sting of a vaccine in his thoughts. Mumbling a thanks, Roman followed Bear out the door and towards the patio.
His pale skin seemed to illuminate - he was just as pale Jinx had been when she had first come he, an effect of ears indoors without proper sunlight. Jinx's unnaturally paleness had already passed, even if her skin seemed to naturally stay a tinted alabaster. Roman stepped further from the deck cautiously, almost as if he were being followed. Of course, paranoia bit at his mind. All a part of his insanity, he knew by now how to tell thoughts triggered by feelings and thoughts triggered by madness apart.
The former asylum resident paced in a slow, wide circle, eyes scanning back and forth over greenery and other plants, following birds and insects. He remained almost eerie silent as he studied his surrounding curiously, his hands tucked inside his pockets to brush against a fe other flash drives of his. Battered, they ere used for many things - mostly hacking, AI building and storing kill logs of vampires, demons, werewolves, and other things that spooked in the night.
He would not be sharing those particular files, as they had pictures of his victims after he was done with them.
DovesFeather
♥ Dove ♥
Bear relaxed when they got outside with a couple of cold beers from the kitchen. She offered him a cigarette and then lit it and then lit her own. She flopped down on some comfortable outside furniture, and she popped the cap on her beer. She lifted the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag, watching him curiously, "Look," she said, "I really don't care about you... yet... but you seem to need something. Some relief from whatever that black shit is in your soul. We can see it, yanno. I'm so it was all Luc could do not to strip it off of you." She wrinkled her nose, "It's like a tasty little meal to him. He got fat and happy off Jinxy too."
She crossed her legs in front of her, one sneakered foot bounced as she grew thoughtful and took a deep drag off of her cancer stick. Her eyes narrowed as a little bit of the smoke curled into her face, and she laid her head back on the chair's cushion as she sat lower down into it in a dreadful example of posture.
"Roman, how did you get started hunting? You know, three of our guys are hunters, and they don't have all that tar on them that you do. What caused it? Shock me. You can tell me everything. I promise, I've heard it all." Despite the fact that Bear professed lack of empathy for him, it wasn't something that she could quite shake that easily. As an angel, it was ingrained into her. She spent her entire time on Earth serving Lucius and trying to make the Earth a better place for humans to live.
"I know two brothers once. One killed the other one, and when I stumbled on 'em, the bastard looked up at me and actually cried and then ran away like a little bitch. Ever since then, I've really hated cowards. I feel fear like... dripping off of you, but... You have a lot of courage. Instead of running away, you faced what makes you afraid. That makes you worth our time. You're not lost or fucked for life, kid," she said. She finished her cigarette and flicked it into the garden somewhere. She still didn't touch him, not liking being in someone else's space, but she did want to give him some hope.
"When it gets to be too much... all the craziness inside that brain of yours, tell Luc. He can strip it off of you. The only side affect is that you lose part of your soul.. but if it's sickened and black, there's no healin' it."
She crossed her legs in front of her, one sneakered foot bounced as she grew thoughtful and took a deep drag off of her cancer stick. Her eyes narrowed as a little bit of the smoke curled into her face, and she laid her head back on the chair's cushion as she sat lower down into it in a dreadful example of posture.
"Roman, how did you get started hunting? You know, three of our guys are hunters, and they don't have all that tar on them that you do. What caused it? Shock me. You can tell me everything. I promise, I've heard it all." Despite the fact that Bear professed lack of empathy for him, it wasn't something that she could quite shake that easily. As an angel, it was ingrained into her. She spent her entire time on Earth serving Lucius and trying to make the Earth a better place for humans to live.
"I know two brothers once. One killed the other one, and when I stumbled on 'em, the bastard looked up at me and actually cried and then ran away like a little bitch. Ever since then, I've really hated cowards. I feel fear like... dripping off of you, but... You have a lot of courage. Instead of running away, you faced what makes you afraid. That makes you worth our time. You're not lost or fucked for life, kid," she said. She finished her cigarette and flicked it into the garden somewhere. She still didn't touch him, not liking being in someone else's space, but she did want to give him some hope.
"When it gets to be too much... all the craziness inside that brain of yours, tell Luc. He can strip it off of you. The only side affect is that you lose part of your soul.. but if it's sickened and black, there's no healin' it."
