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Refusing to die...
« on: February 15, 2013, 02:01:54 AM »
((This is a scene after the rescue of Martyr from the clutches of May. Still waiting for Renna's computer to come back up so we can finish the scene and it will be up as soon as possible.))

The house was left as empty as that nurse's office. Max, had been tucked into bed. The bouncing baby girl, not understanding the entirety of the situation, but still growing more restless by each moment in Martyr's absence. It was hard to get her to sleep at night, even harder to keep the little thing asleep. Still, with the stuffed bear at her side, clutched in a single arm, and Ulysses snoring just inside her door, the little thing was able to catch some sleep.


Just outside the place, Martyr walked up the path. She'd been battered, tired, and still had a bullet lodged in a lung, which left for a nice wheezing sound coming from her rapidly breathing lung. Her clothes were covered in blood, and her hand was still tingling from reconstructing itself from only the bone and flesh from her rangy wrist. Violet eyes, more wide than ever scanned around almost frantically. "Oh, V-val... M-max... P-please still b-be there..." Her voice as hoarse as ever as she limped her way up the trail that seemed to go on forever.

Ulysses' ears perked, a glance was pointed back toward Max, and then another toward the door. Soon, the maturing furball was padding his way carefully from the room, making sure that his collar wasn't making too much noise. Then, sitting by the front door, the dog whined loudly.
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Re: Refusing to die...
« Reply #1 on: February 15, 2013, 02:22:41 AM »
"Aright... Yeah." Cellular glued to his cheek (the singular pinky pledging it there made it look as-if the blue-phosphorus glow were the adhesive), Val solemnly feeds the receiver, his words raped into flat-clad acceptance, pillaged of fight and the hope of his woman's return. Facts-were-what-facts-were---it had been two weeks, and the trail had frozen-over. The jovial trustees and alumni representing Bristle Crios were helpful, even left crumbs for the old boy. Following the strange bond Max has shared, Val made sure to pay mind to her description of the so-called beast. Many heard of her, many feared her, but none could part the banks of superstition and fact to truly issue help. Facts-were...

"Alright," once-more, the phone slowly lowered, thumb prodding to end the call, index locking the screen. In the dark, dark living space lit only in the faint radiance of his thin, red eyes, Val takes two steps to nowhere. The phone is tossed onto his table with all the backing of a white flag. Val rests his bones on the spine of chair, elbows folded across the wooden rib, head turned to the front-door.

"Oh... Ulysses. Need to go out, buddy?" Each syllable served upon the fluffy humps of surrendering sighs. He buckles the leash. He opens the door.

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« Reply #2 on: February 15, 2013, 02:30:22 AM »
As soon as the door was opened, Ulysses tried to bolt from the house. He began barking loudly, tail began wagging as if there were a thousand bones just waiting for him on the lawn. The fair-haired oversized puppy tug his feet into the very porch, trying to get to the figure walking along the pathway. There was no anger, or fear behind that bark, actually, they were more like high-pitched yelps that questioned Ulysses' very gender.

Violets peered to the door as it eased open, and as the dog came out wagging his tail and yelping as if he were a Poodle, Martyr half-wished she had a tail so that she could wag it right back. Soon, she was moving a bit faster in that direction, bounding off in some pathetic limp toward the man. "Val!" It sounded much better in her head than outloud, it came out as a violent, croaking sound.
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« Reply #3 on: February 15, 2013, 02:42:27 AM »
Struck by the pup's sudden power, Ulysses' leash slithers through the cadaver's un-attentive fingers.

"Hey, Ulysses! Where the fu---"

Considering a sprint at three A.M. in the splintery chill of mid-February didn't sit high on the man's wants or needs, his flaking, furrowed face should come at no surprise. Long, stalky legs leap down the porch. He's met with his own name, the gait of a shadow he knew-too-well, and the violet-luminance of a pair of eyes he was sure fond of. In awe, his arms loosen and sway. The man's knees stand-erect to provide his slender waist a foundation, for his chest was suddenly top-heavy; weighted with a fat old heart that had grown a set of eyes.

"Martyr..?"

Mouth disfiguring into a shock, the girl is gifted her first full-view of the man's eyes as they bugger-out, gawking without reserve.

"Martyr!"

