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Qarex

Posted: Sat, Sep 18 2010, 10:49 AM

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Joined: 06 Apr 2008

// I am simply writing a little short OOC introduction to you guys so you know what you get. This topic will make as much sense as an insane man sees reality. This is for all those poor guards who has to enter his cell and what they would see, or perhaps someone drawn to the mysterious sounds coming from the dungeon. If you have any questions you can pm me regarding them and posting replys in here is much welcome. HOWEVER I want IC replies.. other things can be taken through pm's. Thank you, and enjoy! I will post more the once in this one too.
PS. there might be some gory detailed stories in this, so read at your own risk.

Vaster looked out through the imaginary window on the far side of the cell. He could see green fields, red skies.. it was all coming together.. it was all there. Hort had left him there with his hands clapsed behind his back and his twisted mind, maybe an houre ago, or two? It did not matter.. He was not alone anyway, the voices were there. They told him things he did not want to hear, but how can one escape a voice that is carved into him like a foul scar mocking you with it's existance?

There was no point in ignoring them, they would only scream louder and louder.. and louder. It hurt.... he hurt... she hurt.. they were hurting. He could feel his bones turn to dust in his body, it was something in the air. Vaster inhaled the air of captivity, it was foul. Standing two days straight, just staring through the window of his soul, the red skies burnt of hatred, the green fields blackened and rot along with his soul.

There were two rabbits.. white.. cute... fluffy. They caught eachother in the corner of their eyes, their black eyes turning red, their spines almost bursting out from their backs as they charged eachother. Claws grew out, teeth shown as they attacked, tearing eachother to pieces. Giving out screams of agony and pain as their white and fluffy fur was torn apart by the relentless attacks. They were no longer rabbits.. they weren't cute. The blood coloured their once white fur into dark red. The battle lasted not long, but for Vaster, it seemed like days. There was never a pause and never any breath to be taken. The two beasts of his mind fought until they both were no more then piles of flesh and blood. They both screamed for what it was worth.. they sounded like the screams of a baby crying out for its parents, a burning building, the baby left in its crib as the mother screams in terror and in emotional pain, knowing her baby would die.. and there was nothing that could be done..

They were dying, and Vaster knew this.

He snapped out of it, turning towards the door, holding him away from everyone. Staring at it in silence.

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Vaster, Banite.

Qarex

Posted: Tue, Sep 28 2010, 0:43 AM

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Joined: 06 Apr 2008

// Even IF Vaster is now out from his cell, this is the past, all those days he spent in there. Still possible to make responses in here.

It was another day.. it had crept up on him like a hungry wolf on a wounded sheep. As the wolf burrowed it fangs in the sheeps neck, he awoke.. feeling his throat a bit as the pain was still there, as if the wolf never had let go.
Vaster sat up, he had collapsed and fainted after standing still in an upright position, his head pounding as the blood circulated and the voices screamed. They thirsted for blood and flesh, a mans heart ripped from his chest as it was infected with heartache, this served on a silver tray.
The window was gone, nowhere to be seen.. just Vaster and his empty cell.. and Olivia ofcourse. The child that was there with him, the guards ingored him when he spoke of her and kept denying her obvious existance.

Being only a child, Olivia wanted to play..

"I want to draw! I want to draw!"

She yelled.. but there were nothing to draw with.

"Blood! Use your Blood! Comon, I want to draw! Crush your hand, lets draw!"

There was no reason to hesitate.. Olivia was dying as his brain were rotting inside his skull, they were all dying. His right hand fisted up and turned into iron and slammed countless times down on his hand. There was no pain.. after a few hits he could feel some of his blood splatter on his face, his arm being nothing more then a bloody rag. He felt dizzy as the blood left him and sippered down on the ground. Olivia dipped her hands in the pool of blood that started to grow on the stone floor. Exhausted and dizzy, Vaster leaned against the barrel containing junk in his cell. His regenerative items hindered him from dying, to keep living in this prison of his, this torture. He could hear Olivia singing a song as she painted with his blood on the walls.

Everything is out of place, the pain finally broke the last barrier in his head and it felt like someone was sticking a spear through his arm into his head. The pain was intense and black spots covered his vision. His heart raced and his head pounded, Olivias singing echoed a thousand times over and over again in his head. He swayed back and forth in his sitting position as his mind was clouded with the pain of self-mending limbs through regeneration. His flesh moved like if worms crawled underneath his skin and the pain as if he was being eaten alive from the inside. Vaster just wanted to let it all go, die in the corner, perhaps even cry. But all he could hear himself do was to laugh, a laugh with no end. It echoed down the dungeon halls as he kept rocking forward and backwards, laughing and suffering.

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Vaster, Banite.

xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Tue, Sep 28 2010, 3:23 AM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
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*A faint noise would become audible as a green clad elf, taller then even most humans fades into view, leaning aginst the cell bars, his right hand through them, bent up, and his fingers rapping on the cold Iron that caged the captive.*

Thats right..... Come on now.... Wakie Wakie...

*A slight smile slides across the blue elf's face, spiky green hair falling lightly over his face, and the occasional scar on his cheek tearing open as he does so.*

Come on now..... Focus.... Just a little bit more...

*The elf watched the captive with deep blue eyes, as he tried to sooth him from his troubles, and bring him back to consciousness.*

Qarex

Posted: Mon, Oct 04 2010, 12:16 PM

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Joined: 06 Apr 2008

A dark red haze had clouded his vision for a bit, but as the voice reached his ear inside his helmet he twitched and the haze retreated back away from his sight. His hand almost completely regenerated, he casted a tired gaze towards the door.

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Thats right..... Come on now.... Wakie Wakie...

