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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:12 am
As Slash entered the car, there was a sheet of a mirror in bewteen the car, splitting the driver and the back seat. He couldn't see who was driving. Carefully, he tucked two wooden stakes up his sleeves shiftily, then taking a seat in between the dark security/bodyguard and the dark cloaked man. The car roared to life, sliding along the road whilst the chaos of the prism was left behind.
'We heard you would like to see your brother yes?' the Dark cloaked man said quietly, a tone of incredible vagueness added. Slash replied with a nod, surveying his environment. Being stuck between a muscle boned guard and a man who hasn't even introduced himself isn't the best type of people most would want to mix with. 'We can take you to him.' he continued, pulling out a green apple from his pocket and taking a small bite. Slash stared at the apple. In between the two teeth marks, there was two very deep puncture marks on the top teeth mark. Too unalike a vampire. Slash slowly released one of the stakes in between his sleeve. 'And a man of your stature and training would surely realize that I am a vampire already, yes?'
Slash was caught by surprise, even though his face didn't show it. 'Maybe so, so what is it that you want?' Slash retorted. 'We just want you to get to your brother in one piece. Nothing more.' the Cloaked man replied. 'No thanks, I think I can find him by my own. So why don't you let me out of the car or else this is going to get real ugly.'
'Ah but we took you out of the jail remember. I think that an eye for an eye is acceptable, no?'
'No thanks, I apprechiate the break out but I'd rather find him on my own.'
'Very well. So sorry for this.'
The bodyguard grabbed Slash on the shoulder, but Slash slid the stake out of his sleeve and shoved it straight into his heart. The bodyguard gave a moan, before throwing a punch at Slash, who blocked it and pulled out his second stake. But he saw it coming, and grabbed both of his hands. A small battle of strength ensured, the bodyguard pushing Slash down forcibly. He pulled his legs up and kicked the stake lodged in the bodyguard, and in the moment of weakness grabbed the second stake and rammed it into his neck. He pulled it out and turned around to the cloaked man, but then he felt a spray of gas. Then...darkness.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:31 pm
"Gera....I'm sorry for making you worry, but...."
Loki had withdrawn himself from Gera's embrace, as if her given action was a stranger to his mind. Finding herself to be only hugging air now, the robot girl lowered her arms, now staring in confusion and stirring anxiety at her squid alien friend. Loki had an uncomfortable look about him as he began to explain himself to his robot friend....
"I....really don't take signs of affection well...."
A sudden chill jolted through Gera's torso, dispersing its presence throughout her synthetic neverous systems. What was he trying to say? Was he saying what she always feared he would?
"Silence and avoidance are, unfortunately, my immediate reactions to many things...."
A few nanometers of fear were chipped off of Gera's innards from hearing that. It wasn't an outright rejection, nor was it outright acceptance. Perhaps Loki didn't know what to think of her feelings for him?
"Is that so....?"
A few moments of awkward silence settled in before Gera said anything else....
"I....I guess I was a bit too eager, wasn't I? Well, I tried to be subtle about my feelings.... "
Out of subconcious habit, Gera began to draw invisible circles on the ground by using the toe of her boot. Not only was she embarassed for herself, but for Loki, too. Where did she go wrong? Where could she have possibly gone wrong?
"....I'm really sorry, Loki-kun...."
"No, I'm sorry...."
"No, really. I should be the one who's sorry...."
This exchange of apologies went on for a good minute or two before the two of them decided to leave the entire thing be. They then began to talk about the holidays, how it went for them, and even talked about Gera's daughter a bit. Loki mentioned that he had an adopted orphan, but the poor dear hardly ever wanted to leave the safety of her room....
"Yeah, the orphan that I took in always asks if new individuals are a threat to her life or not. Though, I suppose that's a bit more warranted, given what goes on in my lab...."
Both Loki and Gera sweatdropped a bit at that. Loki's work as a biologist wasn't always the most pleasant. Why else did he lock Audrey and Junior in his closet everytime he had guests over?
"Her name is....uhhh...."
The extraterrestrial biologist trailed off, as if the name had escaped him.
"Let me check my notes...."
Loki then began to rummage through his labcoat pockets, muttering something that sounded like "I hate when this happens....", in the process. Raising her brow a bit at her crush's strange answer, Gera added her two bits of gold into this....
"You can't remember the name of your adopted daughter?"
Though, after saying that, Gera began to think about it more. Loki wasn't your average man. In fact, his intelligence exceeded that of many male Gaians she happened to know! What else could you expect from a biologist from beyond the stars?
"Well, it's understandable, as most geniuses tend to forget certain things those of average intelligence should know...."
Gera then thought of how Albert Einstein couldn't even remember his own phone number, eliciting a giggle from her end, much to Loki's confusion....
"Sorry. You were saying, Loki-kun?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:10 pm
taste the salt of my tears
take the wealth of my years
singing in the millennium with you Faust's prosthetic arm wasn't working as well as it used to. Due to its rigorous use, servos were wearing out, the grip had become weak in the digits of his index finger, and electricity would arc, causing sparks to spit out of his shoulder. His wrist had seized up entirely, making the false limb no more useful than a blunt object, or a grappler of a prize machine. "Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have sprung for the discount parts," he said to himself. Before he would let his frugal shopping habits get the better of him, he decided to pay a visit to the one person who'd have decent parts to build up a new arm. He pulled out his eye piece and began dictating a message it typed on the L.E.D. read out on the green lens. "Hey Gera, when you've got some free time to spare I need help to shop around for a few parts for my prosthetics. I'm due for a tune up, so call me back when ya can," resolutions for show
old ways don't seem to know
singing in the millennium with you
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 1:51 pm
"....Was it Gwen? I don't think she likes being called Gwendy....Maybe Adriana remembers...."
