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Post by Viempar on Dec 9, 2007 23:17:00 GMT 1
Although a flat, and although Muraki doesn't seem to go to work alot, it is an extravagant, enormous and expensive house. Walking in you find a ridiculously large room. The living room section had two tvs, both built in one above the other. Three white leather couches surrounded it and white roses on glass tables added a touch of luxury. A large black rug was furry and was perfect for burying your toes into on a cold winter's morn. the kitchen seemed to shimmer with appliances. Cooking was hardly a chore as almost everything was substitued with an aplliance. The white worktops were unstained and new, and the silver of the fridge, cooker and oven was so highly polished they doubled as a mirror. The ceilings were high everywhere, and every wall and floor was white. It almost looked like a show apartment and hardly lived in. There were white vases, empty and full of white flowers dotted around. An archway, white, lead into the hallway which was tall and around every door was a border of diamond shaped mirrors. There was 5 doors. One to Muraki's room, again luxurious and perfectly neat. The second was the the shared bathroom, not that he needed it with each bedroom having an en suite. The third was a Toby's current room, with ruffled covers and discarded clothes folded neatly by the bots. The fourth door was to Abel's room, lacking in colour and actual things. It was one of the biggest bedrooms and all it had was a bed and bedside table, holding a bible. Finally, the last door in the corridor lead to the Laboratory. It had everything a scientist could dream of, and more. Things bubbled and brewed everywhere and a few white mice squeaked from their cages, fed, fat and content. The house was overall extrodinarily clean, and small robots moved around, buzzing and whirring as they went, hoovering bits of dirt and dusting the unreachable shelves. Every few weeks they would beep and move away to charge themselves, or simply die on the way. The house was a clean, white, crisp heaven and housed the two most lunatic people to live together in Souzetsu City, Abel and Muraki.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 9, 2007 23:24:25 GMT 1
Toby lay on the couch, wings unfolded and lying across the floor and leaning over the back of the couch. He had arrived earlier, placing the large cake on the side and collapsing onto the sofa. He only had the energy to flick through the countless channels, catching glimpses of each one. Suddenly, a picture caught his eye on a news channel. A firetruck was crashed into a glass shop, one on a corner, barely noticeable with a large black sign.
"The scene here is devestating. The owner of the shop, Muraki Daijo is a trained Doctor, spotted leaving only moments ago with an injured man. He was soon followed by a girl also injured, and seemingly they headed for the hospital. The cause of the crash is unknown, we speak here to a witness who saw the accident. " "I saw, a man with wings, and he crashed into the fire-thingy and the whole ting swerveded outta the way and went BOOOM into that there shop. Terrifying. Hi Mom."
Suddenly the door to the apartment clicked open and Toby jumped from the edge of his seat. A tired Muraki tumbled through the door, a large injured man in his arms. The bots began bleeping wildly and Muraki shouted at them to turn off. The man in his arms was injured seemingly beyond repair, a shard of metal stuck out of his neck, and his bone was visible in the completely wrong place. "Muraki!" Toby shouted, jumping fowards to help. He flicked from invisible to visible like a television gone wrong in panic. "Get him to the lab..." Muraki said, handing the man to the boy, who held him with barely any struggle. He practically ran to the lab and Muraki grabbed the icebox and multiple teatowels from the drawers. With slight hesitiation he grabbed a carving knife and added it to his arms, striding into the lab with shaking arms.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 9, 2007 23:32:21 GMT 1
White-faced and speechless, Sheba followed Muraki into his home. She barely saw the clean, calming surroundings and only vaguely noticed a second winged creature in the room. She kept staring at the strange, injured man - he had wings, and there was something else wrong with his eyes. It was hard for her to tell if this was due to the injuries, or if the eyes were naturally like that. Every time she caught a glimpse of his injuries she had to look away, but then look again, until she thought she might puke. Unable to think straight, she simply followed Muraki around his kitchen as he grabbed a few things, then headed after him into the lab.
