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| Lady Luck | Aug 7 2010, 10:55 PM Post #361 |
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" Actually, watching a vampire clean windows while his hourglass is pouring forth bits of his life without his knowledge is rather entertaining, well, goodnight... gonna miss you at work." with that, she wondered out of his house. |
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| Keys | Aug 7 2010, 11:42 PM Post #362 |
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Vynz didn't follow her. However, something about her statement did grip him. After he heard the door click shut, he put down his cloth hesitantly. The man walked into his bedroom and sat down on the chair before the desk. His eyes did not leave the glass. It dropped a single grain of sand every half an hour instead of constantly. However, he was not thinking about that. He was concerned with the prospect of dying. Well, not 'concerned' as in worried, 'concerned' as in he didn't know what to think about it. After all, it was very difficult to kill a vampire - especially one of his caliber. Trapping one in a hidden room underground for all eternity was normally as serious as it ever got. But now... The thought of death was intriguing. Would he really mind it? After all this time? But then that deep dark fear, the only one he actually had, reared its ugly head. It was not a fear of death - he was halfway there. It was a fear of something far more primal, a pondering that had once plagued his mind. Even now, he would not speak of it even to himself, wanting to shove it from his thoughts. If his fear was valid, he DEFINITELY did not want to die. If it was not valid, he would prefer to live, but killing him wouldn't... well... kill him. The problem was that he would never know if this fear was real until he did die. The good thing about the situation was that he didn't have to worry about putting it out of his mind. That was done for him, as he heard the door to his house swing open. He hadn't locked the door after Suri left... Maybe she had come back? Warily he stepped out, only to nearly be stabbed. Vynz had no problem disarming and avoiding the spindly man, but something was off. He didn't kill the intruder for it. Something about him was strangely unfocused while the rest about him was completely honed in. Suddenly the intruder froze, staring at Vynz distantly. "Vynz, Bennu Bird of the Villa..." Vynz's eyebrows shot up and he stiffened. He had not been called that in, well, an EXTREMELY long time, and never in English, but that was beside the point. The man continued. "I am merely a messenger from my Bokor. Had he wanted you dead, you would be. In fact, you will be. He sent me to give you his decree, so you would not die before you knew of your transgression. Loa knows. The 1920's. Karl Denke was not who they said he was. You were." And then with nothing else, the man suddenly collapsed, his skin growing ashy. Then, his body faded into nothing but blood. Blood that spread all over Vynz's hardwood floor. The hourglass dropped another grain of sand. |
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| Lady Luck | Aug 7 2010, 11:47 PM Post #363 |
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Suri felt that spine chilling feeling as the pressure about the place and she turned upon her heel and looked back towards the little place she'd been walking away from. Eyes sparkling ever so slightly with intent interest. Not the kind that she favored, but for something to give her that kind of feeling, she'd ....... dang it, I just got a good distance away, too. She walked inside just as the blood spattered about the place, and she made a rather small look as her eyes wondered over her attire, and then to Vynz. At least he was still living. |
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| Keys | Aug 7 2010, 11:58 PM Post #364 |
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Vynz looked up at her from where he was standing hunched over his sink, the pool of blood standing (as it was everywhere else) and staining the sides and bottom of his feet. The man looked kind of pale, like he was trying not to be sick. Normally, he would have commented about how it was hardly polite to enter uninvited, but the door had been left open and he was rather preoccupied. The man's voice was much softer than he normally used. "I think I'm in trouble, new girl." |
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| Lady Luck | Aug 8 2010, 12:00 AM Post #365 |
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" What level?" she asked, judging the house and man before her. It was definitely a level that she felt she was going to need to involve herself on, but still. |
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| Keys | Aug 8 2010, 12:15 AM Post #366 |
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Vynz grimaced, looking up at her now, ashen-faced. "Well, considering that it is literally a matter of life or death, I would say six feet deep." He pushed off of the sink, standing up straight. However, as he did, he was swept by a wave of nausea. There was all this blood everywhere, and it was bad blood, tainted blood. He needed to clean it up or leave or something. It was all he could do to keep from puking as he waded through the standing liquid. He was trying to decide if that was enough for her. After all, he wouldn't want to try and ask for her help - he was indebted to her once. |
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| Lady Luck | Aug 8 2010, 12:17 AM Post #367 |
