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| Cid | Friday, 14. February 2014, 02:47 Post #61 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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The agitated Lunatic stopped in his tracks, cold. Lynx exploded onto him as a writhing mass of rotting flesh and insects. The worst fucking things possible. It only kept getting worse... And... Agustin could, FEEL THEM... Holy. Fuck. His first experience of Formication, and it was way way WAY worse than anything else. It drove him over the edge, along with Lynx's words of Emily never wanting to touch him ever again. Touch. All so much to gain and lose... A booming guttural, disgusting, blood-curdling scream erupted from the Malkavian. Too much, far far too much for him to handle. A hair-raising screech bellowed from the monster that was Agustin. The house was closed up pretty damn tight, but some of that noise must have gotten out. Even in this bad a neighborhood, with probably the houses right next to and across from this one being abandoned as well. Save for animals and squatters. Any who noticed were not likely to investigate, really. It was fucking haunted, demonic almost in nature. Horrifying that something could come from one so young, so innocent and weak and... He was just a fledgeling... And this was, MAYBE, his second frenzy... Agustin couldn't flee, he couldn't even see the doors or windows anymore. So, his natural response was to lash out at his enemy, the apparitions tormenting him... Driving him into this state. Agustin flew out at the vision, trying to slash at it, destroy it in any way possible. The negative colors and trailing blood dripping everywhere. Fingernails scraped and bled off his fingers, falling and joining with the rest of the trash on the floor. Bones cracked and snapped when Agustin, full force, smashed into brick wall. Whatever the fuck these English buildings were made of. More solid than what he was used to living in back in the States. But he ignored that pain as the Beast had it's hold on him. Driving him to fight, senses completely out of whack. A flurry of fury, dashing back and forth all over the rooms of the house. Chasing the phantasms that didn't even exist. Only in his deranged, broken mind. The bloody words on the walls, attacking his soul just as much as the Lynx itself. That fucking horrible vision of Lynx, colours all amok and still taunting him with each word. He was burning the last vestiges of whatever vitae he had left, trying to get at the apparition haunting him. At least he stopped crying... Kinda... No more blood for that, really. At one point, Agustin picked up the drained corpse of the dead dog and tossed it as hard as he could through the room. It only phased through the Lynx, not affecting him and only pissing Agustin off even more. He charged at the apparition, now in a corner of the house... Away from all the windows and behind the front door. Out of the way. Agustin smashed into the corner of the walls, full frenzied sprint, at a really bad angle. Feet slipped on garbage just enough as he passed through the vision, twisting his posture and while trying to turn collided with solid brick by his neck itself. All his weight and strength meeting at a point which snapped his neck in two, causing the fledgeling to fall limp onto the floor. Belly down and face up... His body immediately tried to heal... But there was not nearly enough blood... Couldn't move... Covered in blood and trash... Self inflicted wounds and clothing torn up... He fell... Into, what was it... Was it enough? That deep, dark, sleep... He tried to scream one last time at lynx before he went completely dark... OOC
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 17. February 2014, 19:21 Post #62 |
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Scourge
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Emily paced back and forth in her apartment. She was a little more than pissed, but now panic and worry were starting to set in. At first it seemed as if Agustin was spurning her. Like he had simply discarded her and went back about his business. Now though, either he had dropped all the things he used to own, or he hadn't moved in a few days. Emily paced faster as she chewed her bottom lip nervously. What to do, what to do... "Oh, fuck it! I am coming Agustin!" Emily shouted to the empty apartment. She was wearing her black reconnaissance outfit already. She opened up her laptop and checked to find that once again Agustin hadn't moved. Decided, she opened up the safe under her counter and pulled out her Glock 21. With it and the laptop in hand she left her apartment and fired up her piece of shit car. Once it was cranked and sputtering she made her way to some crazy abandoned house. Pulling up in front of the house Emily frowned. This looked like the sort of place that would trip her OCD hard. Still it seemed as if Agustin was right inside the door. Emily stepped out of the car and tucked the pistol in the back of her waistband fully concealing it as she crept up the walkway and made it to the front door. The house was a true piece of crap. She had no idea what he was doing here. She pushed open the front door and the smell that assaulted her senses made her gag in disgust. "Seriously, Alayo if I find out you are skipping out on me I will unload this pistol in your mouth," Emily growled