Was he awake? Another trick of his mind, or was that actually someone? Thoughts rushed through his head as he glared at the greenhaired thing by his door. In silence he observed it with only questions rushing about, mocking his brain because of the answers it did not contain.

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Come on now..... Focus.... Just a little bit more...

Vaster eyes the elfs blue eyes, would they still be blue if one ripped them out from his skull? Would they still be infected by hate eventhough if they were seperated from his body? For the first time in long, Vaster spoke in a normal tone, his cold and dark voice sent chills down his own spine.. it was his voice.. not the voices.. and where was Olivia? Who is Olivia?

"Focus... that we put into thought and judge by our own means. Came here.. see me.. why?"

His voice was tired and raspy from screaming and yelling. For the first moment in a long time, Vaster was actually present. The voices were silent, in interest of this one that appeared by his door. Why? Who knows..

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Vaster, Banite.

xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Tue, Oct 05 2010, 1:02 AM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
Location: H-Town Texas

*His index, middle, and ring finger rap repeatedly on the bar, sending a ringing down the hallway during the long pause the elf takes to stare at the being, and keeping in step with his words when he replies.*

Why?... That -is- the all encompassing question, is it not? From why is the sky blue, to why are we here. Why the gods command yet torment, why the world spins outside these walls without a care for the timeless sands that flow within them. Why lights produce shadows and why using a tree branch gives one that wonderful "holier then thou" inkling that grows beneath the base of ones toes. Why a blue Dragon is never struck by lightning, and why normal is one of the most -abnormal- things one can find...
*RapRapRap.*
But I do suppose it is common to wish to know -why-, I am here. Sadly it is one of the many -why-s I cannot yet share with you. Perhaps I can help you in your endeavor, however. You tell me why you have grown so bloodied and forgotten within the walls of living steel, and I will tell you my future bedtime story...

*RapRapRap...RapRapRap...*

Qarex

Posted: Tue, Oct 05 2010, 9:24 AM

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Vaster watched the being by the bars in silence. As its ring finger rap on the bar, he could see the waves of sound resonating in the air, causing the room to shiver. The blood on the walls were starting to dry and darkened. As the elf spoke the words were twisted by the voices in his head, he didn't hear words, only mumbling and mutilated words. Like a drunk who has had too many ales and was trying to praise to the gods in his last breaths before the alcohol would kill him, either that or the drunks heart stopping by the brutal beating by four men enraged by his behaviour. Mysteries.. there were too many of them on Amia.. a disease, a psychological disease that spread amongst all the shady characters of Amia, tearing holes in their persona for the sake of being unknown.

He twitched and heard the last words of the elf.

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Perhaps I can help you in your endeavor, however. You tell me why you have grown so bloodied and forgotten within the walls of living steel, and I will tell you my future bedtime story...

"Help.. me? Help me how? Help me when? Help me where?"

He gives out a dark chuckle and his helmet slips off, his eyes black as the night, his skin being grey and his hair long and pale white. He looked more like a undead, monster if you will, rather then a human. He blinks at the elf with a wide grin on his face, instead of teeth, he had sharp fangs that hungered to bite down in living flesh.

"Bloodied? ...Yes
Forgotten? ...No
You see, they never forget.. never ever."
He taps the side of his head with his armored finger.

"As for bedtime stories.. I don't have time to sleep.. too many things they want.. He wants.."
He draws a long breath.

"Do you like.. games?"
Vaster asked as a malicious grin appeared on his "face". Thought revolving around the elf, the walls, the blood. The voices screamed once more and Vaster flinched. He could feel his skin melting, like a leprous pealing off his skin to the very flesh and bone. But there were no pain, he just glared with his black eyes at the one rapping the finger on the bar. Amusing, he thought..

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Vaster, Banite.

xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Tue, Oct 05 2010, 12:18 PM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
Location: H-Town Texas

All things are forgotten once they are swallowed by the sands of time, or locked within their confienments for say.... Eternity?

And whom, if I may ask, is"He"? The one who put you here? And perhaps, I may humor you this eve... I will admit, it is rather unorthodox to play games with prisoners, however I fear that I may be the last face you ever see again....

*His fingers stop rapping, and his hand looms mockingly from within the bars.*

Qarex

Posted: Tue, Oct 05 2010, 12:37 PM

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Joined: 06 Apr 2008

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Vasters skin changes colour back to a healthy skincolour and the darkness in his eyes sippers back into his pupil, leaving eyes with white irises glaring at the elf. Vaster tilts his head at him before opening his mouth a bit, then closes it again as if he just stopped himself from speaking. His eyes looked at the elf for a moment in silence before he would produce a dark chuckle.

"You really don't know who I am.. do you? He... is Bane."

Vaster would smirk, no fangs, just perfect and white teeth, smirking at the elf as the eyes glistened. He reached around and held his cloak visible to the elf, on it was the mark of Bane.

"And.. as for being the last face I'll ever see.. well, you're wrong."

He would pull his cloak over himself, movement could be seen underneath it, and after a few seconds there crept a little child out from underneath the cloak. The child would smile like many, then skip about in it's cell as the cloak sunk towards the ground.

A game mister! A game! My name is Olivia.. I made this! The child gesures to the wall painted with blood and giggles.

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Vaster, Banite.

ValkinMulgin

Posted: Tue, Oct 05 2010, 13:40 PM

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Joined: 18 Apr 2009
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*valkin sit in his study, he leans over his alter an a shimmering pool lays before him, he speaks the name Vaster, and thinks of the cell below tarkuul, an waits for the image to appear. From time to time valkin dose this trying to learn why he has been placed in a cell in the living city as he has yet to be informed such things must be questioned. shortly after valkin summons a skeleton and advises it ti take the prisoner a stick of chalk and a good meal*

// if i can make lore, spell craft or other skill chks to learn anything let me know an i will make the rolls and post them in a screen.

