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Post by "Father" on Oct 12, 2012 22:05:39 GMT -6
[/i] The running of a faucet over dirtied hands, hands caked in blood, hands caked in clay, hands caked in vile filth. The slopping of these mixed hands worked beneath the running tides of water before a squealing would be heard and the faucet turned quiet. Moans and gurgles would still be eminent in the background of the place as its eerie green fixtures detailed every wall, every corner, every space available. BriingThe dial tone of a pale ivory phone dangling from the wall would screech out being picked up instantly by a man in a white lab coat. His features looked sickly as a purple hue dampened beneath his eyelids, slick black hair hanging over his glasses looked as though he hadn't bathed in all too long or the natural residue suggested he took his bathes in a vat of deep fried foods. Cracked lips would reveal a horse tongue once more decrepit to the appearance however not lacking a brilliant white smile. The whole facade drew more attention to his teeth making that smile a snake in hiding. "Excellent, bring her to staging room five."A look of malice on his features, that smile prominently worn like a decoration one however impossible to remove as the news over the phone had been all too good. Hanging up the receiver the doctor would turn back to his work over a twitching body. His hands idly prodding around the external edges of an exposed rib cage. "I do apologize #327, there's a certain matter I must attend to... don't heal too quickly now or the damage may be irreversible."The doctor's finger making note of the fact that there was a number of metal hinges and internal damage done to the organs that would prove problematic if the test subject did in fact heal in his current status. Grabbing a hand towel the doctor would move to the door with long strides a look of complete peace with him having just sentenced a man to his own demise over such a paltry subject. Meanwhile in staging room five two burly set men along with Alek would be handing Azura off, placing her in the room Alek determined to hang in the wings while the two men were jostled off. "Comfortable... can I get you a sandwich." His tone teasing a bit unconcerned where the sting hit. [/font][/ul]
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Post by Azura on Oct 12, 2012 22:38:54 GMT -6
Reason, logic and good judgment...Those were the things that made Azura who she was, and yet those were the very things that had been slowly drowned out by her madness over the past days. Or had it been weeks? She didn't know anymore, to be honest. But then, she had not slept, she had not eaten anything, she had not even paused to take a drink for more than a few seconds here and there. All the things that she used to try and keep herself on schedule, all the things she didn't have to do, but that she needed to allow her some concept of time....gone.
No, it had been nothing but destruction, salvation of the sinners, and that never ending desire to find what had been taken from her. It had consumed her every waking thought, pushed her further and further over the edge until nothing but darkness could be found within her heart or mind.
And that is when she had found him...or now, looking back on it, that had been when Alek found her. For him, it had all been a game, of course, and he had actually been amused at how his "sister" looked and was behaving. Clad in her leather outfit, her fiery locks a tangled mess about her face...pale flesh stained with blood...wings dripping with it. But she had not been willing to talk, and instead the fight to end all fights had broken out.
Had it just been left to power alone, she might have won. She could have won. Yet, it had not been left up to just that, something that was undoubtedly Father's words in Alek's ear. No, once an entire block had all but been leveled by the pair, Alek would resort to using his Qi against her...robbing her of her own long enough to force her into a solid state of being...(having become ethereal to try and rest up a bit.) By doing so, he then was able to attack, and stab her with one of those goddamn pins that Father had invented just for her.
She had known it before he ever injected her. It was the one drug that truly worked to subdue her. One that he had created, for that very reason. As the drug seeped into her system, Alek had returned her powers to her, but by then it was too late. Her body became too heavy for her to hold up, and eventually she had collapsed.
From there on out, it had been a series of blackouts, with random intervals in which she woke up, saw where she was, and blacked out again. Blood dripping from her wounds, flesh hot from the sheer stress she had put it under as of late, from the madness eating away at her mind..Her hair tangled and bits of it caked with blood...She was a mess, and now, she was finally starting to wake.
Though waking was a slow process, and though she felt herself being drug along, and she heard muffled voices around her, she was still unclear as to what was happening. Even when she found herself being thrown into what she guessed was a room, her body collapsing upon the floor, hands bound behind her back to prevent her wings from being used...A growl, however weak it was, tried to get free, but it just came out as a weak, frustrated sound instead.