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Post by kasan on Dec 10, 2007 0:22:09 GMT 1
Abel had spent a good few minuets helping until feelings of guilt overwhelmed him. Ester had encourage that he go back to Muraki and help, however huge spoke otherwise, claming he should only return to eliminate the treat Muraki was carrying. Regardless of these two and their arguing amongst themselves Able had left and made his way back to the flat. He opened the door gently, he was covered in a mix of soot, dust and blood. All of witch stank to him, burning the insides of his nose. However the flat was no better. It was soaked, leading into the lab. Abel paused only to remove his jacket slowly, contemplating what he should do and say. He swallowed and started to walk towards the lab. The closer he got the dizzier he became. Is fingertips touched the blood tainted door handle before it was to much the bear, the smell of the spilt blood and dying man behind the door to able was pressing down on him like the sky was falling. He struggled against it but failed, panting his head spinning he sank to his knees before the door. His hands spayed over the white floor, staring at the red stains on the floor. He blinked, the room still swirling round him like a typhoon, before he knew it the red stain was getting closer, then the bitter sweet metallic tang filled his mouth. His fingers tensed on the floor as the swaying slowed. The priests tongue was sliding through the blood of its own will, His mind screamed against it but his body refused to listen, his hands dragging through the mess gleefully dragging it towards his face to be licked it clean lustily. It took so much effort for the priest to stop that his entire being shook with strain. “h-help me” he managed to gasp helplessly sliding to the floor again like an animal ((angst angst angst))
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Post by Viempar on Dec 10, 2007 23:01:26 GMT 1
Muraki hovered over Vi momentarily, pondering on what to do. Firstly, he grabbed the bone sticking out of Vi's leg and with a little effort, he pushed it back in with a deafening crack. Vi's eyes flickered, the blackness of blind eyes flittering as if they were only marbles. Muraki looked at the lifetimer, it had stopped and was lowering at a slower, but still abnormal speed. He had only a few minutes to bring it back up. At that moment, he turned as a noise distracted him. Abel was on the floor, glugging the remainders of Vi's blood, scooping it into his mouth with a hungry, glazed look over his eyes. Momentarily, he stood on his knees to plead and then returned to the grotesque feeding. Muraki placed a towel on Vi's leg and ordered Sheba to hold down on it, as hard as possible, within reason. He then scooped up Abel by his armpits, dragging him away from the blood, however much he struggled. Reaching the bathroom, he threw Abel into the shower and turned on the water full blast. Knowing that Abel could smell the blood everywhere, clothes, fibres and droplets, he had to reduce the amount as much as possible. He looked at Abel's bloodstained clothes. "Forgive me." He said, before beginning to undress the fully grown man, tugging off the robes and throwing them outside the door. He closed the doors when Abel was sufficiently lacking clothes and began mopping the blood from the floor with towels. Hoping his voice would reach Abel, he leant against the glass and called to him. "Stay here until you feel okay. Don't come out unless you feel you can handle it. Stuff some tissue up your nose, stupid, I know, but please. Get a hold of yourself Abel." He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He ran to the lab again, muttering about wasting time. "Clean cuts bleed less than tears...." He muttered, grabbing the knife and sliding it into the back of Vi's neck, pushing the dangerous nerves away with the flat side of the blade. "Watch the spine...nerves..arteries...Shit!" Blood began to spurt out of Vi's neck and Muraki grabbed the smallest nearest needle. His eye zoomed in as much as a microscope and he sewed the artery back together with a tiny, invisible fibre. The bleeding slowed, then stopped. Finally the metal came free and he threw it aside. "I hadn't done this in a long time. Keep a hold on that." He said to Sheba and placed his hands over the wound, but not touching it. He closed his eyes and felt a surge in his hands, too scared to open his eyes he simply concentrated on the motion of pushing without moving. A blue wisp of barely visible spirit surged through his hands, the cells on Vi's neck rebuilding themselves. reversing in time too when his neck was healthy. It then went and curled around Vi's heart, pushing in and releasing in time with his usual body clock. Slowly, faintly, it began to beat, Vi began to breathe, life rolled on once again. Muraki opened his eyes and knelt on the floor, his lips to Vi's forehead, caressing the soft, blood-stained skin. "You stupid boy." He muttered, before fainting into Toby's arms.