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xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Wed, Oct 06 2010, 1:09 AM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
Location: H-Town Texas

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*The elf takes a step back, removing his arm from the cell, and eying the being before him, starting to chuckle evily.*

Hah.... Hahahahahaaa... Let me guess... "Your tha new Dawk Impoceptor, here to bwing owur souws to tha dawk lowd?"

*He speaks mockingly, even taking the time to put on a fake sad face, puckering his lip out, attempting to portray a small ignorant child. This, however, soon fades to a snide, condescending and smug smile as he looks down his nose, into the cell.*

Tch... Im oh so scared.

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He would pull his cloak over himself, movement could be seen underneath it, and after a few seconds there crept a little child out from underneath the cloak. The child would smile like many, then skip about in it's cell as the cloak sunk towards the ground.

A game mister! A game! My name is Olivia.. I made this!

The child gestures to the wall painted with blood and giggles.

Hmph...

*The elf squats low on the balls of his feet, his elbows resting on his thighs, his curious, examining eyes at level with the girls.*

Well Miss Olivia... It's a pleasure, and what a lovely little piece indeed, but now where oh where could your banite friend have gone?

*He speaks in a warm, yet cautious voice to the girl, almost as if Vaster had actually left the cell.... But Zee knew better.*

Qarex

Posted: Tue, Nov 09 2010, 20:33 PM

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Joined: 06 Apr 2008

@ Valkin

Vaster would sit silently in a corner of the cell. His arms around his knees, rocking back and forth slowly as his helmet bobs like if he had no muscles in his neck. His dark voice would be heard as he speaks to himself in a low voice, however with no pauses or real tone to his words.. simply a blur of words and odd sentences.

"There is nothing I can do about it but how can I be so sure there must be some other way to get what I want but they will never stop and they will continue screaming at me without sense just rage I don't think I can take this anymore because there is nothing left of what is I there never was any I only us.."

Now Vaster pauses and looks around slowly, hearing the skeleton approaching the bars.. leaving him a stick of chalk and a meal. He watched the skeletons every movement, he imagened how odd it is to have a once living human amongst him.
His mind started to reverse the skeletons creation, seeing its flesh building up on it's white and grey bones. The green rotten flesh getting healthier and the maggots that surrounded him crawling backwards, spewing up the tissues they once ate. In front of him soon stood a human being, its eyes missing.. but it did not matter, it did not need them.
A small sound in the distance broke his minds concentration and the flesh and skin of the no-eyed humanoid melted into a puddle on the ground, sippering away though the bars in front of him.

When he snapped out from it, the skeleton would have been gone and him sitting there with the flies inspecting his food.

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@ xXxSuShiKunxXx

xXxSuShiKunxXx wrote:

Well Miss Olivia... It's a pleasure, and what a lovely little piece indeed, but now where oh where could your banite friend have gone?

The child smiles widely and giggles before she shrugs.

I think Mister V went away because he didn't want to speak with you..

Olivia smiles at first and then her face gets actually a bit serious, if not even frightened.

Either that or Mr. Mean took him away.. we don't like Mr.Mean, he does and says mean things.

She says with a slightly concerned face, then she brightens up once more and skips around the room, picking up a stick of chalk which had been hidden underneath a upside down bowl on the ground. She starts drawing on the ground, the lines are squiggly and her hand not very steady.. not much else one would expect from a child.

Why are you here mister?

She says and glances to Zee with a smile, but in the eyes of the child there hides something else, something vile

// Sorry guys for ttaking WAY too long to respond, I just got very tired of being active, but that is no exscuse.. so sorry.

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Vaster, Banite.

xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Tue, Nov 23 2010, 20:54 PM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
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// Sorry, no comp atm.

"Not speak with me? How crude of him, dont you think?"*The elf tilts his head to the side, throwing on a warm smile for the little girl, his smile soon turning to mild concern and a furrowed brow.*

"Mr. Mean? Now who might that be?"*He stares into the childs eyes, comparintg them to those of hin, human children, vampire children, shades, etc. almost as if trying to find a match, attempting to see past any illusion that they may provide a window through.*

"And myself? Im here because there is no better a person to help the paint peel with a glance. "*His voice is calm, his statement smooth, and coherent, yet somehow it still doesn't seem to fully register or make complete sense. No matter; His own deep blue eyes continue to stare deeply into the void that is Olivia's eyes.*

Qarex

Posted: Sun, Nov 28 2010, 11:44 AM

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xXxSuShiKunxXx wrote:

"Mr. Mean? Now who might that be?"

The child would then stop in its tracks and cast a few glances over it's shoulders, looking truly worried. After a short moment it would go on its knees and slowly creep on the floor, sitting down a short distance from the bars that kept it locked up.

xXxSuShiKunxXx wrote:

"And myself? Im here because there is no better a person to help the paint peel with a glance.

This "Olivia" then opened her mouth carefully and started to speak in a somewhat hushed tone.

I call him Mr. Mean 'cus he has a funny name.. but he's not funny.. he's mean.. he hurts me, and other people.. people who even hasn't done anything wrong.. Mister V says we're locked up here because of Mr. Mean. He- The child gets up slowly and her eyes opens wide, filled with fear. Its eyes going around the small cell quickly as if its eyes following something. Staggering backward to about the center of the room before looking straight at Zee and attempting to dart to the bars. But as the child took its first step, the leg seemed to have lost it's bonestructure and the child collapses on the ground. The child thing then gives out a final scream which turns into a dark and cold laugh as the body of the child alters back to the man that one would assume be Vaster. But there was something different about this one..

AAAAAAAH-Hahahahaa...

The man clad in Banite armor sat up slowly, tilting its head to the side which gave away a cracking sound, then glanced about.

