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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 17, 2011 12:00:17 GMT 2
They would continue walking for a while, with several moments of silence between them as they each thought to themselves about different things. Daken would only respond when she asked where he got the coat, arching a brow as he looked over at her and the coat that she now wore. He then looked skyward for a few seconds before shrugging, answering her.
"I never caught his name."
He said, unintentionally revealing to her that he owned clothes that were not just from busty, female bimbos. Hey, men needed love too! But they gotta' pay... |
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Post by viviana on Oct 17, 2011 12:11:43 GMT 2
"At least you can fit in other people clothes."
She said with a playful pout. Because of her above average measurements, Salem had to make almost all of her outfits. The jacket she wear now beneath his own could not be fully zipped due to her bust. This was the reason she was such a skilled tailor, she had to be.
She looked down at the trench coat, trying to take in every detail of it that she could see. She wanted to play with the mass, see what all she could do with it. Since he had put his coat on her, he only wore his shirt.
"I want to try something."
She warned so he would not freak out on her. She focused on the blob that writhed behind them, and it moved toward him slowly. If he would allow it, it would wrap about his body the way the coat had been wearing had done. It would mimic the fabric in fit, and would harden to the feel of the leather as well.
It did not look quite as nice as the one draped over her, but the red leather looking coat did still carry a certain charm. She was sure if she played with it more, she could make it look better.
"Well, I think I just found a way to blend in with it, if I can't get rid of it."
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 17, 2011 12:23:45 GMT 2
Daken continued pacing forward, until she stated that she wanted to try something, stopping as he turned to look at her. He watched curiously as the blood moved toward him, sniffing the air to make sure she was not trying to fool him. Upon sensing no ill intent, he stayed still, letting her do as she wished, only to see her form what appeared to be a ruby patent leather coat on him. He looked up and down it before looking at her.
"I am wearing myself. I feel like a masochistic Buffalo Bill..."
He muttered in annoyance, sniffing again, the blood which composed the jacket being made up of nothing but his own blood. He then faced forward again, crouching slightly as he held his arms at an angle at his sides, popping his claws out to face forward. Snarling dangerously in front of him where nothing was, it was clear that he was practicing for a new persona.
"Fear me! For I am, the coat hanger of death!" |
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Post by viviana on Oct 17, 2011 12:36:41 GMT 2
She chuckled softly at his first joke, even though she could tell that it annoyed him. Hey, he made her do it! If he had not attacked her, she would not have yanked his blood out.
She watched him curiously as his attention turned forward and he held his arms at an angle. Then, he popped his claws out and snarled. Her right eyebrow arched, having no idea what the hell he was doing. Then, he made a statement that she could not help but laugh at.
"Oh my gawd! Don't hurt me!"
She said, bursting with laughter. She was obviously joking around with him. This was the first time she had seen his sense of humor without it being violently directed at something. This, along with the way he had treated her when he put his jacket over her and his arm around her, was a new side of him.
It was completely different from the man she had gotten to know so far, yet, it somehow fit perfectly. She admired him, though she would likely never say it aloud.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 17, 2011 12:48:47 GMT 2
Daken heard her laughing loudly, and although he was amused to, he retracted the claws and just waved a hand carelessly in her direction. A "meh" sound would follow her laughter as if to blow off the fact that it was funny, but his demeanor was different and he was not trying to hide it, but was instead playing along in a sarcastically displeased way.
He would then continue walking forward for another minute or two until he turned the corner around the first tall building that they had reached, sniffing the air frantically. There was a group of five males who were clearly drunk, likely having been out partying all night and they were stumbling together down the street, some of them more sober than others. His eyes squinting, he stared down the empty street, raising his right arm to point forward, his voice more serious now. Of course, the serious tone did not help a lot when testing out his new code name for her. He had plenty of ideas for what it could be, but he had to test them out in real speech, so that they would sound better.
"There you go, Mother Nature." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 17, 2011 13:11:39 GMT 2
She followed along silently as he went forward after his little joke. they had reached the city again, and it was quiet for the most part due to the late hour of three in the morning. She saw the group of males as soon as Daken pointed them out to her in his weird way. For a moment, she just stood staring at him in a curious, and dumb struck manner.
"Did you...Did you just make a period joke?"
She questioned, laughing softly as she asked. Whatever answer he gave, if any, would be ignored for the moment as thee five men came with what was, apparently, her range. Four of them felt normal, but one stood out. He just so happened to be in the middle. In a hushed tone, she asked.
"How far away would you say the one in the green shirt is?"