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Roman dragged deep in the cigarette, letting out a billowing breath of nicotine smoke. He took a few minutes to reply, as if lost behind the insanity billowing like a storm in his mind. Finally, he offered an explenation. "I was sixteen when I fucked up pretty damn bad. My girl got knocked up - but we decided to keep the baby." He took another drag of cigarette smoke, barely blinking as grandiose of the putrid fumes bathed across his face with the breeze. "Jenna had a beautiful baby girl. We named her Kianna, she moved in with me and my older sis."
His face darkened, eyes flooding with toxic hate as darkness started practically seeping from his pores like black sludge. "I heard a scream one night," he snarled, glaring down at the ground. He had finally taken a seat on a chair, his elbows resting on his knees. "Found a bloodsucker with my girls when Kia was two. Found Jen dead on the ground - the fucker was stealing away Kianna. She was born mute - couldnt utter a word - but i swear to whatever the fuck left that's still holy that i heard her scream for dad." His jaw clenched, the hatred in his soul rising like a billowing cloud of loathing. "I jumped out the window to find the fucking piece of shit who killed Jenna and stole my babygirl. Woke up the next day in a pool of my own blood and a fucking stampede of voices in my head. They ain't mine, either."
He flicked the dead cigarette next to where Bear flipped hers. "I snapped. Went on a killing spree - at first it was just bloodsuckers and mutts. I tortured them to the point they would die from agony. The vocal chords were the last thing to go. If Kia couldnt speak then neither should the freaks. But I found that humans were pretty nice to cut into. Their skin is much softer, their muscles more tender - its a fuckin' piece of art." He leaned back, unbothered by his opinion and taking no heed to the horror he felt from Jinx, not caring as he felt a ghost of her tears.
"I rather enjoy my little patch of - how'd you say it - sickened and black soul. Keeps things real, and i'd be so fuckin' lonely without these bitches in my head. Fuck, I don't know how you sane people can do with just one." Roman rose to his et again, hnd casually slung in his pockets as she started his low circular pacing again. "'Course i'm afraid, who wouldnt be? I have a collection of vampire hearts in my fuckin' basement, dried out like jerky. I someone were to find those, i'd be fucking killed. Naw," he turned towards Bear again, expression dark with sadism, "there are better things to do than run away from thing that make you heart pound. Killing them being the easiest."
His face darkened, eyes flooding with toxic hate as darkness started practically seeping from his pores like black sludge. "I heard a scream one night," he snarled, glaring down at the ground. He had finally taken a seat on a chair, his elbows resting on his knees. "Found a bloodsucker with my girls when Kia was two. Found Jen dead on the ground - the fucker was stealing away Kianna. She was born mute - couldnt utter a word - but i swear to whatever the fuck left that's still holy that i heard her scream for dad." His jaw clenched, the hatred in his soul rising like a billowing cloud of loathing. "I jumped out the window to find the fucking piece of shit who killed Jenna and stole my babygirl. Woke up the next day in a pool of my own blood and a fucking stampede of voices in my head. They ain't mine, either."
He flicked the dead cigarette next to where Bear flipped hers. "I snapped. Went on a killing spree - at first it was just bloodsuckers and mutts. I tortured them to the point they would die from agony. The vocal chords were the last thing to go. If Kia couldnt speak then neither should the freaks. But I found that humans were pretty nice to cut into. Their skin is much softer, their muscles more tender - its a fuckin' piece of art." He leaned back, unbothered by his opinion and taking no heed to the horror he felt from Jinx, not caring as he felt a ghost of her tears.
"I rather enjoy my little patch of - how'd you say it - sickened and black soul. Keeps things real, and i'd be so fuckin' lonely without these bitches in my head. Fuck, I don't know how you sane people can do with just one." Roman rose to his et again, hnd casually slung in his pockets as she started his low circular pacing again. "'Course i'm afraid, who wouldnt be? I have a collection of vampire hearts in my fuckin' basement, dried out like jerky. I someone were to find those, i'd be fucking killed. Naw," he turned towards Bear again, expression dark with sadism, "there are better things to do than run away from thing that make you heart pound. Killing them being the easiest."
