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Post by Viempar on Dec 15, 2007 0:18:29 GMT 1
"Excellent, you are a bloody Angel, you'know?" He said, grabbing her roughly around the neck with his good arm and kissing her on the cheek, with added 'Mwah' noises. He inspected one from the box, pulling off the sterile top and filling it with the blood. Then he plunged it deep into his neck after feeling where his artery was. He winced slightly, then felt himself get incredibly sleepy. "I feel sleepy, it's working." He stood up a little dizzily and held onto the nearest object, Irina. "It's dark, we should sleep, rest up for tommorow. Do you have a place I can crash? I think I'll crash here otherwise..." He slurred, eyes drooping as he fought to stay awake.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 15, 2007 0:43:25 GMT 1
Irina grinned and shook with laughter, but her smile turned to a grimace when he took out the blood and injected into his own neck. "Eugh. I'm not being squeamish, but that's gross," she told him. "You feel sleepy?" It was as though he was drunk. The blood had to have been pretty potent to affect a good-sized person like that - he sure was heavy. "I don't know about anywhere to crash, I don't sleep. But there's probably a bed... oh, never mind, you're basically asleep already aren't you?" she sighed, not knowing whether he was awake enough to listen. She didn't think he was going to make it off the rooftop without hurting himself further. "Maybe you should just rest here on the ah, concrete."
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Post by Viempar on Dec 16, 2007 14:34:15 GMT 1
Spike nodded gently and curled up onto the lap when they sat down. He began to breathe steadily and heavily, gradually falling asleep further and further until he was no longer retrieveable from the land of nod. The wounds over his body began to close, like magic they began to shrink and re-arrange the skin molecules, multiplying like wild-fire to fix itself. His arm, which was underneath his head suddenly cracked loudly as the bone moved, re-alligned itself and began to mould itself into one long healthy bone. The cuts in his wings were soon gone, leaving not even a scar, and the dried blood looked odd hanging on his now perfectly healthy body. It was over in around ten minutes, but he still slept on, exaughsted holding his eyes closed and his body still until he completely had recovered all of his strength.
[Alright, once all of the posts are at the same time, then I'll switch foward a day and it'll be around 7:30am]
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 17, 2007 0:37:32 GMT 1
((Aight then)) Irina folded into the typical sitting pose and prepared herself for meditation. A moment later there was an alarming cracking sound which echoed off the concrete and seemed twice as loud - Spike's body was healing itself. "Jesus H!" Irina muttered to herself, settling back down. Even at night the city was alive: there were buildings and billboards lit up like neon, she could hear the blaring sounds of horns, voices and stereos. There was a very loud helicopter flying over somewhere nearby and a shouted argument floated up from the nearby street. Blocking all of these things out was always a bit hard at first, but Irina's mind was soon floating effortlessly away in a world of nothing.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 18, 2007 20:22:40 GMT 1
CHRISTMAS EVE Spike woke up, forcing his eyes open. He found that he had fallen asleep on the lap of another person. He looked up, expecting to see Eolyn's face and was pleasantly surprised to see the restful face of Irina. She seemed to be meditating, hovering slightly and looking almost unreal. He waved a hand in front of her face and got no reaction. He then blew in her ear, and annoying thing that can make anyone squirm. Again there was no reaction. Evilly, he smiled and cracking his knuckles, reaching out towards her chest. It had been a long time since he'd been allowed a grope, and since Irina seemed to be in a state of no mind, he was sure she wouldn't notice. At last he managed to get close enough to cop a feel, but lingered, wondering what he was doing and whether it was right. After a moment he simply said. "Screw it" And took the plunge.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 19, 2007 8:03:14 GMT 1
Irina's mind was off with the fairies and she didn't really notice Spike's waving, but from far somewhere far away she could hear a roaring sound and feel his breath in her ear. It was really annoying. Dragging herself back from the peaceful distance she opened her eyes. "Oi!" she exclaimed, incensed. Her hand reached Spike's face about a split-second later. Not for her the clichéd side-slap across the cheek: she preferred an open palm straight into the nose.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 22, 2007 16:39:33 GMT 1
Spike flew backwards, clutching his nose. The hit was impressively acurate, her palm connected straight with his nose and it began to bleed instantly. he held it tenderly, blood pouring through his fingers. He groaned and inspected the damage, clicking it back into place. "Fuck. I just healed that." He said and it cracked into place. Suddenly it began to heal itself, the broken skin weaving together and he screamed in agony. When it was over, he sat on the floor with his legs bent and his arms propping himself up. "Looks like the blood will still work for a while. That hurt, preferred it when I heal while asleep." He touched his nose and wiped away the remainders of the blood. His stomach growled discontentedly and he clutched it, screwing his face up. "Sorry to wake you up so rudely, not used to female company being so off guard." He raised his eyebrows and winked at her. "I'm starving, do you want to eat something? Wait...Were you even asleep anyway?" He stood up and began clicking out his joints, examining the patches where scars and wounds should have been.