In fact it wasn't until that other voice entered the room that amber eyes, not the usual hazel ones, would lift. Everything was blurry, but it took only a moment to realize who it was within the room with her. "W..Wh..Where is he?" Somehow managing to get the words out before falling back, butt pressing into the heels of her boots...head lowering once more and eyes threatening to fall closed.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 12, 2012 22:53:23 GMT -6
[/color] Alek opened his mouth to protest however a screeching of the chair and the doctor moving frivolously to cut him off with a hand around his throat he chose otherwise nodding silently. Alek's eyes drooped feeling disappointment in "Father's" actions and sulking his way out the door locking it behind him. The doctor as it were would retake his seat beside her letting his left hand trail casually over her torso fiddling with the lapels of her brassier intimately even while another ran through her hair stopping at each hitch making note of them. "Shhh he isn't of your concern anymore truly. Now that you are home we can progress with the future." That sick snake grin ringing from cheek to cheek caressing her further. [/font][/ul]
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Post by Azura on Oct 12, 2012 23:06:06 GMT -6
Any other time she would have felt the madness pouring off of him when he entered the room. But now, she was too far gone to her own to notice it. Instead she would keep her head down and struggle to maintain any sort of normal thought at the forefront of her mind.
When he moved to sit before her, that smell was what caught her attention first, however at this point she had caused so much, been through so much, that it would warrant a little growl and nothing more. No, she didn't care for anything but an answer to her question. One which did not receive and answer right away, but instead caused the air around them to shift a bit.
When he spoke, those amber eyes would turn upward to look over that all too familiar figure...watching him as he remarked to whomever was in the corner of the room, to leave. She had her guesses as to who it was, seeing as how Alek was never far from the man before her. The next moment however, she lost sight of Father as well. Not sure what was going on, and still struggling to stamp down her own insanity, she would again choose to lower her head...red locks creating a veil around her now and hiding her in the darkness that she was slowly starting to crave.
But then, just like that, he was back, and now his hands made quick work of finding their way to her torso and hair. Softly she would growl and attempt to pull away, more so after hearing his words. "He is over my concern. I made a vow to him, one which you have caused me to break. I cannot have my sanity until I know that he is alright." She knew there was no point in lying...seeing as how the man before her was far too smart for that, even if he was completely mad at this point. "Now...where...is...he!?" Somehow finding her voice, though the act did cause her to become a bit winded, the drugs still strong in her system and making her collapse back into her previous position, eyes fluttering closed and her mind slipping away to another time and place for a moment.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 13, 2012 1:12:51 GMT -6
[/color] That hand that wrapped across her features would bop her on the nose with a single finger like a master would his dog before slowly trailing along her lips settling to tap on them briefly testing the posture. Father had dealt with one Seran ruining his precious little daughters, two was really much more than a simple inconvenience. If anything he planned on ending this one, slowly, surely. But Azura was a bit too precious to him, more than simply a daughter. Sweaty palms nestled against one another retrieved from her lips and readily working together as he spun the chair around and clapped. With the sound a tray would emerge from the wall. "#1511, what is the extent of this vow?"To be fair the Doctor was a bit hurt not having this vow shared with him, a bit irritated all the more that her sanity was such an issue here. Laughable even. [/font][/ul]
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Post by Azura on Oct 13, 2012 1:31:24 GMT -6
*Smack*
The feel of his knuckles as they connected with her face causing her to stir from whatever dark and demented place she had wandered to. A little hiss given, though it was weakened due to her current state. She knew, somewhere deep inside, that she was not allowed to speak to Father that way, but that was the point. Right now, she just didn't care.
Perhaps a few days before she would have. If he had never taken Cael...she would have. But things had quite simply, not worked out that way.