Still trapped in here? I suppose they know what they a-

He notices Zee and a large grin forms on Vasters face.

A visitor, hrmm? How pleasant.. come to see the freakshow have we?

A cold chuckle comes from the sitting man before he gets up to his feet and brushes off his armor, then walks over to his cloak in the corned and tugs it back on.

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Vaster, Banite.

ValkinMulgin

Posted: Mon, Nov 29 2010, 14:22 PM

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Joined: 18 Apr 2009
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*valkin continues to scry an pay the occasional visit to the cell, he would question and take note on his condition, its personality's, he would also ask who each was, why there were hear, an if this was a rebirth of someone from the church of bane*

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xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Mon, Nov 29 2010, 22:34 PM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
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*Zee glances up at the green and black clad individual, and raises slowly from his squatting position, his eyes unwillingly straying to the spot where Olivia had been only moments before, and bows his head to her memory so lightly, and so briefly that it could easily be mistaken or overlooked.*

"How odd for you to use the word 'freakshow', no matter.... What is it thats gotten you trapped within -my- cell, hrm? Purging of women in purple? Who are you? And what has happened with the girl?"
*Zee stands a few more feet from the bars now as he had before, his eyes watching the man carefully, seemingly taking well practiced precautions against banites.*

Bella Rose

Posted: Tue, Nov 30 2010, 1:20 AM

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Joined: 16 Jun 2009

Cecilia couldn't help but interrupt.

"Because a 'freakshow' is all that he is." She announced, stepping further into view from the hall, it was a lucky second of right time and place to hear the two speak. The voices she recognized, but only one of the forms struck the memory of her visual sense.

Her hand extended out, individual fingers curling one by one on Zee's shoulder, knowing it would annoy him, so she did it anyway, pitch black blinking eyes looked between Zee and the prisoner.

"You don't mind too terribly much if I'm here?" She suspected the answer to be yes, but she had no intention of waiting a fraction of a second for a denial or confirmation. "Splended. I just wanted to say...hel--this is awkward. I heard he was here but..believe it? No, I don't think I believed it."

Her nervous rambling ceased, her stark white lips pursed in thought for a beat.
"Hello, old friend..." Her expressions trembled to a frown to reflect her own thoughts, then flattened to a controlled poker-face.

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Cecilia - Most evil 2011!

Qarex

Posted: Tue, Nov 30 2010, 8:03 AM

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@ SuShi & Bella

TaliaZalinNalla wrote:

"How odd for you to use the word 'freakshow', no matter.... What is it thats gotten you trapped within -my- cell, hrm? Purging of women in purple? Who are you? And what has happened with the girl?"

"Hrmm? Your cell?"

A dark chuckle comes from the man in the Banite amor, he turns and watches Zee carefully. One eye pitch black, the other being pure white.

"And as for the little girl, you should know better to think about her that way.. she is a creation, an old memory from this Vaster's mind. I disposed of Olivia for now, she will not bother this vessel for a while."

A wide grin forms on the mans face, but instead of teeth, he has shark-like fangs. One hand reaches up and he scratches his cheek a bit with the grin still on his face.

"Who I am, is however a good question.. I am what this mind locks away. He believes i am too dangerous.."

Laughs loudly and then dismisses the though with one arm.

Bella Rose wrote:

"Splended. I just wanted to say...hel--this is awkward. I heard he was here but..believe it? No, I don't think I believed it."

Her nervous rambling ceased, her stark white lips pursed in thought for a beat.
"Hello, old friend..." Her expressions trembled to a frown to reflect her own thoughts, then flattened to a controlled poker-face.

The menacing monster turns its eyes to Cecilia, the wide grin still there.

"Old friend... well, perhaps this 'Vaster' would referr to you that way.."

It makes a fake sad face and shakes its head slowly as he speaks with a mocking voice.

"But I'm afraid Vaster is not here.. he might be able to grab himself some time when I rest.. but now I am here.. Oh! Could perhaps one of you open the bars? I could need a breeze to clear the air of captivity."

The thing smirks, glancing about the cell for a second before turning its face back to Bella and Zee.

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Vaster, Banite.

Qarex

Posted: Tue, Nov 30 2010, 8:18 AM

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@ Talia

Depending on how often and how long Valkin would visit Vasters cell, he would be encountering a vast amount of humanoid persons, all with their own fuzzy story and slightly awkward behaviour. But all speaks of one dangerous being, hidden.. or even locked away.
The personalities that would stand out were three..

One being always in the form of a small girl at the age of 8. The child would act very much like all children would, however she would seem quite fearless.
The second one would be what most would believe to be Vaster himself, trying to explain to Valkin that his split personality-issues are actually evolving, taking their own shapes.. but that there is something else that is not a creation of his own mind.

A presence he could not explain, but resides in his mind, able to read his memories and feeds on insanity. A presence most foul.. and much likely very dangerous.

The third would sit and stare at Valkin, it never taking one consistant form, almost as if it couldn't decide what to look like..
Its personality would be sadistic, malicious and decieving. Every word spoken would be spoken in a tone that would make one believe he always knew a little more then he said.

As for reincarnation of an old Banite, Vaster would say it's most unlikely, olivia would stand clueless.. and the foul thing would only laugh and smirk.

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Vaster, Banite.

xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Tue, Nov 30 2010, 15:08 PM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
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Qarex wrote:

"Hrmm? Your cell?"

Yes, -my- cell. The living city is my home, and the cells are part of the living city, therefore you are in -my- domain.
*He steps closer to the bars as the sound of footsteps come down the hall. At first he keeps a trained eye on Vaster, but then:*

Bella Rose wrote:

"Because a 'freakshow' is all that he is." Her hand extended out, individual fingers curling one by one on Zee's shoulder, knowing it would annoy him, so she did it anyway, pitch black blinking eyes looked between Zee and the prisoner.

