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| Death's Doorstep; [P]Aiden, Tahamul | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Apr 27, 2010 1:39 pm (178 Views) | |
| Tahamul | Sat May 1, 2010 2:47 am Post #16 |
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Ah. Calm down. Calm down. Good. Think this through. One drink's time to do so. The elf was unsympathetic. Clearly that fable of the enchanting eyes was not working. He'd been staring at the elf for the better part of the past three minutes and if he'd had the slightest hint of mind-control power it had definitely not conclusively surfaced. Hmpf. It was always poor form to try things that you weren't sure worked. When and if he survived this he'd have to finish investigating what exactly his vampiric abilities were. He'd been given some helpful hints but they'd been imparted in lessons that had been lacking in clear-cut explanations. Well, the obvious stratagem as of right now was to flee. But given that he was a vampire... and the elf was clearly an experienced fire mage of some sort. That sort of temperature control was not something you picked up through a few minutes worth of study. He knew that much. And fire, while it was only one step removed from light magic, it would no doubt prove to be terribly effective against him, whether or not he was resistant against conventional sunlight. Ah well, he'd play along. For now. "Alright then, elf. I'll humor you." |
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| swordhunter | Sat May 1, 2010 1:11 pm Post #17 |
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"Alright then, elf. I'll humor you." "Bravo, then," the elf replied, taking another sip of his drink before leaving the rest on the counter. He waited paitently until his new charge finished his own tankard before heading towards the door. "And, just to be clear, the name is not elf," he said as he moved through the crowd deftly. "It's Aiden. I'd much prefer that you use that instead." Without pausing much, Aiden and his as yet unnamed charge made their way out of the bar without being accosted. As they stepped out into the chilly night air, the elf continued forward a few more paces. He checked both ends of the street, looking for any sign of passerby that would be able to intrude on their conversation...or get involved in a fight if it came to that. "Well, here we are," Aiden said, turning back to face his charge. "This is your chance to tell me what happened." He raised his hand to block off the protest that was sure to come. "Drop the hypothetical garbage," he said sternly, "I'll treat you like an adult as long as you do the same...and tell me your side of events." In the absence of an actual statement or a witness, this might be the closest I come to actually figuring out what the hell happened in that alley, Aiden thought, I can't screw this up. If I do, he'll bolt...and that won't be good for either of us. . . |
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| Tahamul | Sat May 8, 2010 3:48 pm Post #18 |
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ooc: I, err, am not sure how to role-play this out anymore. >> My next few posts are going to be crap. ic: Tahamul sighed. Was the game up? Would he lose before finding out who set him up? Maybe not quite. "I don't know. I woke up and here I was." He poked a finger into his mouth and rolled up his lip to reveal a fang. "Now don't panic," he said in half-syllables that were rendered into gibberish due to the presence of said finger. He took it out and repeated himself before adding: "I haven't drank," there was a faraway look in his eye. He unconsciously licked his lips, "though I do thirst." "Proof, we all want proof. So of course proof I shall provide." The vampire nodded to himself before taking off his overcoat. He undid the cufflinks holding together his dress shirt and rolled up his sleeve. The smell of rot suddenly permeated the air: underneath his flesh was literally falling apart, some of it barely held in check by skin that appeared to be corroding. It was a fascinating sight, one that he'd barely managed to control puking at. If he concentrated, he could ensure that the right places, the visible places - stayed healthy. On the flipside the rest of him was degenerating more quickly than ever. "This is a consequence of not satiating the appetite." He said clinically. "If I murdered this women in such a bloody manner as this, I think I would have at least taken the time to heal myself while I was at it." |
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| swordhunter | Tue May 11, 2010 11:17 am Post #19 |