Feeling that tap upon her nose, instinct drove her eyes upward toward him once more. Though the amber hue was offset against her delicate, pale flesh. That fire, that insanity, very clear within her gaze as she looked at him, almost as though she were growing unfamiliar with who he was. But then, that was what tended to happen when one's mind became consumed to the degree which her's had.
"I promised him, that he would not suffer due to any of this. That I would protect him." Perhaps it had not all been spoken aloud that evening, but it had been what she meant and so therefore, it did not matter what words she used when promising. "I vowed that I would not let him befall him because of me." Which, had meant, of course, anything to do with her or those associated with her. Hence the reason she was currently here, barely holding onto whatever sanity she had left and slipping further and further with every passing moment.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 13, 2012 1:37:27 GMT -6
[/color] Swiveling around in the chair the doctor would position his chin in a palm whilst his other hand drapped the blade over her flesh lightly grasing her skin at the throat line to leave just enough of a cut to resemble a papercut. Shallow woulds inately leaving her with that short sting rather than major wounds which she would ultimately numb out and heal. "You see, I've already made a bit of a vow to him myself." That snake grin on his features moving to lower slowly next to her lips pressed to her cheek enough so that a low whisper to pass to her ear. "He will suffer, and he will know that it was entirely your fault."[/font][/ul]
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Post by Azura on Oct 13, 2012 1:50:44 GMT -6
She gave a sharp little hiss to the feel of that blade grazing her flesh. It didn't so much hurt as it was annoying, and though she herself could not heal it she knew well that Legion, wherever he was, would do so soon enough. No, her growl was simply out of irritation and nothing more. Only made worse by the words that he spoke to her. "I do not issue my vows to just anyone. So I have the right to issue this one to him if I so desire."
Even in her moment of utter insanity, that all too proper way of speaking came forth, the very one that he had taught her the entire time she was growing up under his care. Once more she would lift her eyes to his, and once more she would find herself becoming less and less aware of who he was. She had it, and then it just seemed to slip away, though that nagging sense of familiarity and dread did not leave her.
Lips pressed against her cheek, she heard him begin to whisper and with every word she would feel herself starting to tremble with rage and anger. Then, for the first time since she had seen Cael loaded into that van, she felt it....that distinct feeling of pain at the thought of him believing this to be entirely her fault. Of course, were she of her right mind, she would not see it any other way herself...but in this state she was a bit more selfish and prone to "poor me" syndrome.
Still, that would not deter her from her ultimate goal. As quickly as it came, it would disappear, leaving only a hint of tears within those amber eyes before another low growl would escape her trembling lips. "He is of more worth than you realize." She knew not to try and defend against him being turned toward her. She knew that there was nothing that would stop the truth from forcing him into a hatred that she honestly felt had already started to grow toward her. But, she could at the very least try to save his life, to stop him from suffering too much at her own doing. Though she wasn't entirely sure how she was going to manage that just yet.
Then, as if to distract her from her own miserable thoughts, she would feel that cut on her neck begin to heal. She had never been able to do that herself, but with Legion now bound to her, and out of harms way, it was possible. Though she thought nothing of it, and instead returned her focus quickly back to the man before her.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 13, 2012 1:57:18 GMT -6
[/color] A toothy grin as the doctor grew a fair bit excited popping upwards from his chair to stretch and scuttle off to the door stopping in the doorway before looking back. "Don't move.." A laugh ringing out as he left just as quickly and to another room with a certain priority interest there. [/font][/ul]
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 13, 2012 2:07:57 GMT -6
A room away Cael sat bound to a chair, his arms restrained by iron locks, his head veiled with a burlap sack, ultimately looking like a poor kid from Europe abducted and stuffed away in a hostel. For the time being he was wavering between a state of sleep and wake. The grogginess was painful almost, like a hangover but worse.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 13, 2012 2:24:57 GMT -6
Exiting the room where his precious daughter remained bound, there would be a complete shift in personality as he neared the door which held the Seran boy. Whatever giddy and excited nature he had been experiencing before now gone and replaced with a brooding hatred and a cold, methodical nature that seemed to exude from his every pore.