"You don't mind too terribly much if I'm here?"

*With that Zee winces in thought, his head turning slowly to face Cecilia, staring her down, as if setting her ablaze inside his head. He cringes slightly as her fingers dared to touch him, and with that he soon shows her as much acknowledgement as the dust in the corner of the cell, his focus once more on Vaster, listening to him speak.*

Qarex wrote:

"Who I am, is however a good question.. I am what this mind locks away. He believes i am too dangerous.."[/color]

Bella Rose wrote:

"Hello, old friend..." Her expressions trembled to a frown to reflect her own thoughts, then flattened to a controlled poker-face.

Qarex wrote:

"But I'm afraid Vaster is not here.. he might be able to grab himself some time when I rest.. but now I am here.. Oh! Could perhaps one of you open the bars? I could need a breeze to clear the air of captivity."[/color]

*For the first time since the start of the convorsation, Zee glances from Vaster to Cecilia.*

You know this fool? Well, who is he? And what ailment afflicts him so, that he believes himself something more than a monkey in the zoo?
*His attention snaps back to Vaster.*

Please, if you were anything but a dillusional fool then tell me, why does two inches of lead impede your passage? *His fingers rap on the bars once more, eyeing the man, tantalizingly prodding the tips of his fingers through the bars, as if daring the man to prove something.*

Bella Rose

Posted: Tue, Nov 30 2010, 19:54 PM

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xXxSuShiKunxXx wrote:

You know this fool? Well, who is he? And what ailment afflicts him so, that he believes himself something more than a monkey in the zoo?

"He's not a fool, anything but. I've suspected so long that this really is Vaster. The part that I know, I believe is little more than experimentation to reflect those he encounters. He gets by through feigning empathy for others, testing them, like I said...experimenting, until something penetrates those protective barriers that people keep.
Rest assured, that because you speak with him, he will find some way in enough time to disarm you. Too many people prepare themselves for physical threats, there are spells to protect the mental, but there isn't enough for the emotional kind. I've no doubt that in time, he will get what he wants. If he wants the cell to be opened, it will open."

Cecilia regarded the prisoner again. "There is nothing wrong with him, no ailments or 'condition'. He simply 'is'. Unlike so many people, he has no problem being anything, and contains no ego to get in his way. For what he is, he's....perfect. Isn't that right, monkey?"

She winced and refrained from saying anything else, observing him now with a hint of jealousy.

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Cecilia - Most evil 2011!

Qarex

Posted: Tue, Nov 30 2010, 21:24 PM

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Bella Rose wrote:

xXxSuShiKunxXx wrote:

You know this fool? Well, who is he? And what ailment afflicts him so, that he believes himself something more than a monkey in the zoo?

The being smirks as it tilts its head in an unnatural angle, the neck making some small bumps on the side of his throat.

"Monkey.. amusing nickname.. and it seems you have figured a lot out, Cecilia. You are indeed a clever girl, you would have gone far with the right guidance. Sorry to say, no one on this old Island will probably ever be able to give it to you.."

The neck pops back into place with a meaty and squishy sound. He scratches his cheek a bit, and while he does so.. his hair grows and it turns jet black. The eyes going red and his skin starts to pale, looking straight at Zee and Cecilia with a shine of curiosity, taking note of every movement, be it expression or limb.

As for being perfect.. well.. there are still a few loose ends, but they will be dealt with in time.

A long snake-like tounge goes out from its mouth and gently wipes its lips slightly as it is staring forward.

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Vaster, Banite.

Bella Rose

Posted: Wed, Dec 01 2010, 7:39 AM

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Joined: 16 Jun 2009

Qarex wrote:

"Monkey.. amusing nickname.. and it seems you have figured a lot out, Cecilia. You are indeed a clever girl, you would have gone far with the right guidance. Sorry to say, no one on this old Island will probably ever be able to give it to you.."

She frowned as sadness washed across her expressions, her featureless pitch black eyes winced again, but this time she kept her overly analytical thoughts to herself.

She continued to stare as he changed, the pale skin definitely catching her attention, presumably the same shade as her own--it was something she was unused to seeing on another being and by the arching of her colorless brows, one could tell. Her hand on Zee's shoulder relaxed and dropped to her slide, lightly clapping against her thigh.

Qarex wrote:

As for being perfect.. well.. there are still a few loose ends, but they will be dealt with in time.

"The nickname was only used because I knew it would not offend you." Her head sagged, or bowed would be a more fitting term from half a lifetime of habitual repetition. "Forgive me, it was very inappropriate."

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Cecilia - Most evil 2011!

P Three

Posted: Wed, Dec 01 2010, 14:00 PM

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Deep at night, a voice comes from beside the cell. An old voice, one he might even have forgot by now.

"Dear Vaster...What have you let them do to you?"

The red-headed half-elf watches, quiet otherwise, seeing someone she'd once commanded in a whole new light...she simply stands, watching, flitting away if any come close, though as always not within shadow while she's there, any more than her usual catlike steps grant.

There's no telling who "they" are.

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Ley lines, y'all. Just let me go wrangle up my cowboy boots and lasso us up some magic.

Yee-haw!

Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

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xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Wed, Dec 01 2010, 17:38 PM

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Bella Rose wrote:

"Forgive me, it was very inappropriate."