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♥ Dove ♥
Bear make a noise in the back of her throat and lit another cigarette. She offered up another one and then took a swig of her bear. Her long legs drew up underneath her, and she looked pensive and quiet... something that came to her naturally. "Kid," she murmured, "No matter what demons follow you, I promise you, humans had nothing to do with it. As soft and pliable as they can be, inflicting pain on them will never change your past or make your pain seem less. There's something about humans, doncha think? Something that gives them a colorful brilliance in this fucked up, twisted world." She raised ice blue eyes to Roman's face, and she tilted her head.
As the sun glinted off her hair, it caught the charcoal streaks and make them silver and her blond hair almost seemed white. She was a stunning woman... she could have had a modeling job anywhere if she'd really wanted it, but she was content to stay behind her monitors making a difference in a very different way. Bear's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she leaned forward towards Roman, "Lucius won't take kindly to you murdering innocent humans. Or any humans for that matter. He prefers to let them handle their own justice, which they usually do just fine by themselves. And Roman... you don't want to upset Luc. That taste he gave you when he first met you, he gives it to everyone. To warn them what he really is. It's a drop in the bucket of the horrors he's experienced and what he's capable of inflicting."
She leaned back in her chair with poor posture and a distinct lack of grace as she took another drag off of her cigarette. "I'm gonna ask you a question. If you don't wanna answer it, that's fine." She inhaled deeply and then nodded seemingly to herself, "Do you enjoy killing? Do you enjoy being in pain all the time?" This was a question that had plagued her since she met him.
The simple fact was that normal humans avoided emotional pain. Oh sure, S&M was one thing, but emotional pain was something no human enjoyed. If he derived pleasure from his own self-suffering, it meant that his soul was blackened and there was no saving him. Lucius would have known about that, but it made Bear curious that if Lucius knew how far gone Roman was, he chose him for this job anyway. So was there a glimmer of hope somewhere in that muck, tar covered soul? Only time could tell...
As the sun glinted off her hair, it caught the charcoal streaks and make them silver and her blond hair almost seemed white. She was a stunning woman... she could have had a modeling job anywhere if she'd really wanted it, but she was content to stay behind her monitors making a difference in a very different way. Bear's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she leaned forward towards Roman, "Lucius won't take kindly to you murdering innocent humans. Or any humans for that matter. He prefers to let them handle their own justice, which they usually do just fine by themselves. And Roman... you don't want to upset Luc. That taste he gave you when he first met you, he gives it to everyone. To warn them what he really is. It's a drop in the bucket of the horrors he's experienced and what he's capable of inflicting."
She leaned back in her chair with poor posture and a distinct lack of grace as she took another drag off of her cigarette. "I'm gonna ask you a question. If you don't wanna answer it, that's fine." She inhaled deeply and then nodded seemingly to herself, "Do you enjoy killing? Do you enjoy being in pain all the time?" This was a question that had plagued her since she met him.
The simple fact was that normal humans avoided emotional pain. Oh sure, S&M was one thing, but emotional pain was something no human enjoyed. If he derived pleasure from his own self-suffering, it meant that his soul was blackened and there was no saving him. Lucius would have known about that, but it made Bear curious that if Lucius knew how far gone Roman was, he chose him for this job anyway. So was there a glimmer of hope somewhere in that muck, tar covered soul? Only time could tell...
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Roman light up the cigarette expertly, handing the lighter back to Bear between two fingers. As she asked her question, Roman simply stared at her with nothing but decay in his eyes. "Hmm." He pulled deep on the cigarette, letting out a billow on nicotine gray as he leaned back, blue eyes closing. A smile curled at his lips, although it wasnt kind - nor was it comforting as he let his next words purr over his tongue as if they were his favorite song.
"Killing is an art form. Those voices in my head tell me to do it. They're fuckin' brilliant - they know just how to peel off skin from muscle, like skinning a deer." The man with black tattooed around his eyes let those pretty things open again, a cruel glint in his gaze. He didn't face Bear as he continued to speak in a low gravely voice. "Those motherfuckers know how to make it seem like heaven. They know just what to make me feel. So to answer your question: yes." His final answer hissed fom his teeth like the most precious secret.