As Loki continued to rattle his brain for his orphan's name, Gera's phone went off, it's ringtone being Utada Hikaru's "Heart Station". Gera pulled out her phone and flipped it open, revealing there to be a new text message for her. After checking the sender's name, Gera's smile turned a bit bigger as she sent her reply....
Sure thing, Faust-san. Name the time and place; I'll be there in a jiffy.
Oh, and if you don't mind....Can Loki-kun come along? He just came back to Gaia a few days ago and I think he wants to catch up on some things with me....
Dewa mata!
Gera then flipped her phone back down and stuffed it back into one of her hidden compartments. By now, Loki was rambling on about his resume and how he'll spend his summer. Though, the nursebot could've sworn she heard the cephalopodian genius ask a rhetorical question to himself, mentioning something about human sleeping schedules and the like....
That's Loki-kun for you~
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:06 pm
taste the salt of my tears
take the wealth of my years
singing in the millennium with you After receiving the reply, he dictated the location. " How bout we meet up at the Faktori? One of the brothers might have some pieces I need, plus they sell pretty cheap," he then sent the message and started walking back to his car. He felt a bit dizzy as some of the other parts inside his body were approaching their planned obsolescence. "s**t, just what I need. Now my ticker's gonna be beating slower. better set it on auto pilot," He programed the coordinates and set the ship to go. His body felt heavy and more sluggish as the gyroscopes in his body began to slow down. resolutions for show
old ways don't seem to know
singing in the millennium with you
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 10:15 pm
'Ugh. My head...'
'Fear not, its a temporary side effect from the drugs. Your still yourself...or should I say for now.'
Slash glanced out of his eye, inhibiting a large amount of pain just from twitching. He saw a man standing there, next to a small steel table of surgical tools. He had pale skin which never saw the light of day, and long dark hair and cold eyes to match the steel table he worked on. His arms and legs were binded to a steel table, immobile and unprotected.
'What do you want from me?'
'Nothing really, just for your co-operation.'
'Spare me the bullshit, what do you want from me?'
The man took out a bitten green apple and took a small bite, before throwing it in the bin. 'We just need a small nick of your blood and you can be on your merry way.'
He licked his mouth slowly, his teeth gleaming dangerously. 'Oh great, why do I get into s**t like this...' Slash thought to himself, thinking to himself furiously on how to get out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:53 am
Fol had arrived home at 5:00 AM. His favorite little diner had been closed when he got there; a sign on the door read, Due to unforeseen circumstances, we will be closed until further notice. Sorry. Too tired to make anything big, Fol settled for a couple of sandwiches - peanutbutter and jelly. He washed the food down with some nice cold milk and went to bed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 8:51 pm
A sharp needle was injected into Slash's neck. He felt a spurt of blood rush out, as the 'doctor' siphoned. Agonizingly he picked at the strap binding his right arm, attempting not to take a look at the a*****e that was now laughing maniacally with a tube of his blood.
'So now that we are done here, you may leave. That is if you manage to escape this room' The vampire said, chuckling evilly to himself as he walked out of the room and slid the bolt in a iron frame door closed. Slash struggled, his index finger picking at the iron binder to lift off the strap. It gave a small gap away, and he pulled it upwards and the strap lifted off, clunking to the ground. Pulling away, he freed the rest of his body and then banged on the door. It was locked from the outside, and there wasn't much of a window in the room. The only one was barred as well. Slash felt around his pockets, and pulled out his phone. He plugged in a message.
'Need help. Inside some sort of dungeon.'
He peered out the barred window, to see a sheer cliff-face stare at him back.
'On edge of cliff'
Dialing away, Slash sent it out to all the people in his phone book. Although...sometimes help doesn't always arrive.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 1:54 am
'Slash's Chronicle Diary...'
Slash takes a momentary pause, scribbling away inside the battered but intact diary. He continues.
'Its been 30 days. I don't know what the hell they want from me. I've been holed up inside this room now for what seems eons. They feed me and give me drink, but what are they planning... I suppose I can't tell. There is a slot in the door where all the food comes from, all the windows are barred and there's nothing in the room that can be lifted up and broken into a weapon. I have switched off my phone to conserve battery, its my only link of communication. Nobody has come...and I don't know if anyone will.'
Slash closed his diary, glancing out the barred window at the moon. It was turning slowly yellow, 3/4 of the way to becoming a new full moon. The only way that he was able to keep time. He pulled out a pair of wrap bandages, hoisted and stuck them onto his hands and wrapped them with the ease of a professional boxer. He started throwing punches into the air, uppercuts with force and down thrusts with accuracy. After a quick warm up, he proceeded to wrap more and more bandages onto his knuckles, making it into a thick cast glove. Then let one punch rip into the wall, and continued doing so again and again letting a scream of anger at each smack.
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