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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 11:37:33 GMT 2
She moved out of his way without a word and carefully massaged some shampoo into her soaked raven mane while waited to have the water again. It amazed her somewhat that such a modern set up apartment only had one shower head.
He pressed her to tell him what she was not saying. With a light laugh, she shrugged her shoulders. This new found kindness toward her felt odd, and it was taking some getting used to.
"It's nothing. I was just curious about the details of what I'm doing. No worries."
She explained in a rather cheerful tone, further proving that he had satasfied her concerns minutes before. Once he removed himself from the water, she quickly took it again to rinse her hair.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 11:51:53 GMT 2
Daken nodded to her as she let him know exactly what she was thinking, and he pondered it for only a few seconds before he spoke, having already played this through countless times in his head. He knew exactly how this would and that it would go flawlessly one way or the other.
"Right before I met you, I found my father for the first time, as well as whom is apparently my sister, that psycho little girl that attacked me during my costume party. All my life I had heard what a monster he was and how invincible he was... But I broke him. His father instincts will be his downfall. Just convince him that I am the way I am because of my troubled childhood without a father figure, that I want to mend our family bonds and all that crap. I have set up the dominoes... You just have to give 'em a push."
Daken instructed her with the very simple, yet disturbingly cruel details. He was planning on twisting his fathers mental and emotional stability and use it to his advantage. Fooling him into believing that he cared about him just to take what he needs, which he was probably going to use to kill the very man that gave him life. But in Daken's eyes, such a debt was no longer owed. The man may have given him life, but he tried to take it away already, so that warranty had been voided long ago. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 13:49:07 GMT 2
To a woman who had killed her loving family and felt no regrets, his intentions toward his own father did not bother her in the least. In fact, she was extremely honored that he was allowing her to help him carry out such a plan. She nodded, moving out of the water again to condition her locks. So far, everything seemed simple enough. Hell, it sounded easy.
"So, convince him you want to fix things, and all that, then call you to the scene for a loving family reunion?"
She questioned, ending with a joke. She dipped her head back under the water to rinse her hair again as soon as she was done speaking, and closed her eyes. After this, she would be ready to go and do whatever else he had in mind for the day, being willing and free to do his bidding at the moment.
Once finished, she stepped out and grabbed herself a towel. Then, she peeked back to see if he was finished himself, or if he would stay and enjoy the hot water for a while longer.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 21:50:03 GMT 2
Daken just nodded to her as she went over the basics of the plan again, watching her rinse her hair before she stepped out and grabbed a towel for herself. He turned the water off and shook his entire body like a dog to rid himself of the excess water, then followed her out. Grabbing another towel for himself, he walked out of the bathroom as he did a quick rub down to dry himself off, then wrapped it around his waist to cover his goods from her greedy eyes. He would then head toward the back end of the loft where the bed and closet were, stepped into the large walk-in.
Reaching up to guide the racks of clothing from one side to the other as he sorted through the large collection, he decided to stick something simple, grabbing under garments along with jeans and a t-shirt. Though he would only wear the first piece of attire for right now, and set the other two down on a shelf after folding them neatly. Daken left the closet and went over to the bed, slinging the towel around his shoulders before he pulled on the one piece of attire and sat on the edge of the bed. Clearly, he was hoping to sleep. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 20, 2011 22:08:56 GMT 2
With everything that they had done in that one, extremely busy night, she was beyond the point of tired by now. As soon as she had stepped out and dried herself, her hair taking, by far, the most effort, she tossed the towel into the hamper. She saw no point in dressing, as he had fully explored her by now. So, she elected to sleep nude, it was far more comfortable for her anyway.
Then, she crawled into the massive bed to lay on what had become, at least from what these last few days had told her, her spot. With her back to him, she laid on her side and quickly drifted off.
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By the time they had finally fallen asleep, the clock had read 8 am. Now, at 3pm, she would slowly rouse. Awake, but not bothering to move or open her oddly colored eyes, the beauty began to collect the energy to get up.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 20, 2011 22:35:22 GMT 2
As soon as she lied down, Daken would follow suit by walking over to throw his own towel in the hamper before be came back to lay down also. Not a word was exchanged between them as they fell asleep individually, even though they were in the same bed.