Toby looked scared, holding the limp man's body. He looked fearfully at Sheba, begging for help. He looked at th bug, stopped in mid action. "ON" He shouted, and all the bugs in the house bleeped into life, scrubbing at the floor, hoovering every trace of flesh. "What happened?" He asked, looking at Sheba. "Where's Abel? Who's he? What was that? Muraki? Are you okay?" He asked like a young boy, witnessing bloody murder for the first time.
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Post by kasan on Dec 10, 2007 23:30:59 GMT 1
Abel felt himself slipping away, a feeling of numbness taking over his body like his being was being removed from this body and he could only watch helplessly. Just as he felt the last threads of attachment slip away he felt something. He was being pulled his body reached of its own accord, how dare someone interrupt his feeding. He kicked out with great strength but struggled to find his feet. Failing like a wild animal he did what came naturally and bit out. Sinking his teeth into the arm of his attacker, only then to realise who it was. Muraki. The continues Abel recognised the man and the bite stopped, taste of his companions blood was sickening and helped to bring Able back to himself. He fought less, becoming more compliant as he was thrown into a shower. The cold water hitting his shoulders and hair roused him further. Enough to realise where he was and what Muraki was doing, but his body still didn’t budged, exhausted with internal turmoil move he was too weak to feel any shame and being stripped and man handled in this manor. Despite the doctors efforts he could still smell and taste blood, but the water was working as a shield against the worst of the scent. So he stayed there, under the water stream curled up into a tiny ball, digging his nails into his arms, shaking at what he’d done and what he’d almost become. Shaking he stayed there, hearing the little bots outside cleaning, and the smell slowly fading away. Trapped behind the sealed door of the laboratory. He only dared to venture from the shower to approached the door, pausing when he realised he was completely naked…and rather cold…Grabbing a towel that barley covered his much-larger-than-murakis-boody He opened the door a tiny amount and peaked out. “erm….hello?” He said recoiling a little at the slightly intensified smell the other side of the door.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 11, 2007 0:09:17 GMT 1
Sheba quietly obeyed Muraki's every order: putting pressure on the leg and taking the piece of ladder from the injured man's neck. She and Muraki had met not even an hour beforehand, but she already trusted in his expertise. And although she didn't know this odd-looking man Muraki was trying to help, she hoped that the doctor would be able to save him. She had never witnessed death before, and she didn't want that to change. So she did what she could to help, hoping that she might witness a miracle instead. Eyes wide, she watched silently as Dr Daijo worked over the injuries, and the winged man began to breathe on his own. Quite suddenly the doctor fell backward, leaving her to stare at Toby in alarm. She realised he'd probably only fainted and jumped in surprise as the house suddenly came alive with bugs. Breathing a sigh, she looked over at the doorway as it opened a crack and Abel peeked into the room, then turned back to Toby. "I... I don't know what happened... but I was at the shop, and there was a fire truck crash, and he - " she gestured at Vi "was inside the truck." She paused to look over at Abel. "I think Muraki just did something amazing."
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Post by kasan on Dec 11, 2007 0:28:53 GMT 1
”yes I’m sure he did, however he also robed me of my clothes…er..c-could you perhaps get me something from my room please?” he said quickly. Going very red from having to speak to a young girl in such a state. “It’s the room behind you on the left” he added, poking a finger through the gap to show her witch room was his. “there should be clean clothes on the chair” he whined, worrying now for the safety of Muraki and the boy, despite himself.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 11, 2007 0:36:57 GMT 1
Sheba raised her eyebrows, embarrassed for the poor man. Nodding, she put down the piece of ladder that she was holding and went to look for the clothes, careful not to step on Vi. The bedroom was white and felt very empty to her: she was used to the chaotic, higgledy-piggledy atmosphere of her own home. There was indeed some clothes folded in a neat pile on the chair; she picked up the entire pile and brought them back to Abel. "Here you go. I hope everything's there." Turning back towards Toby and Muraki, she sat herself on the floor. "Muraki? Is he okay?"