stepping inside. Agustin was just next to her. She glanced through the darkness pulling out a flashlight and shining it around. Rats and cockroaches scurried everywhere. It made her gag and vomit up her last meal. She steadied herself as she retched and retched until she was empty of that hard fought meal. Now she was really mad. She shined the light until she found Agustin. Then all anger fled her system replaced with complete and utter worry. "Oh Alayo!" Emily gasped running over to where he lay. Tunnel vision set in blocking out the dead animal carcasses throughout the place. Her poor Agustin lay torn to shreds. What the hell had happened? Had he frenzied? Did someone attack him and leave him hear? Oh, why wasn't Emily stalking him more closely! She could have prevented this! "Come here sweetie! Everything is going to be okay!" Emily scooped him up in her arms. He wasn't light for her small frame, but being Kindred she managed okay as she carried him out the door. |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 19. February 2014, 04:53 Post #63 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Nighttime, obviously, as Agustin was carried out of the abandoned house in Emily's arms like some horrible backwards bride-corpse. All he wore now was a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, ripped up and covered in blood and dirt, somehow slipping out of his boots during frenzy, his jacket laying on the floor in the house. Rodents and insects scurried away from the two Kindred. Emily's vomit evaporated, for the most part, as it pooled on the floor. It had been days, maybe weeks, that he lay in torpor in that corner until his bond-mate decided to come get him. No dreams, no visions or apparitions... Just, cold and darkness... He was as dry as could be without being ash. Empty, he still weighed somewhere between one hundred and sixty to eighty pounds. He didn't know himself, having not been weighed for any reason since childhood. It would take a large amount of vitae to heal the damage he had inadvertently inflicted upon himself. And who knew if his frenzy would continue once she managed to wake him up? All bad. His spine being disconnected at the neck, his head lolled around loosely, sickeningly. He had really done himself in pretty bad... |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 19. February 2014, 05:02 Post #64 |
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Lord Torchwood
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A whisper on the Madness Network... a chill soft voice that seemed to whisper in Emily's ear and the torpid form of Agustin. "Murder...murder....murder....cookie.....murder..." A whisper that vanished as soon as she got his form out of the door of the building. |
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 24. February 2014, 17:58 Post #65 |
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Scourge
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Emily ran through several thoughts in her head as she began bringing Agustin to the car. He was essentially a corpse. At least if a mortal saw her with him he would look exactly like a corpse and would have no pulse like one even though he hadn't met the final death yet. That meant she would have to be very sneaky. Dress him up, cover the wounds, and get him into her apartment. Act like he was a drunk friend or something. It should be fine. Then he absolutely needed a shower. Once he was nice and cleaned up she would chain him up to her bed or to that couch that finally came in. Then she would need a source of blood. Someway to bring him something to drink... Who could help her out with that? A sudden whisper seemed to echo within Emily's head. Murder? She glanced down at Agustin in wonder. He had seemingly frenzied though there was no way to be absolutely certain. It was just as possible that someone did this to him. She either hallucinated that voice or it came from the Madness Network. The Madness Network wouldn't lie, but the messages could be confusing at best. Murder was definitely the theme, but who was it that was murdered? Emily decided this needed to be kept under wraps. Not a peep to any Kindred. She would have to work this angle on her own. She got Agustin into the back seat of her vehicle and she was off to her apartment. |
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| Cid | Monday, 24. February 2014, 20:20 Post #66 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Yep, this house was definitely fucking haunted or something. Which was probably why it stayed abandoned for so long, anyway. Agustin didn't really hear the whispers on the Madness Network. He was well in torpor. No vitae left in him, really. He might have, but he wouldn't remember it. Barely a whisper, like a speck of dust floating around amidst the current turmoil of his soul. Utterly negligible. Agustin, the recent murderer, was heaved into Emily's bucket to be taken back to her apartment. Only a few days had past. The torpid Malkavian would need plenty of blood to heal. But he wouldn't wake for more than a week, still. He was cold, dry, slashed and battered in various places. Shirt and pants mostly intact, though ripped to hell. Dried, crusty vitae covered his cheeks and some specks scattered over the rest of his form. OOC
Edited by Cid, Tuesday, 25. February 2014, 18:40.
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