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Post by Lolli ~ on Dec 23, 2007 17:30:07 GMT 1
Eolyn and Xei had rested at her flat for that night. For almost the entire night, Eolyn was lying awake, images of Vi and Spike flashing before her. She let Xei sleep in her bed while she slept on the couch, so perhaps that was the main reason why she couldn't sleep. She swung upwards so that she sat erect, and looked over to Xei. He was staring at her with weak, dark eyes. "We should find them." He muttered and Eolyn nodded. Moments later, Eolyn was flying once more, watching with keenness as the boy sprung from roof to roof with incredible ease. She swooped down so that she just level with him. "Do you think Vi is okay?" she asked reluctantly, aware of her constant flow of worry that wouldn't stop. Xei shrugged, then looked at Eolyn as he made a jump. "He's not one of those people who die pretty easily, is he?" He asked out of wonder and Eolyn laughed hard when he missed his footing and nearly fell backwards. Steadying himself, with a blush, Xei rubbed his eyes and readjusted his hat again. After some moments of returning to reality, the two settled on a dusty roof. Eolyn was looking at Xei, who was looking intently at a roof in the distance. Clouds of blackness seemed to surround it like a dome. He heard voices and he jolted suddenly. "I hear two people over there!" He exclaimed and Eolyn followed his gaze. Before she could argue, the boy had flung himself towards the voices and, without a grumble, she chased after him in the air. When the two arrived, Eolyn was bewildered to find Spike, and someone she did not recognise. "Well, I hope you didn't expect to spend Christmas with a complete stranger than your team!" She joked, but she spoke so quietly she wasn't sure whether he'd hear her. She barely had the confidence to look at guys suddenly. She had a tight throat as well. "Are you alright, Spike...?" Xei said, his voice monotonous and his eyes sleepy. He stepped nearer...
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Post by Viempar on Dec 23, 2007 22:08:26 GMT 1
Spike turned round, holding his head as he felt slightly woozy from hunger. As his eyesight levelled itself out, his eyes widened and he stumbled forwards, enveloping the small girl into his muscular arms, nuzzling her blue soft hair and feeling the comfort of having someone familiar around. He inhaled her cool icey fragrance and stepped away, holding her by the shoulders, looking at her and inspecting her face for wounds. Finally, when he saw that she was unharmed he raised his arm and flicked her bang between her eyebrows. "Where the hell were you?!?!" He asked, hands on hips as he tapped his foot impatiently. "I've been lying on my deathbed, watching our superior battle death, and you were off 'frolicking' with the new kid! I've been bleeding all over the place, with no-one to care for me apart from a concerned person off the street..." He turned and waved his apologies to Irina. "Sorry sweetcheeks, but you could have been plotting to kill me." He said, swinging his gaze back to Eolyn. "Alright!" He said forcefully, and began to pace around in front of her. "Since you're here now, late as one can be, I guess I'll dismiss it...for now! We have a crisis at hand, our leader has been captured, taken by the opposition, and is probably almost dead. We have to pull ourselves together as the last members of Light's Nemesis, and rescue our leader! Any plans?" He said with a grin, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought.
"I have an idea." A smooth, deep voice said from behind Spike. "And what would that be smartarse? Wait a....VI?!" He spun around and threw his arms around Viempar, who made a face at the sudden affection Spike had seemed to obtain. "Get off of me you dickhead!" Vi said, prying Spike's arms off of him, kneeing him firmly in the thigh to make him move. "WOAH! Dude, way too close to the goods there." Spike said, rubbing his hip.
Vi stood confidently, arms folded in front of him, his eyes surprisingly open, letting the blackness shimmer in the early morning light. He was surpsingly handsome for just waking up out of a concussion and barely missing death. However, he was weak. His legs shook from taking his weight, his neck hurt from keeping his head upright. "I escaped /without/ anyone's help, and thankfully, I'm not dead. I don't know what you doofuses would have done without me...Who's the extra heartbeat...I mean person? Member?" He asked, correcting himself twice before getting across what he meant.