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Suri sighed and looked about a moment before pulling out a little bottle and glancing to him. as if judging whether he'd let her do it or not, she bent and uncapped the bottle. within moments all the standing blood disappeared into the small container and was now capped. Tucking the bottle back away, and muttering something, watching her clothes seemingly turn clean once mroe, she looked over vynz. " So I need to probe your mind, or are you going to dish?" |
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| Keys | Aug 8 2010, 12:36 AM Post #368 |
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"I willingly share most of my thoughts when asked." Vynz sat down at the kitchen bar, running his fingers though his blonde hair. His intense blue eyes turned to the little bottle in her hands, gesturing to the only other stool that he had in there. "Thank you." He paused, thinking of exactly what to say first as he pulled Glob out and set him on the bar, watching him run around. "I received a message - messenger, more correctly. I am being punished by a Bokor. Do you know of them? A... ehm... specialized voodoo practitioner?" He waited there, deciding to take this bit by bit. The man reached out to pet his newt. |
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| Lady Luck | Aug 8 2010, 12:41 AM Post #369 |
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" Heard of them, but don't know of them persay." she replied slowly, watching him carefully. Voo Doo was typically not where she needed to worry, as they tended to leave her type alone. |
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| Keys | Aug 8 2010, 12:57 AM Post #370 |
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Vynz cast her a sideways glance, sighing before turning his eyes back to the little creature on the marble. "Well, apparently, there is a voodoo priest - they call them a Houngan... or perhaps a Mambo, I don't know if they are male or female - that is holding a grudge. Bokors practice both white and black rituals, but are especially known for their dabblings in the dark." "One sent me a messenger, an undead completely different than either a zombie or my own kind. It told me that I am being punished for something that happened in the 1920's." Vynz glanced at her. He highly doubted that she would know the story, but he might as well ask. "Do you know the story of Karl Denke?" |
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| Lady Luck | Aug 8 2010, 01:03 AM Post #371 |
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" familiar with the storyline." She replied with a nod, looking over the newt as she tuned into vynz a bit more, keeping tabs on the vibes of this place, not entirely sure what to make of it. |
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| Keys | Aug 8 2010, 01:15 AM Post #372 |
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Vynz nodded slowly, laying out a jellybean and watching newt preoccupy himself with licking it furiously. "Karl Denke was not the real perpetrator. It is common knowledge amongst the supernatural community of the area, and a suspicion of the rest." He frowned now, pausing to think about this. "I am being persecuted for those murders. I imagine that I will die by some way or another when the glass runs empty. But..." He pressed his lips into a thin line and turned to face the woman beside him fully. "I didn't do it." Vynz's bright blue eyes were resting on her in earnest, as though inviting her to do what she would, to see that he spoke the truth. |
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| Lady Luck | Aug 8 2010, 01:33 AM Post #373 |
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Suri didn't need serums, or spells to know how he spoke was anything shy of truth. With a rather deep sigh she weighed the information placed before her with careful scrutiny. After a while, a long while, two grains of sand falling before her words touched the air again, her eyes returned to vynz. " The next question would be how did they come up with you as a suspect? aside from obvious reasons." |
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| Keys | Aug 8 2010, 01:53 AM Post #374 |
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After Glob had been placed back in his tank, Vynz moved away. He had left her to do as she wished, having wandered into his room by the point that she finally spoke. The man glanced up at her. "I don't know. In the 1920's Evynna lived in Germany, so I visited her every so often, but I was in..." And then a thought struck him. The vampire turned briskly, opening the two cabinet doors that exposed his bed. He climbed into the little hole, having just enough room to sit up on the mattress, rumpling the blankets that had been crisply made. He mumbled under his breath as he slid open a panel. "He called me the Bennu Bird of the Villa." He stared into the little hole before pulling out one of the many leatherbound journals in there. Vynz looked up at the woman now, as though just remembering her presence. "I was living in Egypt at the time." |
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| Lady Luck | Aug 8 2010, 01:59 AM Post #375 |
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" That still leaves out two things. One, was it your sister instead, and two, where they get you from." She replied simply. After all, male was really just subject to speculation at this point, if they believed they had the wrong man, who's to say that it was even male? |
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