By the time Salem would wake up, she would be greeted by the smell of a hearty, home cooked meal. Daken had awoke an hour prior and was dressed in the plain outfit that he had picked out before they slept. The faded blue jeans were slim fitting and his T-shirt was white with a few small, red stains scattered around it. The shirt spray painted words in black, the front reading "Revolution!" and the back reading "Down with their kind!" Since there were no jokes to be had among it, nor was it the hip new style, it was clearly a shirt that had been worn at an anti-mutant rally, which could explain how Daken had it in his possession only after ruining it with red stains.
Daken's ears perked as as heard her shuffle around on the bed, hearing her waking, but he did not acknowledge it. Instead, he would wait until she got up and came to the other end of the apartment to the kitchen. He was cooking some stuff on the skillet and there were already two trays set up with several tiny dishes on each one. Looking like a mini buffet, there were five dishes total on each plate right now, each dish only containing a few bites worth. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 21, 2011 6:59:10 GMT 2
The smell of the food made her stomach growl faintly. It smelled amazing, what was it? She could hear the sounds of metal scrapping a pan, and the soft crackle of flames from a gas stove licking at a pan. It was all soft, especial to someone who did not possess superior senses, but she could hear it, none the less. Was he cooking breakfast?
Through half opened lids, Salem peeked out at the room around her. Shifting on the mattress, she rolled over onto her back. Her eyes focused on the mass, which had lost its form as the trench coat and had re-collected up into the ever moving thing that now floated there at the foot of the bed.
She stared at it for a few minutes, watching it writhe. It seemed that she was stuck with it, as it had not vanished from her loss of thought toward it.
She pulled herself up, the sheet she had been covered with fell down to her waist, which exposed her bust to the empty area around her. she noticed a soreness in her forearms, and a strong itching sensation beneath her skin. Her attention turned to her arms, which she was shock to find slightly swollen and reddish.
For the first time in her life, she could feel the spikes within as if they were a foreign object embedded inside her. They were, absolutely, annoying. There was no point in suffering that feeling anymore than she had to.
She made her way to the bathroom and spread a towel out on the counter beside the sink, then, she commanded her mass to form a sharp knife. Carefully, she began to dig deep into her forearms over the sink itself, ignoring the horrific pain that came with it, save for a few soft gasps. Her blood poured out in vast amounts, but she refused to let the mass heal her yet. There was no way in hell she was keeping them in with them irritating her like that.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 21, 2011 7:24:55 GMT 2
Daken would continue cooking for a few minutes more, finishing up the meat that was in the pan. Turning off the stove, he dished the small amount evenly between two tiny dishes and placed those dishes on the trays that were already prepared. Giving it a once-over to make sure all looked well, he heard something much more different than the typical noises one makes when waking. It sounded familiar, like whenever he brutally stabbed people and pulled their innards out. Sniffing the air, he caught the scent of plenty of blood, yet there was also a giant mass of blood residing in his living space now, so that did not surprise him.
Walking into the bathroom, he look at Salem, watching her mutilate her own arms with the weapon made of blood. It seemed rather redundant, and insane, but he was sure that she had her reasons. He would silently inspect for a moment before he raised his arm to extend the two claws, speaking with an amused tone.
"I am hurt. If you were looking to be violently maimed, you know I would be happy to help."
He offered his 'assistance' with a sadistic smirk, making a joke out whatever it was she was doing to herself. He did not know why she was doing it, but she seemed intent in her cause and he knew it would not kill her, so there was really no harm in doing so. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 21, 2011 7:38:48 GMT 2
"My body was rejecting the spikes. They were getting on my nerves."
She explain in a tone that was far too calm and casual for what it was she was doing to herself. She showed no signs of pain what so ever now that she was focused on her work. She slipped her delicate fingers down into the split flesh and fished around for the spike in that arm. Yes, it hurt like hell, yes, she felt it all. The spike inside even cut her fingers as she pulled it out with a good bit of force. That, had hurt quite a bit as well. However, just like everything else, she saw no point in reacting to it.
After she got the thing out, she sat it down on the towel. The six inch spur sat blooded on the towel, a morbid thing for all to look upon. It would have seemed as if she had ignored his joke, but she had just been working. Now, with a moment of free time, she unacknowledged it. In the mirror, her grey hues peeked out from beneath her mess of unruly curls to watch his face.