Shade.....
*He removes himself from the bars and leans looking to her with a shameful and disappointed expression, his tone low. His fingers slide over her chin slowly, lifting her head up.*

Rise, and do not apologise to him... You are no longer of their regement. You are now a horsemen; Once a horsemen, always a horsemen...
There is no such thing as perfection. And you of all people know how worthless the ranks of Bane truely are? Show no remorse nor mercy in this world, most especially for them. Their entire embodyment is now nothing more than a man in a cell anyway. I mean, look at 'em.... You owe him ~nothing~...
*The last word wisps out from between his lips and throught the halls of tarkuul, his eyes looking to Vaster once more.*

Qarex

Posted: Wed, Dec 01 2010, 19:51 PM

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xXxSuShiKunxXx wrote:

Bella Rose wrote:

"Forgive me, it was very inappropriate."

He is right.. you know. Atleast on the forgiveness part..

The thing with the pale skin narrows its eyes on Cecilia for a moment, then glances to Zee with a large smirk.

However.. it is truly sad to hear that you do not really understand what she ment. But I suppose some of you Horsemen will never listen with both ears..
And by the way.. speaking of the church of Bane in such a pity'ing tone and yet have understood what is actually taking place.

Now I could not care less about arguing about religion and old fights..

It yawns and streaches its arms in the air and scratches its cheek a bit, glancing around the cell slightly as if it was bored.

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Vaster, Banite.

Qarex

Posted: Wed, Dec 01 2010, 22:10 PM

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@ AxlLeigh

AxlLeigh wrote:

"Dear Vaster...What have you let them do to you?"

Vaster whom very seldom sleeps in his current state, looks around the room through the eyeholes in his helmet. Then a dark chuckles comes from the waery looking man, sitting in a corner with his head bowed low

"I would say it is more of what I have let myself do to me..."

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Vaster, Banite.

Bella Rose

Posted: Thu, Dec 02 2010, 11:17 AM

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xXxSuShiKunxXx wrote:

Rise, and do not apologise to him... You are no longer of their regement. You are now a horsemen; Once a horsemen, always a horsemen...
There is no such thing as perfection. And you of all people know how worthless the ranks of Bane truely are? Show no remorse nor mercy in this world, most especially for them. Their entire embodyment is now nothing more than a man in a cell anyway. I mean, look at 'em.... You owe him ~nothing~...

Her head jerked backward, away from his fingers. Her own fingertips twitching in response, and her white cheeks blushed to a grey all the way to her ears. Resentment simmered behind her eyes toward Zee, toward Vaster, toward the bars. To her, the walls of the room were closing in, the temperature rising...until finally her temper left her with a relieved sigh, expelling it from her mind much like the oxygen in her lungs, and the room was once again as it should be.

Qarex wrote:

This time it was Cecilia's turn to approach the bars, both of her hands rising and taking hold on either side where she leaned against them. Even though he looked around she stared at him with nothing less than admiration, until he looked at her.

"Bakers and butchers." Her expressions then morphed to annoyance, contempt. Her voice carried intensity. "One day I'll kill you...One day you'll be sorry...I don't need your help...and I'll never see you again."

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Cecilia - Most evil 2011!

Qarex

Posted: Thu, Dec 02 2010, 11:42 AM

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Bella Rose wrote:

"Bakers and butchers." Her expressions then morphed to annoyance, contempt. Her voice carried intensity. "One day I'll kill you...One day you'll be sorry...I don't need your help...and I'll never see you again."

The thing looks straight at Cecilia with a serious looking expression. Then when she finishes speaking, he gives her a nod.

"One day.. you will kill me, you don't need my help.. because I have none to offer, one day you will never have to see me again."

Then it smirks widely, its nasty fangs showing clearly as its eyes alters into pitch black, it taking the shape of a male version of Cecilia more or less.
It approaches the bars, standing awfully close to them, then speaks slowly in almost whispering words.

"But -I- .. will never... be sorry."

A gauntlet reaches up and clapses around one iron bar, the face of the thing wipes away the smirk and narrows its eyes.

"Ask yourself one thing though.. who are you?" It watches Cecilia with a frozen expression of interest, not letting her go of his gaze, being fully serious.

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Vaster, Banite.

xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Thu, Dec 02 2010, 13:20 PM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
Location: H-Town Texas

*With a slight smirk and a scoff Zee takes a step back, wrapping his arm infront of his chest, leaning against the wall of the halls, watching Cecilia and Vaster like a science project that just started fizzling.*

Metalien

Posted: Thu, Dec 02 2010, 13:49 PM

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Location: Home of The Royal Navy - Portsmouth, England.

Cerestan notices Vaster in his cell but for now he doesn't engage in conversation with him, instead he makes a mental note to talk to him at some point in the future.

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P Three

Posted: Thu, Dec 02 2010, 22:50 PM

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Joined: 18 Dec 2008

Katsumi makes sure he's cared for to the best of her ability; personal loyalty still holds sway for some where religious loyalty has faltered, it seems. However, should anyone else approach save Cerestan or Aly'isgar and her mate, Katsumi vanishes, slipping away silently with a monk's trained speed.

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Bobo_Underhill wrote:

Ley lines, y'all. Just let me go wrangle up my cowboy boots and lasso us up some magic.

Yee-haw!

Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

~Vasynfjall Friggsdottir~

Bella Rose

Posted: Fri, Dec 03 2010, 0:31 AM

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Qarex wrote:

"One day.. you will kill me, you don't need my help.. because I have none to offer, one day you will never have to see me again."

Cecilia stared, as still as a statue, her breath came and went in an even tempo.

Qarex wrote:

"But -I- .. will never... be sorry."
"Ask yourself one thing though.. who are you?"[/color]

She too, spoke in a softer tone allowing the vulnerability to slip in. Her eyes stared back...well, at her own. "Never...? I...I accept this."
Silence took over the room for an extended duration, at first her facial expressions matched his like a mirror, though because of the gender differences, not quite.
In that time, she was equally calculating, contemplative. At the prisoner's distance he could just barely see the corners of her lips twitching.