She had no idea why she had quieted her voice, but it felt right at the time. The male in question was tall, seemingly twenty two or around there in age. He had short blond hair and a very well tanned complexion. He was a gorgeous youth, and he was the only one that stood out the same way Daken did to her. For whatever reason, the others just did not seem appealing.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 17, 2011 13:21:45 GMT 2
"Nope."
Daken would utter the very second she asked if he made a period joke, his answer coming out honest and stern, albeit bluntly lying. His eyes never left the group of men, and soon he realized that her attention was heavily on them as well as she questioned how far they were. His response would not be what she was looking for, but would instead be one of only two ranges of distance that ever crossed his mind when trying to kill: close enough and not close enough.
"Not close enough."
Daken said, his hands tensing for a moment as if her were subconsciously preparing to pop out his claws and tear them all to shreds. But instead, he relaxed and stepped back two steps, placing him just behind her. He stuck his hands in the pockets of the jacket instinctively, looking down as he felt it and snickering softly, then looked back up, grinning at her with amusement of the whole situation.
"Go get 'em, Fiveday." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 17, 2011 21:44:45 GMT 2
She glared at him playfully.
"You're an ass."
She said, knowing full well he was lying about what the joke had really meant. While his new nicknames were getting annoying rather quickly, she did see the humor in them. That last one she did not understand, having not been a fan of television. She would have never seen the episode of South Park he was referring to. In the cartoon, Mr. Garrison says 'I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.' Yes, it had been another joke about blood and periods. Somehow, she had gathered that much.
"You're the one wearing it."
She teased, obvious that she was just playing as well by her tone.
She turned her attention to the man in green and focused on the sensation he emitted. While she did this, she lost the control over the jacket Daken wore, and it reformed behind her into the mass again. Where they stood was dark, so the moving blob was not visible to the group.
In seconds, the man in green burst from his chest. She had no use for the others, she wanted him. Instead of flying to join the mass, she willed the blood to split in four spear like objects and they each shot through the heads of the 'extra' men.
Their deaths were quick, and they would not have had time to scream. The other man was not going to be so lucky. She had not drained him completely, deciding she wanted to enjoy him for a bit.
As he lay on the ground, near the point of black out, she casually strolled toward him.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 17, 2011 21:58:29 GMT 2
Daken could do nothing more than laugh when she said that he was wearing what he had been joking about, so he decided that the joke wore hand ended at a stalemate. Soon, the jacket removed itself from him and joined the mysterious mass that followed her. He glanced at it, but then looked forward to watch as Salem attacked the group of men, leaving only her initial victim alive, if barely, heading toward him.
"Ooh, this is going to be sexy."
Daken said in a joking, yet sickly amused tone, following a few feet behind her. As he walked, he reached his right arm out to poke the blob a few times, wondering if it just followed her or was alive and sentient. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 17, 2011 22:54:59 GMT 2
The mass seemed unaffected by his touch, and his finger would push into it with the poke. The temperature inside the constantly moving thing would be close to that of a regular human body. When and if he removed his finger, he would find that it was clean, and all the blood had remained in the mass.
She lost interest in Daken for the moment, all of her attention would go to the male on the ground. The hole in his chest where she had tore his blood out was slowly pouring what remain of his life force.
A small amount of blood slipped up and covered his mouth, not allowing him to speak or scream. He would be silent, and it would allow her more time to play with him. She fed some blood back into him to heal him, careful to keep him weak. He pulled himself up, staring at her in shock of what was happening to him.
Two blood spikes would impale the tops of his feet, pinning them to the ground. Two more would push through his palms and anchor him to the concrete as well. All four bent, making it nearly impossible for him to pull free. He howled in pain, to which Salem only giggled.
Three smaller spikes exited the mass and it decreased slightly in size from their loss. Two of the spikes would pierce straight through his chest and exit through his back. The third began to very, very slowly crawl through the flesh of his stomach. He was screaming in agony against the blood that covered his mouth. She wanted to take her time with it, she wanted to watch him suffer.
Though she would not voice it yet, Daken would surely pick up on her sadistic mood switch from torturing the man. She was quickly becoming turned on by it.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 18, 2011 9:18:20 GMT 2
Daken stepped over to the side and leaned back against the side of the building that they were near, crossing his arms over his chest. He only glanced at the man slightly, purely to see what she was capable of doing, but he has no reaction to how far she was taking it. Instead, he yawned and turned to look at her, his face blank with boredom.
"You are a creepy one."
He said when he noticed how into this she was, lifting his left hand to look at the back of it, then flipping it over as he curled his fingers into his palm, inspecting his nails. He was a good looking dude and needing to keep himself trimmed all pretty and proper like. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 18, 2011 9:53:28 GMT 2
Twenty minutes later...