"If you want to help, Daken, I have another arm."
She said coldly, grinning a humorless grin. As the words slipped from her lips, she had held her blood stained arm out toward him as if offering it to him. The other that lay splayed open, was swiftly healed by the mass now that she had finished with it.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 21, 2011 8:10:34 GMT 2
Daken grinned as she mentioned that she was cutting out her spikes, the whole idea of it bringing him great joy. She most likely just wanted to get rid of them because they bothered her and were uncomfortable, and this was the easiest option. But to Daken, there was a much deeper meaning that proved how savage she had become. As soon as something became useless, the moment it began to annoy her, she resorted to bloody violence to cut it out of existence. It was exactly how Daken handled most things, and this made her stand out even more to him.
When Daken offered him her other arm, he laughed softly for a moment, not thinking she would actually let him, yet his lack of hesitation was almost alarming. Grabbing her wrist with his right hand, the claw of his left hand dug deep into the flesh of her forearm, stopping only when it scraped bone, then he dragged it forward, tearing nearly all of the flesh off the underside of her arm in a single second. The action was so brutal and forced that it knocked the claw out also, which fell to the ground along with much of her skin and blood.
Retracting the claw, he grinned up at her as if he had done a flawless job and had done exactly as she asked. Granted, he could have done so in a much neater and far less painful manner, but he certainly enjoyed doing it this way, and it was a hell of a lot faster than her own method. He then twirled his finger around in the air as he walked out of the bathroom and back toward the kitchen.
"I will have the henchman clean this up. Breakfast awaits." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 21, 2011 9:21:55 GMT 2
Both reasons applied for her. They were annoying, they were farther defiling her perfect image because they had started to make her swell. And, just as he had hoped, they were utterly useless to her now, and pointless to keep in her arm. At the moment, she had no choice for her bloody methods. However, he was correct in how she handled useless things. If a person had no farther worth in her eyes, she saw no point in keeping them. This had been her reasoning this morning for agreeing that those women needed to die. Without the boy, they had no purpose, and it seemed too cruel to let them suffer his loss. At least, that was what she told herself. In reality, she had enjoyed killing them after they had finished their group fun with the two.
She was surprised by his lack of hesitation, though she did not recoil from him in the least when he grabbed her. The first cut did little to phase her, and the naked beauty remained silent. She watched as he tore through her arm and ripped the flesh away, the spike fell to the floor with the large flap of skin that had also been viciously removed as well. She winced, emitting a loud gasp at the feeling before she was able to stop herself, her teeth dug into her bottom lip to quiet herself. She was ashamed of herself for reacting to it, but she did manage not to attempt to jerk away as her natural instincts urged her to do. The pain was nearly overwhelming, she managed to get through it without much more of a reaction, only because of just how quick it was. It lingered, but it was not as harsh as the actual removal had been.
She stared down at the pile of her flesh on the floor, then glanced up at her arm which it had fallen from. Seeing her bone, she gave off what was possibly the most insane and unexpected reaction someone could have had...She laughed. It amused her to see her bone, she was entertained by the brutality he had displayed as he 'helped' her with the task. She even thought herself sick for such a reaction. More blood flew from the mass, and it healed her up again. The blood collected in the wound, and seemed to crawl as it was quickly absorbed and forced her muscle to regrow, reforming the flesh that had been taken away. After a few seconds, her skin grew up in tendrils over it from all directions and swiftly covered it. It was perfect, and looked as if nothing had happened at all. To this, she had a similar reaction and chuckled. This new ability of hers was interesting, to say the least.
The mass that followed her had decreased in size. Originally, it looked to be about 5 feet in length and height, and now it looked to be about 4. She made note of this, but said nothing about it to him. Surely, he would see it as well if he were paying attention at all.
She felt no anger toward him for the method in which he had used. She had asked for his help, and she knew that he was not going to be gentle in doing it. At least she had been allowed to keep her arm, after all.
"I would suggest telling them to be extra careful, or you might have to replace them."
She joked, speaking of how toxic her blood was still. It's effects had weakened, but in this large of an amount, it surely could kill if someone were exposed to it. She bent down and pulled the spike from the pile, and placed it on the counter beside the other. Then, she washed her hands.