Spike was about to answer for her when he realised it was probably better she introduced herself. An introduction was a strong way to judge someone's character, and with Vi's hearing, he could probably tell alot more than just her name.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 24, 2007 1:30:17 GMT 1
Irina had been doubled over with laughter at Spike, but she now stood slightly apart from the rest of the group - she wasn't exactly part of the 'circle of friends' yet. They were an unusual bunch, although she had seen both Eolyn and Vi from a distance before. But they probably didn't know the first thing about her and were likely judging her at this very moment - first impressions were important. Right now she was sizing Eolyn up: she distrusted most other women, because they were notorious bitches. Eolyn didn't look like the typical 'bad' type, but Irina still saw no reason to be nice to her. "So you made your escape with no help at all? Impressive," she said turning to Vi. Flattery could get you anywhere, although this wasn't really flattery since it was true. "My name is Irina. Specialization in stealth and resources. I have been looking out for Spike here since he fell out of the sky and onto my rooftop. He seems to be fully recovered and in top form, although I can't imagine where they've been," she sniped, hoping she would never have to rely on them to get her out of any sticky situations.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 26, 2007 18:20:20 GMT 1
Vi raised his eyebrows as her remark, facing no-where in particular. Spike's face contorted into a wicked smile as he waited for Eolyn's hot headed reaction. He had been around her long enough to know that her rather perfectly innocent appearance was very contradicted by her rash and bloodthirsty character. He began to laugh nervously, trying to cut the tension between the two girls. It was almost an immediate dislike the newbie had taken to Eolyn. "Irina...We'd just been attacked, it was get away or die, I doubt they meant to go so far..." He laughed again, scratching the back of his neck.
Vi smiled to himself, his eyebrows returning to their usual spot. He walked to Irina's side, or roundabouts and faced Eolyn's heartbeat. "I think that this may get bloody if we don't all breathe a little deeper, don't you agree?" He turned to Irina, wondering what she might look like. Sure, his first love had been male, but when you can't see anyway, it's mainly voice and personality that made his head spin in the true sense of overwhelming joy. This happened with only his old lover, and this newcomer. He had shown a bond stronger than relationship with Eolyn, but it was a possessive sort of lust, not a tender affection. He coughed, bringing his thoughts back to the present situation. "We have a problem, we need a new hideout. It's obvious we can't return to the Beacon, and besides, it would be too small with...five people in it. Does anyone know of any new places that we can gather, and a way of finding each other? It's sticking together that matters now, regaining our air of mystery. We've been out for too long, and now it's about time we went back in to hiding." He was thinking mostly of himself, being exaughsted, he didn't want to have to fight in his current state. "Any suggestions?" He asked, raising his arms a little to motion people to speak freely.
"Um...There's this Church that the Priest took me to..." Spike began, before rudely interrupted. "You were with that Nightroad Priest?" Vi snapped immediately. "Yeah, he helped me a little, and that where I lead him from....to the Beacon." Spike explained, eyeing the floor nervously as he spoke, guilty of hurting the leader. "That won't do, he knows where it is, and there's probably some connection with him to the Church." Vi mused aloud. "Oh yeah, he said he owned it." Spike smiled at the new knowledge. "Well then it was a stupid suggestion, wasn't it Troy?" Vi snapped again, cranky towards Spike, who's face fell. "Does anyone else have any suggestions? Abandoned sky scrapers? Houses, Hovels, Caves? Something big, out of sight and easy access. Oh and no killing anyone to get ahold of it this time. Everyone knew where we were because of last time." Vi scratched his chin, blinking into the blackness of his blind curse. "That was your idea to kill all of those people! We lost the Guide because of that, and Roy got scared and went and got murdered, frankly your decisions haven't been the best, Viempar Aethalon!" Spike growled, a grumble let out from low in his chest, he puffed himself up and took a step towards Vi, who was furiously angry. "The Guide was a phony! He ran the school I went to, his heart was soft, and his nature was too kind. How could he lead the city to evolution, and eventually advance the human race if his first thought was 'How can we do it nicely?'?" He hissed back at Spike, advancing towards him until their noses were almost touching. "You killed Roy, you took over. I lost my best friend, my only friend and my only saviour because of you. I much rather be lead by a soft hearted wuss than by a cold monster like you." "Me? A Monster? People laughed at you, tortured you for being different. All Guide ever was was a Saviour bastard. And as for Roy, he wasn't strong enough to follow, never mind to lead. He was your slave, not your friend, I doubt you will ever have a friend, you hairless metal crap." Vi whispered into Spike's ear, threatening and simply provoking him even more. Suddenly Spike lunged, hitting Vi full in the chest, winding him and taking him to the ground.