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OOC: Lolz, I figured. No worries, I was going to help in my reply haha. BinC: "I don't know. I woke up and here I was." Aiden looked closely as the man before him revealed his sharp fangs and his vampiric heritage. Fangs...but no fang marks, eh? The elf realized that he had only seen slashes across the body of the murder victim, but no bite marks...but then again, he hadn't been looking for them to start with. "I haven't drank," the man continued, "though I do thirst." To prove the assertion, the man removed his overcoat and began unbottoning his shirt. Before Aiden could offer a protest, he was suddenly hit by the stench of decay in the air. "Gah," he exhaled, covering his nose with the thick sleeve of his cloak and breathing through his mouth. "Enough," he said, his voice a bit distorted with his nose blocked, "I think I get the picture." So he didn't suck her blood, Aiden thought, averting his eyes from the sight before him. But does that mean that he didn't kill her? He could've just done her in without actually feeding. That's happened before around here, I think... Aiden let the thought trail off as he knew that it was far too silly to take seriously. For now, Aiden couldn't help but think this man was innocent...but nonetheless, things did not look good. "Alright then, let's get you back inside for now," the elf said after a few long moments. "No point in keeping you out all night if you didn't do anything." Aiden couldn't help but wonder at his own quick conversion. Damn vampires, he thought sarcastically, noting his own sympathy for a race that was commonly seen as the rogue troublemakers of the continent. As the elf began moving back towards the tavern, a shout rang out in the night. "There he is! That's the one!" Aiden glanced to his left as a group of scowling men entered the sphere of light cast by the tavern's ring of lanterns. Another glance to the right revealed a second group of men, this time lightly armed with torches and a few simple tools. "Murderer," someone muttered, intentionally allowing the word to drift menacingly through the crowd. "Hand him over!" came another shout. Shuffling sounds could be heard in the night air as more people came from various places to join the growing crowd. How did they know where he was? Aiden thought suspiciously, keeping an eye on the now silent, unmoving crowd. The elf took a few steps back, keeping his charge just a step or two behind. "You know...knowing your name might come in handy in case things get ugly," Aiden whispered softly, "I'm not sure shouting instructions to 'vampire!' will make things look any better for us. . ." |
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| Tahamul | Sat May 15, 2010 6:41 pm Post #20 |
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ooc: much obliged. xD ic: This was a strange turn of events. Tahamul's brow knitted even as he said, quite mechanically: "the third Earl of Tahamul," nearly finishing with 'at your service,' but no, he wasn't at the elf's service at all was he? More a prisoner of sorts. At best a conscript, no better than some uncouth serving boy. There was a shout. A crowd was forming. They wanted, and only somewhat figuratively, blood. A good two dozen in total and rapidly increasing. He had half-expected pitchforks to go along with the torches - but for the most part they were armed with shovels, pieces of wood - one even had a scullery pan of all things. Something was out of place, he had expected a mob - but only later, after it had been discovered that he suffered from a virulently dark disease. What he couldn't perforce understand was the timing. It was far too... convenient. Someone here was playing puppetmaster. Think, think, think- He hadn't noticed before this point, but he could make out the acid tang of fear even despite the overwhelming scent of blood. It was faint, very faint, they probably did not know he was a vampire at all, merely (ha! to have half a chance to be merely) a murderer but he was suddenly given the most god-awful instinct to roar and bare his fangs. Or he assumed roaring. It might have been a hiss, a scream - just something. He shook his head to clear it. "Your propensity with fire would prove useful here," Tahamul pointed out remembering the temperature control spell. He had seen the elf straining, but with what little he knew of magic he suspected it was to keep it contained - fire was a finicky element, prone to large, flashy displays. The vain element, he remembered a tutor calling it. It was a testament to control that the spell had merely raised the temperature a few degrees in so small an area. He would have wished to offer more advice but something sailed through the air and Tahamul watched with some amazement as it fell, as if in slow motion, upon him. He 'oof'd', not quite comprehending what was happening as the stone smashed into his head, leaving a bloody rent above his eye. He clapped a hand to it and took it away sticky with his own blood. |
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