She was still naked, though she was at her most comfortable this way, she knew it was time to dress. She made her way to his closet and borrowed a pair of black boy-shorts she had found in his collection of females' clothing, a black tank top, and a pair of black shorts. There had not been a bra which she could fit into. The outfit clung to her form tightly, and the shorts rode up far more than they should have. The tank top, pulled up by her massive bust, exposed part of her toned stomach for him to view. She did not plan to leave the house in this attire, but it would do for now.
She then made her way to the other end of his suite where she expected to find him.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 21, 2011 9:37:54 GMT 2
Daken had left her to return to the kitchen as she cleaned up and got dressed, which did not take too long. Although she would not hear it, he chuckled at the idea of the bellman cleaning up the blood and dying from it. Salem then walked over to the kitchen to meet him, his ears letting her know that she was approaching. He slipped one hand under each of the trays, lifting them up and balancing them carefully as he turned to face her, then stopped abruptly. Seeing her standing there in the tiny articles of clothing that barely covered her body, a wide grin swept over his features. Without making any attempt to hide his intentions, he looked her up and down slowly for several seconds before he spoke.
"Please, take a seat."
Daken said as he nodded his head toward the living room, noting for her to sit down and relax so he could give her what he had prepared. Not to mention, he wanted to ensure that she walked in front of him so that he could admire every angle of her body in the skimpy attire, but he knew that she could tell he was thinking exactly that. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 21, 2011 11:51:35 GMT 2
She saw him with the trays and stared on curiously. Apparently, he was going to carry her food for her. How sweet, was he trying to spoil her for the day because of the task he wanted her to do? She would not complain, either way. Though she was the independent type for the most part, it was nice to be taken care of every once and while. When he turned, he stopped quickly and looked her over.
A faint shade of crimson graced her beautiful features as she watched him, bluntly, inspect her. She grinned mischievously at him, and narrowed her eyes. She had caught on quickly that he enjoyed costumes and little outfits. It had not been her original intention to tease him in such a way, but she could see where this might just lead to some fun later in her future.
He asked her to take a seat, and motioned toward the living room. she obeyed without a word and walked on ahead of him. Deciding to give him just a bit of a show, and tease him more, she gave a playful sway to her hips and popped her rear out as she went. The black, lacy fabric of her underwear peeked out just barely from beneath her shorts due to the shortness of them. She glanced back at him a few times over her shoulder, watching him to see his reaction because she knew that he was staring at her.
She took a seat on the couch in the center of the room and shot him a playful smirk, saying nothing.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 21, 2011 12:04:06 GMT 2
Daken obviously watched her as she walked past, moving her lower body around to purposely taunt and tease him, his eyes locked onto her flawless form. Following her, he remained close behind and waited until she sat down before he leaned down and moved his arm over to rest the tray upon her lap. There were six tiny dishes of various foods, as well as a few small portions of different sauces, a traditional Japanese style of eating. He then sat down on the couch beside her and placed the other tray on his own lap.
"I hope you like it."
Daken said with a hint of a slight smile before he picked up chopsticks and began eating, picking up a few different pieces and dipping them in one of the sauces before placing it into his mouth. There were chopsticks on her tray as well, along with a fork, unsure if she knew how to use the traditional eatery of his people, or if she simply preferred the more simple method of a fork. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 21, 2011 12:23:45 GMT 2
She crossed her slender legs right before he placed the tray in his lap, and smiled a genuine thank you up at him. The mass had followed, and she gave it a glare. It seemed that, unless given a specific task, it stayed within three feet of her at all times while she controlled it. The honest truth was, it was annoying the hell out of her. She would wait to even attempt dismissing it, though, unsure just how it would go. She did not want to stain his apartment with anymore blood than she already had.
He had taken a seat next to her on the couch, and spoke with a faint smile. She spoke up in a soft tone.
"It all looks amazing. Thank you."
She said honestly,picking up the fork to try it. Salem had, unfortunately, never learned to use chop sticks. So, she was far more comfortable with the simple fork.
She ate silently with her usual table manners for a few minutes. Clearly, she was enjoying the food. She stopped for a moment and glanced over toward him.
"If you don't mind, I need to leave for a bit. The rent on my room is due today. After that, I'll be all yours for the day."
She stated, then she returned to the delicious meal.
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