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Post by kasan on Dec 11, 2007 18:49:53 GMT 1
Abel smiled and accepted the clothes thanking the girl quietly and trying to keep the door as shut as he possible could He’d have to have a work with Muraki about keeping all these children around, it’s not appropriate, they should be with their parents, not two strange older men, what would people think? Abel spent a while blushing over that thought before finally deciding it was a wise idea to get dressed. He swiftly tugged the black shirt and trousers on, he felt very bare but it was all he had that wasn’t blood stained. He made sure to wear his dog collar and spare crucifix he keep tied into in his hair of all places. He gently eased open the door and peeped outside, Muraki was unconscious with Toby and the girl. The tall priest swallowed and forced back and embarrassed meep as he stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with care. He was happy to see a laundry bot making off with his clothes, leaving his metal Jewry sitting on the side getting polished by two small smudge bots. He walked over to the one of the cupboards. Opening it and speaking into it. “first aid kid please” he said, as one of the small tins of peas sprouted legs and scuttled into the cupboard to fetch the kit and handed it to Abel before becoming a can of peas again. Lifting the kit open the rummaged inside for smelling salts, popping open the lid and going over to his friend, crouching down by his side and tenderly holding the salts below his nose.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 11, 2007 21:09:35 GMT 1
Muraki was roused from him slumber by a strong and recogniseable smell. He sat up, looking around to be confronted with tens of eyes, glowing a strange red or peering at him expectantly. One looked incredibly relieved, Abel. "Abel..." He looked to the next face and barely recognised it for a moment. "Sheba? You're arm!" He sat up dizzily and focused in on her arm. It seemed alright, would need a bandage and a bit of ice, but no permanent damage. Worn out, he closed his eyes and felt dizzy again.
Toby reached out and tapped Muraki on the shoulder, making him jump and swivel round. "Toby?" Muraki said woozily, then caught sight of his arm. Deep bite wounds were bleeding heavily. He looked desperately up at Abel, with a hint of pained sympathy in his eyes. The smell of iron and blood was leaving the house steadily, leaving barely a trace of the calamity. It was over in less than half an hour, and everyone was alive still. He stood up and looked at Vi, who was weak but alive. He got a pipe and opened the man's mouth, roughly shoving the tube down and begining to trickle nutrients and food suppliments into Vi's body. He loosely tied Vi's arms to the table with peices of towel and leant against the door, exaughsted. "Anyone for tea?" He asked, looking pale and weak. Toby got up from his knees and nodded.
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Post by kasan on Dec 11, 2007 21:57:00 GMT 1
Abel sighed with relief as Muraki came around, he smiled and shut the salts slipping them back into the first aid kit. He could here Muraki mumble his name and he gave a soft smile and looked at the floor., unable to meet his friend eyes instead glanced briefly at the bite before covering his nose with the back of his hand. He closed his eyes and murmured, near silently “I’m sorry Muraki, I couldn’t stop myself” he whispered. Sighing he remained on the floor after Muraki left to check the boy in silent contemplation. He didn’t move a muscle for several minuets, until Muraki eventually returned looking gaunt and lifeless. Abel winced and got to his feet. “no thank you…” he said softly, hugging his arms around his chest and retreating into the corner of the room, curling up on the corner of the sofa, keeping his eyes to the floor. Just then there was a noise at the door. A small red headed woman in a white dress came bursting into the room and threw herself at the quiet priest “Oh father Nightroad, we Where so worried, Father Hugh said you had a turn? Are you ok? Is anyone hurt? How’re you feeling” she near sobbed over the white hair on the priests head. He mumbled for her to stop half heartedly, enjoying the comfort and normality she offered. Hugh stood silently propped up against the wall, checking the house for any damage that was cause and trying to make a mental note of where the boy could be. He caught Muraki’s eye and spoke in his usual low voice “We’ll be staying here from now on. Until the perpetrator is well enough to be dealt with” he stated. Not waiting for a response or argument, simply staring through the Doctor. He paused and blinked “your arm?” he asked, gesturing with his gloved hand.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 11, 2007 22:11:16 GMT 1