"...Nothing." She blinked, the muscles in her neck tensed as she was about to turn her head to look away and instead deciding to hold it at the last minute. " You tell me."

She waited, her eyes lowered and rose to look him over, returning to eye contact.

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Cecilia - Most evil 2011!

Qarex

Posted: Fri, Dec 03 2010, 1:15 AM

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Bella Rose wrote:

"...Nothing." She blinked, the muscles in her neck tensed as she was about to turn her head to look away and instead deciding to hold it at the last minute. " You tell me."

She waited, her eyes lowered and rose to look him over, returning to eye contact.

By the time she would've looked back up, his skin would be pitch black, and looking at her in her eyes.. two snake-like beady eyes of purple and white.

"Nothing? No no no, you are something.. and something special indeed. But.. -who- you are, that is up to you."

Through the bars a large obsidian claw, points right at her. The arm that once held the bars is now a scaly black thing with claws for fingers, one fo them pointing to Cecilia.

"Right now.. you are an underdog.. live to serve by the leash of those in 'command'. I thought you would start the whole thing.. with a bang after you broke from the Banite Church, now look, chained to another group whom claims they know your needs."

The thing then produces a knife and the monsterous hand transforms into one of a human, offering it to Cecilia with the handle towards her as it presses its chest on the bars.

"Do it.. we both know you need this one.."

It nods, with actually a kind smile for once, but knowing what Vaster now is.. or becoming.. nothign could be certain.

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Vaster, Banite.

Bella Rose

Posted: Fri, Dec 03 2010, 8:08 AM

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Joined: 16 Jun 2009

Cecilia remained silent the entire time he talked. A muscle in her shoulder twitched unintentionally, a spasm.

Qarex wrote:

"Nothing? No no no, you are something.. and something special indeed. But.. -who- you are, that is up to you."

Even then she continued to stare.

Qarex wrote:

"Right now.. you are an underdog.. live to serve by the leash of those in 'command'. I thought you would start the whole thing.. with a bang after you broke from the Banite Church, now look, chained to another group whom claims they know your needs."

Her stare was maintained, her breath exhaled heavily enough from her nose that it could be heard, and then it halted. Her eyes became glossy, like marble that had been polished so recently he could see his own reflection.

Qarex wrote:

"Do it.. we both know you need this one.."

The white tiefling's eyes didn't lower to look at the dagger. There was a pause, and then suddenly she pulled violently at the bars, lunging at him with an incoherent ear piercing scream that ended with the clicking of her teeth when her mouth snapped shut, the bars rattling as various parts of her clothing and jewelry tinked against it.

She whispered through clenched teeth at a soft enough volume that unless one was "You...think...you ...know. I will see you."

The rage of her demonic heritage took over, and she was barely contained enough to speak her thoughts. Her cheeks and lips twitched in frustration, her eyes drifted across the bars between them. They mocked her own mind, displaying what was on the other side like a dehydrated traveler chasing a mirage in a desert.

"...I will see you." Her trembling hand reached out for the dagger, gently taking it in her fingertips. The speed she turned for the door nearly caused her to trip. The walls were pressing in, suffocating her, causing her to hurry to the exit--but not run.

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Cecilia - Most evil 2011!

Qarex

Posted: Fri, Dec 03 2010, 11:47 AM

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Bella Rose wrote:

She whispered through clenched teeth at a soft enough volume that unless one was "You...think...you ...know. I will see you."

The black being didn't budge at the screaming, nor that she lunged at him, ht eonly thing that changed was the expression. It melted from a kind smile to a uncaring look, but as she spoke, a smirk appeared. The ears hurt slightly from the screaming, but it supposed it was to be expected..

Bella Rose wrote:

"...I will see you." Her trembling hand reached out for the dagger, gently taking it in her fingertips. The speed she turned for the door nearly caused her to trip. The walls were pressing in, suffocating her, causing her to hurry to the exit--but not run.

The thing leaned back finally from the bars a looked at its human hand, from which she took the dagger, and sighed. Then it spoke in a new voice, a darker and more deeper voice.

"Chain of command... who are you Cecilia? -Who- are you? Prove me wrong, underdog.."

The voice bounced about in the hallway as it created some sort of echo, filling ever inch of the long stone corridor with his words.. questioning and mocking. Now the thing steps away from the bars and sits down in the corner of its Cell. Smirking to itself it eyes the wall next to it. The mind had a life of its own, the stale blood mixed with the lines of chalk created a sort of sad display of how a mans mind can just collapse.

"Olivia pants quite well for being a creation of a sick mind..."

It chuckles as it eyes the wall, then the eyes goes to the floor and it falls silent with the smirk pastered on its face, in its head the whole thing that took place just now. Slipping back into his insane state of mind, his head bobbing a bit and starts to slowly knock his head into the wall in a steady rythm.

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Vaster, Banite.

xXxSuShiKunxXx

Posted: Fri, Dec 03 2010, 13:23 PM

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Joined: 02 Dec 2008
Location: H-Town Texas

*Zee kicks himself from the wall on which he leaned, as if about to try to stop Cecilia, but could do nothing more than watch her leave. He turns to what appears to be Vaster the air becoming cold, perhaps even damp as he does so.*

When the day comes, I will take great pleasure in ripping you from the Wall, and keeping you for myself...
*He turns on his heels and walks out, his cloak flowing behind him, heading after cefcilia.*

Qarex

Posted: Sat, Dec 11 2010, 0:09 AM

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Joined: 06 Apr 2008

Reality.... what is reailty? Is it a feeling, is it something that you can touch? Is it something you could prove by backing it up with valid seasons or arguments? Whatever reality is.. it isn't this..