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« Reply #4 on: February 15, 2013, 02:52:54 AM »
"V-val..." Martyr stopped a few feet away, taking him in to her gaze. She moved to leap into his arms, but had been quickly halted by a force that ruined their moment. It was a sudden shove by an unknown creature. Her eyes widened as she toppled backwards and landed right down onto her butt, back following suit. A look of confusion and horror struck the girl's too-innocent expression, but it soon came to light as a wet tongue caressed her cheek in a loving lick from the canine.


"Hnn..!? U-Ulysses, y-you s-scared m-me!" Her voice still distorted by the bullet that had not quite come back up yet. Soon, her fingers raked the dog's scruff, and her expression softened. "I m-missed y-you, t-too, b-buddy.." Martyr told him softly, but gently gathered his leash and lifted her blood-caked body to take Val into her viewing.


Oh, Val... I'm so sorry...
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« Reply #5 on: February 15, 2013, 03:14:44 AM »
He waits, mindfully observing the dog's affectionate return to his Mommy's arms. Val wasn't much for the soft'n-fuzzies---Martyr's return changed nothing. Something irrational and outraged broods along the hard, tidy angles of his fairskinned face. Bladed, thin-bristled brows rise like opposing drawbridges while eyes mutely thin and scowl. Lips wave and rock, toy with obscenity, throat locked-and-loaded with fowl accusations and ideas of worry and doubt.



"Happy Valentine's Day..."

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« Reply #6 on: February 15, 2013, 03:21:46 AM »
As his voice produced soft lyrics that defied his face, Martyr's eyes grew about three sizes. "Oh m-my g-goodness... It is V-valentine's D-day.. The girl began pacing, the dog walking loyally by her side. "I s-should h-have s-stopped f-for f-flowers, or c-chocolates, or m-maybe another r-ring... Oh, I've r-ruined t-today.. I'm s-so f-frustrated I c-could just, j-just...hurggnnn!" The sentence was cut off as Martyr stopped short of him and coughed toward his feet. A metal clanking sound rang out somewhere in the puddle of black blood that she'd left there.

A point for her little puddle she'd made in front of him, bottom lip poking out with a furrowed brow to accent her frustration. "I c-could j-just d-do that!" A nod-nod. "Ok-kay.. H-how ab-bout... Y-you f-forget I w-was h-here, and I'll b-be b-back in t-twenty m-minutes..." Martyr said, as if she'd figured it all out. Then she stopped short upon turning away, and turned back. "C-can I b-borrow y-your c-credit c-card?"
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« Reply #7 on: February 15, 2013, 03:29:19 AM »
Letting it be (For somewhere in the vaults, memory told him she'd coughed-up worse), Val swings his head in protest, egging his crown of frumpled black feathers at the door. Finally, he smiles.

"It's fine, my love. I have nothing prepared myself. I've spent the last few hours on the phone with anyone who cared to listen. I was planning on hiring several lycanthropes to sniff-you-out." Those words defeat the grin; could be anything, those who knew would say he hated asking for favors.

"Let's go in. It's a meaningless, commercial holiday. I was joking." Val loops his arm in hers and applies a tug towards the porch.

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« Reply #8 on: February 15, 2013, 03:38:23 AM »
It was a special feat of the two, to pick up and rebuild after traumatic circumstances occurred. It was something Martyr wouldn't have changed for anything in the world. "I love y-you, V-val... I m-missed y-you..." Martyr mumbled softly as his arm latched to hers, and she was pulled inside. She was in horrifying need of a bath and worse a worse need to just sit in Val's arms for hours of stinky affection.

Ulysses was at their heels, getting tugged back into the house, and padding his way up the stairs. "I'm s-sorry..."
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« Reply #9 on: February 15, 2013, 03:50:23 AM »
Without words, the tall, lonesome man carries his woman to their home. For one so fleet-of-foot, his steps drag and procrastinate, heels and loafer-toes scraping the wooded tiers that ascend to the door he so desperately sought. In the throat of their hall, Val's steps cease. His arm had grown tight, keeping his Martyr in a vice of wired flesh. He doesn't look at her, instead the door that ends the hall.

"I can't lose you again. This can't happen anymore. It can't."

