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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 1:28:26 GMT -5
As Trish made her way through the portal she had made to Halloween town, she could feel herself changing. It startled her; having never been to this world before she had not expected costumes to be mandatory. Even her body had seemed to change; she could feel her skin giving off a dull glow even before she entered the world. As she stepped out of the portal her usual uniform had melted away, replaced by a much more feminine ensemble. Her sleeves had disappeared leaving bare arms and shoulders. She found the constricted corset about her ribs suffocating as it squeezed together to fit her body perfectly to a long flowing dress. The skirt of the dress seemed relatively plain, but the bust was adorned with intricate metallic swirls which seemed to be placed very carefully to accentuate her curves.
The woman’s comfortable red leather boots had been replaced by rather uncomfortable heels. Was she really expected to keep these on? Her fingers ran up her dress and towards her neck and face to note what other changes had been made. She traced the large chocker necklace about her neck before noticing the most troubling alteration. Her hood was gone, replaced by a veil that sat neatly atop a perfectly sculpted up-do. Wait, a veil? What was she supposed to be, a bride? How was that a spooky costume… The woman frowned, obviously not pleased with the costume the world had picked for her. ”I’ll bring my own costume next time” She growled under her breath before she began to walk.
Trish let out a groan, already missing her comfy uniform as she quickly made her way into the main plaza. The faster she could be done with this mission the faster she could get out of those uncomfortable clothes. She stopped at the fountain at the center of the plaza before starting her search. She needed to find a lab, but everything seemed so odd in this world she couldn’t make out a lab easily. The woman took a moment to note the residents, all sorts of odd ghouls and creatures that made her uneasy. It seemed like something straight out of a child’s nightmare. She wondered if the professor would even look like what she was expecting… The woman let out a long sigh, sitting herself on the edge of the fountain for a moment as she continued to inspect the buildings and their residents.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 0:34:22 GMT -5
The dark and eeriness of this world reminded Christoph of his master's world however as he stepped out of the dark portal he noticed that his clothing has had changed from his normal white coat to something rather grim. Over his face a skull mask covered most of his face keeping his pale white skin hidden from the world along his bright red eyes. His once white clothing became black and ragged almost as if was meant to wrap the bones of a reaper. While Christoph knew the irony of what this world dressed him as he didn't like it. Using the power of his mask he changed the clothing that this world made him wear back into what he normally wore. The skull mask became a white masquerade mask and the reaper's clothing became a brilliant white coat that seemed to be an extension of his pure white skin rather than clothing.
Holding the large sketching pad he often took with him along when he explored worlds he started walking away from the fountain. As he walked he took notice of the sights around him wondering what would be interesting to draw and possibly paint, yet fate had other plans for him that day. As he looked at something that was flying above Christoph accidentally bumped into someone. However at the moment that he bumped into someone he accidentally tripped over a stone causing him to fall on top of the person that he bumped into. His sketching pad flew as he landed on top of someone. As he tried to get pick himself up and figure out what happened he noticed that one of his hands was holding something rather soft and squishy. He grabbed it once more and then looked up seeing that he was holding onto the chest of a woman.
Upon making this horrible discovery of what he had done he quickly pushed himself away still on the ground looking at the girl. He could already sense the fact that she would be angry at him for doing what he did. Christoph opened his mouth trying to say something, but for the first few moments nothing came out and then he was finally able to speak. “I-I-I-I-I am s-s-s-s-s-sorry please f-f-f-forgive me. I-I-I-I I didn't mean to d-d-d-d-do that.” All he could hope would be that this woman would forgive him and not be angry at him. He couldn't really handle strangers interacting with him normally so dealing with someone would was angry at him would almost be out of the question.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 0:04:44 GMT -5
”Hey!” Trish blurted out as the man bumped into her. With all his weight on top of her she wasn’t able to react and brace herself as she usually would. Trish hit the ground hard, pinned against the hard cobblestone road. For a moment she just lay there, stunned, hoping this man would get off of her.
Trish let out a surprised gasp as the man’s hand closed around one of her breasts. Great, just a couple minutes in this outfit and she was already being sexually assaulted. Her face immediately turned a bright red as he squeezed the rather sensitive area again. ”Get off of me you perv!” The woman raised her hand to swat at the stranger but he quickly pushed himself off of her and out of range. She propped herself up into a sitting position and folded her arms across her chest as if it would somehow make the incident a little less worse. What an awful trick, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed the man in time to keep him from pulling this off. She expected him to just give a hurried goodbye and walk off. If he was really feeling cocky he’d spout out some obnoxious pick up line. She thought it best to leave before he could even attempt.