Vaster thought to himself as he glared into the far end of the cell. There was no stone wall, but a large gaping hole into an infernal place. Lava rivers and burning skies, trees of rocks that glowed form the heat that they radiated. Men and women dancing on the flames and melted rock, their nice silk-woven suits and dresses, catching on fire and their blood boiling. Their legs slowly but surely turning blacker and soon into charcoal, breaking beneath their weight. But they could not stop dancing, and the smiles on their faces... they smiled away the pain, but it was no secret that they were in such pain, never experienced before.
Vaster narrowed his eyes and saw that they had to smile.. large hooks piercing their cheeks and pulling them up so they would just keep on smiling like nothing happened. But the dance, there was no stop, they moved graciously and in tempo with the distant music of an orchestra.
It was agonizing to watch.. but he couldn't stop, there was something magical about the whole thing..

It had been about three days since Cecilia and that Horseman left him alone... alone with himself, and -it-.
...Cecilia, the name that rang a hundred bells, all chiming in with the screams of the voices and the distant orchestra, the men and women keeping on dancing with what little remained of them, smiling away.

Then a nasty voice spoke, the voices silenced along with the bells.. the orchestra faded away and the dancers combusted into smoke with a whail compared to a banshee. Vaster shivered as he stared through the gaping hole.. then a reflection of himself wearing his helmet appeared within the flaming landscape, not seeming to be bothered by the heat. The helmet had a large gaping hole, in which hundreds of dagger-like fangs was showing. A large long toung residing in the foul mouth of -it-..

"Cecilia is a beauty, you like her... we like her."

The thing snapped with its mouth in the air, mocking Vaster who leaned back a bit. He frowned deeply at the words... the very idea of creating emotions for such a chaotic being was simpy riddiculous. Not that he feared for himself or the church... just that it wouldn't benefit himself in a way he saw pleasing.
It spoke again, tilting its head at him, the long tounge slipping out of its foul gape.

"Benefit... creating.. who cares? Why must everything be about -you-, or the -church-.. eh?"

It snarled a bit and then continued before Vaster even had the chance to think.

"She said she would kill you.. she hates you.."

Vaster smirked as he thought of it.. kill him, would it matter? Would anyone miss him, or look for his corpse? Would he be mourned? No.. exactly the way Vaster wanted it to be.. Though his smirk dissapeared as soon as the being turned its ugly head back and leaned forward, staring at Vaster through the eyeholes of the helmet, the large toothy grin mocking him with every single tooth and word.

"She is not like everyone else.. she is something special. Both of us know this, you can't deny it.. you can't deny her.."

It started to laugh, the body of it turning into a large pitch-black cloud along with the helmet.. the only thing left being the large mouth, laughing away. The laughs bouncing around in his head, making him deaf and his ears started to ring, his head pounding harder and harder as he could feel himself shrinking.
Insane as Vaster was.. as much as he hated that being more then anything else, he knew it spoke true words for once. Cecilia is -something-, and it is just a matter of time before she would realise herself.

He snapped out of it, the wall was back to normal, -it- was gone and the voices had started screaming again. His head was not pounding anymore and he checked himself carefully.. nothing. Then he turned his head to the wall by his side, a chill went down his spine as he looked at it, in great big white letter it said:

She

Something

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Qarex

Posted: Sun, Dec 12 2010, 23:16 PM

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Joined: 06 Apr 2008

Growing... learning... waiting.... becoming.

Creation of a twisted mind, schooled by heartless deeds and sights.. tormented by oainful memories.. it had finally become.
A disease it had been called, a sickness or a defect.. but it was so much more then that. An actual being trapped within the cage of flesh and willpower of the one known as "Vaster". It had watched in silence a long time through the eyes of Vaster, learning everything he knew.. how to talk to people, how to make ones trust you. It had also developed a sense of understanding for emotions, unlike Vaster who toyed with them like he knew, it knew what it did to people.. enjoying every second of the reactions created by "feelings".

But now it wanted control.. and it wanted more... more reactions, growing every day when Vaster did now.. stronger and stronger.. more sinister with each passing houre. But a form.. no, it could not choose.. no. Why choose a form when it ahd the ability to be precisely anything it wished for?

That is what he never understood about these living beings... why branding themselves at the start with a mark.. a mark known as "name".. why stay so focused on the certain look? Questions with answers it surely would find out soon about.

To it, Vasters head was a haven.. unable to be hurt, still able to work and function.. create what it wanted..
In Vasters head, that weak sight is in control.. having to listen to the sad voices of old past ghosts... but the voices feared it.. oh yes.. they did.
But once Vasters mind would loose focus, for even the shortest of seconds, it would get coltrol until this pathetic thing took back control.

It inhaled the air in the cell and glances about, watching all around him and taking notes...

Vassssssster....

A low grunt would be heard for him.

What is thissss, Vaster?

The thing eyed a medallion of Bane that was produced by it through a bag on the fleshy things belt... Vasters voice spoke, being distant and a bit delayed and exhausted.

The symbol... of the true faith..

It snarled and cackled whilst it ran a large claw along its contours.

True.. faith... well I won't need any true faith..

It felt a large amount of pain burst through it, almost dropping the medallion. Snarling, it tugged the medallion back into its pouch.

Everyone needs faith.. just happens.... ugh-.. that I follow the true one...

The fleshy prison, Vaster, whom now looked now more like a huge werewolf with pitchblack fur.. large red eyes and fangs larger then most of its kind, shook its head slowly. A large tounge licking its lips.

You shouldn't struggle that much, dear Vaster... it only drains your energy.. making my true upcoming even more certain.

It laughed again, the laugh bouncing on the walls, creating an echo that filled the corridoors. It was going to get control.. and when it did, there will be no stopping it... even death being a mere setback.....

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Vaster, Banite.

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