Spike grabbed Vi's neck, gripping it and watching his former leader choke. Vi scrabbled against him, then smiled as Spike's skin began to burn, singed by the heat of Vi's skin. He jumped off, hand shaking with pain as the skin scarred. Vi stood up, his wings opening and bursting into flame, the fire in his black deathly eyes lighting up with the desire to kill. Spike looked up at the sight, his wings opening also, feathers falling away gracefully from the lack of use. Metal covered Spike's burnt skin, eventually covering all of his skin until he was a shining metal man, only his eyes were full of life, seemingly the only thing left which made him human.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 27, 2007 2:01:58 GMT 1
Irina was about to suggest one of the abandoned apartments as a temporary hideout, when Spike piped up with a suggestion of his own. Church... a bit ironic, she thought of it. But Spike's suggestion seemed to have angered Vi; they were suddenly at each other's throats. She didn't understand their heated argument, only that neither of them was backing down. Spike suddenly lunged and Irina instinctively leapt up out of the way: since she'd been standing right next to Vi, Spike had nearly hit her. She hovered helplessly nearby as they fought, debating whether she should leap in between to stop them. Stupid, suicidal even... "Ai!" she yelled, floating down towards them. They ignored her. "Stop bloody killing each other!" she shouted, her voice coarsening. There was a wave of warmth and Spike leapt back, singed. The heat became searing as they each unfurled their wings and Vi's burst into flame. Irina rapidly backed away and set herself down atop the vent - there was nothing else she could do.
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Post by Viempar on Dec 27, 2007 16:35:36 GMT 1
They prowled around each other, Vi's movements flowing and animalistic, Spike's rigid and defensive. The metal that covered his body shifted slightly, the colour changed to an oily rainbow, swirling around his bare muscles as he walked. The metal formed long needle like nails on every finger, giving him extra reach with a deadly weapon. He growled from deep in his chest and slashed his hand at Vi, who caught it expertly, his unseeing eyes pointed towards the ground, so his ears could lead the way. Spike twisted his hand slightly, bending it so he could strike again, but Vi was stronger, and faster. He grabbed Troy's other wrist and swung him around, slamming his back against the vent, dangerously close to where Irina stood. "Traitor." Spike said, swinging his feet out, catching Vi's chest and kicking him away. Spike fell slightly onto his knees, standing up as Vi flew towards him again, fists flailing, catching Spike in the shoulders and arms as he defended. Weakened and tired, Vi's attention was caught by the quickened heartbeat to his right. "Irina." He breathed guiltily, his wings extinguishing and his stance lapsing, leaving holes open in his defence. Spike threw his arm foward, fingers together to make one long dagger with each of the metal nails. It plunged deep into Vi's shoulder, making his eyes wide and his blood flow freely from the wound. Vi's face softened in pain, he looked more helpless then than he had in his momentary death. He fell to his knees, and the dagger slid out of the wound and dissapeared into Spike's skin, leaving blood on his fingers. "Eolyn..." Spike whispered to his friend desperately, focused only on the blood over his fingers. "What have I become?" He said, dropping to his knees over Vi's body. Vi bled slowly, the wound was already trying to close, with difficulty as the blood came out in bursts.
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Post by Arlaye on Dec 27, 2007 22:02:27 GMT 1
What just happened?! Irina wondered silently, gazing alternately at Spike, then Vi. The sudden stillness of everything contrasted harshly with the violence that had just happened. Only a light morning breeze was moving, ruffling hair and feathered wings. Sunlight had reached itss way over the stop of a nearby building, and now fell across the scene. The insipid rhythm of 'Jingle Bell Rock' floated up from some shop nearby. Irina slowly stepped down from the vent-top to approach Spike and Vi. She knelt with one knee up and one knee down, surveying Vi's wounds with the same intense interest she'd shown in Spike's injured arm. There was no point in her getting all resourceful because she didn't know the first thing about treating wounds, and they seemed to be closing on their own anyway. Without looking away, she spoke quietly: "What are you doing to do now? Say sorry?" She smirked, and glanced up to give Spike a considering look. "You just aren't too bright, are you Spike?"
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Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love. -Jane Austen
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Post by White Tiger on Dec 28, 2007 5:35:18 GMT 1
Tiger crawled onto the rooftops. "Hey, I--" He cut his sentence short as he gazed upon the bloody sight of his leader. His feline brow furrowed with fury and curiousity. "Who did this?" he growled deep in his throat. "Tretchery and betrayal," he said as he walked and looked over the assembly with fiery hate in his amber eyes. "When have we went so low to establish such as our foundation? Honor to the leader, at least. My god," he finished as he looked at how deep and wide the wound was. "What the hell happened to you, Vi?" His own mind strayed off to when he betrayed his comrades in the Battle of Gethsehminar (May explain that later) 6 years ago, when he ran as his comrades died a horrible death of torturous pain. What could he expect? One should go away to tell the tale. And, Tiger thought, the decision was his. The claim was open. The only person with enough sense to run deserved to live. He chuckled at the thought. Survival of the fittest. Survival of the ruthless. Survival of The White Tiger.
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