Such a dramatic shift given the short distance he had to travel, and yet given the circumstances, it was not surprising. The very name Seran tore away at his patience. He despised the name, and up until now had been all too pleased to have the boy in his clutches, to torture and dispose of in a manner he had never been able to do to the boy's Father. But now, it would seem that his darling daughter, who he held so precious in his mind, had created a bit of a problem in that aspect.
Though to be honest, he wasn't sure what hew as more irritated with. The fact he may have to let the little Seran boy live, or the fact that yet again that family name appeared in his life to threaten years of his hard work. A rather curt growl resonating from his lips before he would compose himself and cast open the door to the holding room, stepping inside with an almost jovial expression upon his face. Not that it could be seen, but it was there none the less.
"Ah, Mister Seran. I am so happy that you could be joining me today."
A rather bemused little chuckle given as he moved his way toward where the boy was positioned, taking up a spot in front of him and reaching out to yank the bag from over his head. With those features now exposed, he was free to examine him and to see what was so special about this one that 1511 would put her own sanity at risk for him.
"I trust that your trip was alright?"
Taunting tone as he scanned his features carefully, quickly coming to the conclusion that there was indeed nothing remarkable about this one. Just like the Father. So why, oh why, did his experiments seem to have such a soft spot for these men? A curious question indeed and one he intended to have answered before all was said and done. [/font]
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 16, 2012 2:03:01 GMT -6
Angry eyes looked back at this doctor fellow. Cael neither knew nor really cared how he'd gotten here much less who this guy was. He didn't look very strong, not enough to hold down the two experiments he'd seen before. That only meant that he was probably very smart. Once more... Cael didn't care.
*Huck-Piteww!*
A lugey formed in the back of Cael's throat would be launched at the doctor aimed to pin right between that jackass' eyes. Yup Cael looked in the face of evil and poised to piss it off.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 17, 2012 6:16:40 GMT -6
He had to admit, he had not really been expecting something so crass in response to his words, though as he pulled his glasses from his face, using the tail end of his shirt to wipe that vile mucus wad which had been unceremoniously hurled his way from the lens, he would shake his head slightly. A low chuckle given as he paced the small area in front of the boy, eventually replacing the glasses upon his nose and using his index finger to slowly push them back into place.
"I have to admit, I had been expecting more from you Mister Seran."
A hint of disappointment lacing that supremely arrogant tone. Hands moving to clasp together behind his back, he would resume his pacing, that disheveled appearance not distracting from the fact that there was something about this man that seemed much more threatening than one would initially believe.
"I have waited, for far too many years to have somebody of your..."
A pause, lips pursing as he paused in his movements to give the thought the attention it deserved. Not entirely sure what the right word was here.
"...lineage, within my grasp. I have to admit I am rather, tickled with the prospects laid before me."
A firm nod before he would raise one hand, fingers snapping together but once before he would resume his pacing. To the right, a seemingly hidden door would slide open and a rather shrouded figure, dressed in medical attire, would come rushing through. In his hands would be a single, silver medical tray, covered by a white cloth to conceal its contents from view.
Without a word, he would hurry to set it down upon a table about five feet from where the young Mister Seran was bound. A quick bow of his head toward the Doctor before rushing from the room, sealing the door behind him and again leaving them alone.
"Now, I will give you one more chance to at least try and find some form of tact and speak to me like a normal human being, or else I will be forced to be a bit more persuasive."
Feet slowly carrying him toward the area in which the tray had been laid, eyes fixated upon it, though attention somewhat offered toward the young boy, curious if he would be inclined to cooperate or if more forceful methods would be required. Though, to be perfectly honest, he was hopeful of the latter. Enough so that a twisted little grin had already begun to curl upon his lips.
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 18, 2012 16:56:13 GMT -6
Cael managed to surpress wild laughter forming more into a lost chuckle of sorts, his lips curled up into a grin as he could tell his captor was a small bit flustered with the response, not really something he expected in an opponent so fearsome but regardless it made him grin. So after all this was what Azura feared, laughable. And after it all he asked to be civil. Pfft.
"Go fuck yourself."