Sheba relaxed as some more of the Saviours showed up. Now that the crisis was over, her arm suddenly hurt a lot worse than before and she was aware of all the dirt, dust and blood stains on her clothing. However her eyes widened at Father Hugh's words. The injured man was a 'perpetrator'? Looking over at where he was lying, she suddenly saw him in a whole other light. She didn't know what crimes he might have committed, but at least he was going to be dealt with. One thing she had learned about the Saviours was that they were big on justice.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 11, 2007 22:53:45 GMT 1
Muraki walked firmly up to Hugh. He was one man Muraki was never afraid of. He had created the technology for him, he knew his weaknesses. When other's might cower in the handsome man's presence, Muraki stuck out is chin and argued. "This man is in no state to be having any more people fussing around him, never mind trying to kill him. I believe in justive just as much as you Hugh, but quite frankly I think this man should get better and then face a fair trial. I will /not/ have any more people living in my house. My spare rooms are taken. I'm sorry." He covered his arm, cleaning the wound and slapping a large bandage on it. "It's fine, Abel simply had a little turn. Everyone is okay now." He walked over to Sheba, tenderly holding her arm and running his arm along the invisible bruising. He grabbed a medical cooling pack and held it on the wound, wrapping a long bandage around tightly, holding the pack in place. "Try nor to fiddle with it, would you like a drink? You've been through alot and I barely know anything about you. I'm sorry you had to get involved in this, everything has been so hectic. This calamity completely has grabbed the attention of the press, I doubt it will be safe for you to roam for a few days without reporters around every corner. Toby did you buy some of that cake?" He turned to the boy who nodded, then Muraki began bustling around the kitchen, bugs whizzing underneath his fingers ever so often. He took out the cake, cutting large slices for the each of them, and serving them neatly on plates. He began pouring tea and coffee's to everyone's liking. For some reason, people always looked like they had a preference to him. He barely needed to ask now as his first instinct was usually spot on. He placed the teas down next to eat plate, making eye contact with the person it belonged to. He then strode over to the lab door, swinging it closed and making sure Vi was out of sight. "Father Hugh, Sister Esther, you are free to join us for some cake, I will answer some of your questions if you would like." He waved at a seat and the rest of the cake suggestively, a warm smile broad over his face.
Toby shuffled up to the counter, grabbing cake and tea and returning to his place, sipping and watching Sheba. Her every movement was interesting. She looked like something that didn't belong, no matter where she was. Currently, sat in the pristeen white house, she looked like a spilt multi-coloured paint can. He was in awe of her, and wanted to know more.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 12, 2007 10:59:30 GMT 1
"Thanks," Sheba said to Muraki as he tended to her arm. He had bandaged something cold onto it, numbing the pain so it felt as though there was a dead weight attached to her elbow. She was glad that she hadn't injured her left hand, which would've meant no violin playing at all until it was fully healed. Muraki was setting out some drinks and slices of cake but she was lost in thought about everything that had just happened and didn't notice until Toby went over to get some. She followed him to the counter, helped herself to slice of cake and a cup of coffee then followed him back to take a seat nearby. Not until she took a bite out of her piece of cake did she notice him watching - she was self-conscious about eating in front of other people because her mouth seemed to be smaller than average and she sometimes would end up with food on her chin. Especially when it came to sticky food like cake. Swallowing a very small piece of cake, she flashed a grin at Toby then turned to Muraki. "I have a question," she piped up, addressing Abel and Hugh as well. "I was just wondering who the injured man is, that's all. You all seem to know him, but why are you arguing about him? What did he do?"
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