Jinx had been feeling every word the man uttered, frozen in shock as Indi supported her weakening form. She wasn't physically, weak, but the horror she felt at Romans words seemed to snap something deep inside her. The rage at vampires had feathered away, but the human race still had pricks of anger. Roman stood as Jinx opened the door, a storm in her black eyes as she suddenly pushed him back with both hands. He sneered at the girl, catching his balance right before he fell from the porch. He smoothed himself down as he lowered a new expression to the young humans face.
"How can you?!" Jinx seethed, her black eyes glinting with horrified tears. Indi came frmo behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and mustered fast Russian to her in hopes of calming her down. The Shadow Wolf flickered hiseyes towards Roman, blue-black irises enraged. He had guided many souls this man had slaughtered, and had no respect. "What's wrong. Princess?" Roman snarled quietly. That expression held no emotion, held no humanity - those voices whispered in his mind, promising pleasure beyond his dreams if he killed this girl. Jinx struled from the Death Hound, but Indi held firm even if her dancers' body was stronger than the average humans. "You tortured her," Jinx hissed under her breath. "You peel her skin right from her bones! You're fifty times worse than any auction house!"
Indi loses his eyes as the power of Jinx's insult hit him hard. "Okay, Jinx, I live you, but this is necessary at this point. Stefano, please don't have me hung." He grabbed Jinx's shoulder and forced a rough kiss onto her lips. Almost immediately, Jinx felt her energy ebb away and Indi picked her drugged form up easily. Her eyes, hazed with the Shadow Sleep, were still trained hatefully on Roman as he just casually inhaled his cigarette once more. He watched as Indi took her inside, no doubt to her Masters' chambers even if it was still light out. "Keep you pet under control," he buttered to himself as he began walking in a slow, dangerous circle of a pace. His momentairy sanity was gone completely, the voices screamin into his mind as he mumbled short, incoherent reponces.
"Killing is an art form. Those voices in my head tell me to do it. They're fuckin' brilliant - they know just how to peel off skin from muscle, like skinning a deer." The man with black tattooed around his eyes let those pretty things open again, a cruel glint in his gaze. He didn't face Bear as he continued to speak in a low gravely voice. "Those motherfuckers know how to make it seem like heaven. They know just what to make me feel. So to answer your question: yes." His final answer hissed fom his teeth like the most precious secret.
Jinx had been feeling every word the man uttered, frozen in shock as Indi supported her weakening form. She wasn't physically, weak, but the horror she felt at Romans words seemed to snap something deep inside her. The rage at vampires had feathered away, but the human race still had pricks of anger. Roman stood as Jinx opened the door, a storm in her black eyes as she suddenly pushed him back with both hands. He sneered at the girl, catching his balance right before he fell from the porch. He smoothed himself down as he lowered a new expression to the young humans face.
"How can you?!" Jinx seethed, her black eyes glinting with horrified tears. Indi came frmo behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and mustered fast Russian to her in hopes of calming her down. The Shadow Wolf flickered hiseyes towards Roman, blue-black irises enraged. He had guided many souls this man had slaughtered, and had no respect. "What's wrong. Princess?" Roman snarled quietly. That expression held no emotion, held no humanity - those voices whispered in his mind, promising pleasure beyond his dreams if he killed this girl. Jinx struled from the Death Hound, but Indi held firm even if her dancers' body was stronger than the average humans. "You tortured her," Jinx hissed under her breath. "You peel her skin right from her bones! You're fifty times worse than any auction house!"
Indi loses his eyes as the power of Jinx's insult hit him hard. "Okay, Jinx, I live you, but this is necessary at this point. Stefano, please don't have me hung." He grabbed Jinx's shoulder and forced a rough kiss onto her lips. Almost immediately, Jinx felt her energy ebb away and Indi picked her drugged form up easily. Her eyes, hazed with the Shadow Sleep, were still trained hatefully on Roman as he just casually inhaled his cigarette once more. He watched as Indi took her inside, no doubt to her Masters' chambers even if it was still light out. "Keep you pet under control," he buttered to himself as he began walking in a slow, dangerous circle of a pace. His momentairy sanity was gone completely, the voices screamin into his mind as he mumbled short, incoherent reponces.
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