Hmph. Cael's features flitted upwards flipping the locks of hair drapped over his brow with a quick toss to look away at another blank corner of the room he was giving no real sign of concern or weakness for that matter to this guy. Simply deal with his rattling talk and move onwards.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 18, 2012 21:46:57 GMT -6
He had to admit, he found the boys sheer lack of dignity a bit disappointing. Though, he supposed it was to be expected, seeing as not all children turned out as their parents before them. Much like his children. Some were a success, others mere failures. At the moment, he was inclined to believe the latter of this young man. Though, he showed no outward expression of it, simply moved in silence along his predetermined path toward the tray which had been laid out. Long, slender digits would dance ever so lightly across the white cloth which covered the tray, a single tap here and there, as if recounting in his mind what each instrument was that lay beneath.
"I suppose that I should have expected this, you know? I mean, after nearly a decade of trying to get to your Father without so much as a fraction of a chance offered, and then to come by you so easily. It would only stand to reason you are lacking in his..."
He paused, lips pursing as he debated upon the proper wording to finish his thought. Meanwhile, index finger and thumb would pinch together over the cloth, hoisting it from its resting place and discarding it to the floor by his feet. Those wildly ecstatic eyes which held a mixture of composure and insanity would fall to the tray, features alight with a new kind of joy.
"...cunning? Or perhaps it is more a lack of intelligence that I am dealing with?"
He would seem to ponder this question to himself as his hand settled around a syringe that laid empty upon the tray. Beside it, a series of vials, each one a different color, and each one unlabeled. Slowly, an index finger of his opposing hand would come forth, idly tapping the tops of each vial as if playing a game of "any, many, miny, moe" within his head. An almost careless, or perhaps the right word would be carefree, attitude continuing to surround him as he eventually settled upon a particular vial.
Lifting it up, he would give it one final glance before offering a nod of approval. His next step being to insert the syringe and fill it with the dark blue liquid contained within the vial, a light hum passing his lips as he did so.
Only when done would he replace the vial upon the tray, tap the air bubbles from the syringe and proceed to further acknowledge the boy before him. Picking up the conversation where he had left off, not the least bit perturbed by anything which had transpired thus far.
"If I did not despise your Father so much, I may actually be inclined to feel sorry for him. It is always such a disappointment to have a child turn out as nothing more than a failed attempt at perfection."
A low, dark chuckle rolling past his lips as he neared Cael, syringe in hand he would hover the needle just a few inches from the boys arm before speaking up in a more hushed, though no less disturbing tone.
"Perhaps I will be doing him a favor then? That is, assuming he even notices, or cares, for your absence."
And with that, the needle would pierce flesh. A burning sensation shooting through the muscle and tissue, into the blood stream as the blue toxin was quick to get to work. Slowly, the burning would flow through every inch of the young man's body, enough to feel as though fire had been set beneath his flesh, but likely bearable, if just.
However, by the time the doctor had stepped away, the putrid smell of his breath and his person vacating the air around Cael, the burning would have begun to subside. But, in its wake, came a new sensation. Now, in every place he had been struck previously before coming here, and in every place his limbs were restrained and his body was bent into an awkward angle, there would be an ever increasing amount of pain.
The smallest bruise feeling now as though the bone beneath the flesh was broken. The restraints feeling as though they were tearing through flesh. Any small cut now having the sense of being a gaping, torturous wound.
"One of my many inventions. Blocks out all endorphins which would allow your body to adjust and adapt to the pain of even the slightest scrape or bruise. While at the same time amplifying the receptors in the brain that allow us to feel pain, making those very small, insignificant wounds feel as if you are being torn apart little, by little. I feel it should help things along rather splendidly, don't you?"
A little nod of his head before he practically bounced his way back to his tray, already set on which vial he would use next and finding this little dance to be gaining in excitement with every passing moment. Of course, always at the back of his mind, was his precious daughter who waited for him in the other room.
He couldn't leave her waiting long. She may actually start to believe she was going to get out of her punishment that easily, and heavens knew he could not have that.
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