His arm slips the loop with a swift tug, untying their limbs. He moves for the door alone, face stone, maybe granite or onyx, any breed would do.

"I know it's not your fault.. I just don't know. Hmm."

He steps inside.

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« Reply #10 on: February 15, 2013, 03:59:47 AM »
Untied from the man's arms, Martyr's balance faltered. Still, the bloodied up girl took solace at the wall. As he moved for the door, Martyr shrunk listening to his words. Her hand hung to the wall, her fingers sinking in. She no longer felt welcome, and why should she? It was her that was too weak to fight May off... It was her that had been stupid enough to get not only kidnapped by the woman, but to be put under her spell... It was her that attacked the very people that came to her rescue. A swallow of sticky saliva, before she sank down the wall, sitting upon the hall's floor.

Maybe I shouldn't have come back. I never meant to.. I just wanted... Damn it...
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« Reply #11 on: February 15, 2013, 04:12:16 AM »
With that single foot feeding the mouth of the room, he stops. Without easing his suspicions through the confirmation of eyes, Val's body is still like an undiscovered pond, each cell and fiber of his corporeal genetics out on a wire, motiveless and leery, swaying in some microscopic wind. Dead, low-hanging lids mask a large portion of his sanguine eyes; they test the dim interior, but mind's-eye rules the senses. Shifting to face her, all the king's lifeless little appendages swinging-along, he draws her up in his hypnotics, paints her in copper light.

"I'm sorry," genuinely, but his tone is tired.

"Please, Martyr. I love you so much, but I'm weary. I want nothing-more than to run over and claim you in my arms, laugh and sing you to sleep. But inside, I'm dank and weak--my chest a tomb, my heart a mortuary. It'll be better in the morning. Better when Max wakes to the sight of her mother. Please stand up."

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« Reply #12 on: February 15, 2013, 04:18:10 AM »
Those violet eyes trail up to him, her lip quivering lightly, brows furrowing and then her eyes broke away. A soft grunt escaped her lips. Soon, she stood up. Her eyes bleeding blackness from the pupil, all the way through the whites of eyes. "Uh...uh..! Nn!" Little noises coming from that seizing throat, and then she was recoiling.

Had he not moved from the spot near him, something sharp and familiar would blast into him. He'd remember it as the attack Aviana had preformed on him using her axe as a medium. There was no medium, only raw power--and surely, if he was lying about being weak and tired, and if the attack had hit him, he definitely wouldn't be lying then...
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« Reply #13 on: February 15, 2013, 04:27:47 AM »
Without the blessing of the Lie, nor the grace of preparation, Val is punished by the concrete-like smack of pure spirit sneezed from his young fianc?. Still somewhat-crooked in the doorframe before the blast, the rangy hellion lifts slightly from the rug. His head smacks the frame housing the door with such force, it cracks the thick wood. Intoxicated in the surprise and paired power, Val collapses to a knee. He's not unconscious, yet emotes nothing, his head dipped, clumps of deep brown sheltering his face, arms pooled on the carpet, limp. He's facing her, but nothing's seen save the hair and a few strands, thick-and-thin-alike, of blood seeping from his mouth.

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« Reply #14 on: February 15, 2013, 04:36:31 AM »
The blackness that filled out the entirety of her eyes, slowly creeps back into pupil, the whites of her eyes gaining more ground as her brows lift. "Oh m-my g-goodness oh m-my g-gosh!" The poor little thing yelped as she scrambled to his side. "Ok-kay, h-hold on n-now... I'm s-sorry.. I w-w-wanted t-to k-kiss y-you b-but I d-did that inst-stead..." Because it seemed like such a sweet gesture. "It j-just k-kind of c-came out of m-me..."

A glowing hand is placed directly onto his head. "Ok-kay... H-here g-goes..." It was something she had rarely ever meant to do, a feat that was completely foreign to her save for the two people she'd saved on the West End, and Neth. Still, as her hand met his head, her own began to hurt, and her mouth filled up with blood, cheeks buldging out. "Mn..." Her chest, displayed a bit through the tatter and tear of clothing, began to turn into a purplish mess, only to fade away like the bloodflow in her mouth. Oh... Do I swallow it, or spit it out?
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My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark
You ruin everything you touch and destroy everyone you love