Sure, this had to be boring enough for him. After all, he did not get to be involved at all. She decided to finish it, not because she was done, but because she did not want to bore him. The reality was, Salem would have gladly kept torturing him till near death and healing him again and again all night.
This new ability, it opened the door to possibilities that she had only dreamed of before. Never could she just keep going like this till she was actually bored with it. She did not need to carry tools with her, either. She could simply create anything her dark heart decided for the job!
It needed to end though, sadly. She pulled the blood from the broken man's flesh, leaving an extremely pale corpse with an inch wide hole in its chest to tumble to the ground. She was upset that it had to end, but incredibly excited for the possibilities of the next victim.
"Do you have any idea how awesome you are, Daken?"
She questioned, her tone of voice similar to that of a teen who had just received their very own car. In a way, that was a very good comparison. He had given her a tool, though unknowingly, that she could truly use. Salem was far too grateful to Daken for this, it was the best gift she had ever been given!
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 18, 2011 10:21:10 GMT 2
The entire time that she was enjoying herself with the man, Daken made nothing of it. He was so use to death that it was no less impacting in how his day went than the difference between eating Captain Crunch or Boo Berries for breakfast. Either way, the roof of his mouth would heal and he would be perfectly fine and it would make no difference to how he felt. Killing... Death in general... It was so overplayed. Everyone made it out to be such a big, important thing, when countless people died every day. People complained about someone being a monster for killing, or claiming that their innocent child could never murder someone. The latter in particular always made Daken laugh, because they did not realize how easy it was to kill someone. It took no thought, no strain, and it was over in seconds.
Since death was not something important enough for him to think about, he spent the twenty minutes cleaning his cuticles and pondering his plans. He had so many perfect situations scattered all over the place, so all he had to do was line them up. Once he did, he could approach the most simple plot and tip it over, and the domino effect would let everything else fall perfectly into place. As he thought about everything, his ears then perked as he heard her speak to him, lifting his head.
"Mm? Oh. Yes. Yes I do."
He said with a nod before pushing himself off away from the building. He then walked forward as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He would turn his head to look at her over her shoulder as he casually stepped over the mangled corpse as if it were nothing more than some garbage in the street. His voice was calm and alluring, questioning the woman. He knew that power was everything and changed what people could do. It opened doors and knocked down barriers. When she nearly died tonight, she cleared hurdles, and he wanted to know where her mile markers and finish line were.
"What are your goals now?" |
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Post by viviana on Oct 18, 2011 10:37:57 GMT 2
"Hmmm."
She pondered his question for the moment. She had not had the chance to think it over yet, really. Before she had not had many goals in life. While this had opened the door to so many things, she was not sure how it would help with what she did desire.
"I want to gain perfect control of this."
She gestured toward the mass, then went on.
"I want to remain beautiful, I want my art to get noticed."
She paused, her next answer surely would annoy him, but she was not going to lie.
"Mostly, I just want to have fun."
Her answers had seemed trivial at best, but it was honest. Salem lived each day simply to enjoy herself. Nothing more, nothing less. She scanned his face in vain, not expecting any sort of reaction, but it never hurt to look.
The various objects scattered through the corpse lifted and collected into the mass that followed her. For now, she wasn't going to conceal it.
She shifted where she stood, crossing her slender arms under her bust. The truth was, she was barely aware what he wanted in life. She was sure he would not give any real answer, but there was no harm in asking, was there?
"And yours?"
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 18, 2011 10:48:45 GMT 2
Daken listened closely to what she had to say, nodding after each of her statements to acknowledge her. Even when she stated that she just wanted to have, he clearly did not care too much about that last one, but he smiled at her anyway, letting her know that he approved of the rest. She wanted to master her bloody power and remain beautiful, which were the two that struck Daken as the most important, as it was the exact same as himself. Of course, they were on completely different levels in terms of those ideas.
He had mastered his power, and although he would not complain about gaining more in a freak mutation, he was strong enough to do whatever he wanted, and that was good enough. He also knew that he would never age, never have to worry about scars, never be mutilated... He would remain as perfect as he was right now, forever, as far as he knew. Thus, it was not something that he ever worried about. Although if something ever did happen that made him hideous, he would probably go mad and kill everyone around, and then himself.
When she asked what his own goals were, he looked forward, his head tilted back slightly to look into the sky in the distance as he continued walking forward down the sidewalk. He would be quiet for half a minute before he spoke, a genuine smile upon his face that was so honest and kind, that it was eerie and frightening when on his face.
"If all goes well tomorrow... First I will make sure your art becomes famous, then I will take you along with me while I handle the rest. How does that sound?" |
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