As she picked herself up from the ground, she heard exactly what she wasn’t expecting. Nothing. She turned around to face the man as she dusted herself off, noting the look of pure terror that had fallen over his face as he tried to push out words that would not come. Slowly he was able to stutter out what seemed like a sincere apology, but it was hard to tell. Could it be possible he was that good of a con man to pull off such an act? Pull the sympathy card maybe? Trish took a moment to really inspect the stranger for the first time. What caught her attention first was the mask. Unlike most others she had seen on the world, his costume didn’t really seem to be that scary. It looked almost like he was wearing a masquerade mask rather than a Halloween mask. Next she inspected his apparel which did not seem too out of the ordinary either. How odd, how did he get off so easy?”…It’s ok.” After a few moments of silence she finally spoke a bit grudgingly, still unsure if she should trust this man’s act of regret or not. She simply waited to see what his next actions would be so she could further analyze.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 19:55:56 GMT -5
Christoph just watched as he saw her stare at him, he knew why she was looking at him. He was a freak ,a monster, an abomination. Each second she looked at him he could feel her glare piercing into his very soul and judging him as a monster that shouldn't be alive. Slowly still on the ground he backed up into the side of the fountain. He knew what he did was wrong he knew that it was all his fault. He knew that she had all the right to be angry and mad at him and her looking at him with those eyes that glare even behind the headband that covered her eyes he could still feel her starring at him judging him.
Even though he heard her say it was ok he still felt as is she was judging him for the way he looked and he didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it except for running away. Slowly standing up trying to keep from having a panic attack he edged along the side of the fountain wall hoping to be able to slip away without anything else happen. As he finished standing up he was a few feet away from her. Keeping his fear behind his face he quietly turned away and started to walk then run.
Christoph ran as fast as he could wanting more than anything just to forget about this horrible experience and try to find something to draw to take his mind off of the horrible thing he did. As he ran past a the last of the buildings and into a forest of trees he noticed that he didn't have his sketch pad anymore in his hands. His eyes widened as he recalled when he dropped it, it was when he crashed into the girl. At the time he was so worried and scared that he didn't even notice that he had dropped it. As he came into a clearing with an assortment of different trees Christoph just sat down against one that for some reason had a tree engraved on it. Keeping his head between his knees he just sat in the cold waiting for time to pass before he would go and look for his sketch pad hoping that she wont be there still.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 22:40:23 GMT -5
A look of concern fell over her face as the man slowly backed away from her, walked, and then ran for the woods. She had made a terrible mistake; this guy wasn’t a con man after all. Immediate feelings of guild began to rush towards her as she thought back on how she had lashed out at him for a simple mistake. What had she done?
Trish’s attention turned to the sketchbook the boy left behind. She considered calling out to tell him he’d forgot it but by now he was too far gone, he’d never hear her. The woman bent down and carefully picked it up. Taking her time as to not bend any of the pages, she leaned against the fountain and flipped through the painting. Each page was gently traced by slender fingers so she could pick up even the faintest vibrations that would distinguish a line of paint from the paper. From what she could tell each piece was magnificent and varied, ranging from people to buildings to landscape. The worlds he’d seen seemed to be just as varied as the paintings themselves, she thought she might even be able to identify some of them. It was moments like this she truly wished she were permitted to see.
As Trish reached the end of the stranger’s drawings she let out a long sigh before closing the book. She folded her arms across her chest, drawing the sketchpad close to her in the process as she tried to remember which direction the man had run. Let’s think…He backed against the water fountain, stood up, and then…Ah, the woods! Trish began to run in the man’s direction until she remembered she was in a dress and heals. She quickly caught the edge of her dress with her pointed heels and tripped for the second time in a span of five minutes. The sketchpad she had been holding so carefully flew from her hands as she tried to brace herself. As the woman hit the ground a look of disbelief fell over as she heard a distinct ‘splash’. ”No, no, no, no.” Trish groaned as she scrappled to her feet and leaned over the fountain, quickly fishing out the now soaked sketchpad. ”Shit!” She flipped through the sopping pages to see if anything was salvageable but already she could feel the once detailed lines blurring together. Should she even try returning it?
It was the least she could do, now that she had ruined every single masterpiece this man had made. Maybe he knew some way of fixing it. Trish kicked off her heels that had caused this whole mess in the first place and began to walk barefoot towards the woods once more. As she reached the city limits and left civilization behind, she began to focus on any aura she could find in front of her. Luckily, life seemed sparse in these dismal woods and it wasn’t long before she had closed in on who she was pretty sure was the man who had run into her. Well, it would’ve been quite a coincidence to find another man around the same height wearing the same things curled up against a tree. She felt pretty safe making an assumption.
He looked completely pitiful, his head tucked between his knees as if he was about to have a nervous breakdown. The guilt just kept on piling and piling. How would she tell him that she had ruined his entire book? Well, if he lifted his head he could probably see what she had done already. After an awkward moment of silence Trish began to speak, ”I uh…Liked your drawings.” She extended the book out for him to take back, colorful drops still dripping from it. ”I’m really sorry…I uh, didn’t mean to - If there’s anything I can do, I mean y’know, to help fix it…” The woman seemed to stumble through her words, her hands shook ever so slightly as she tried to prepare for the out lash she was sure to receive. If she could just press rewind and keep this all from happening… Why did all the bad things have to happen to her? ”I’m really sorry.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2013 1:11:07 GMT -5
Christoph just kept his head between his legs as he heard someone come close to him, he didn't feel like moving after what he had just did. So it was a surprise to him when he heard who it was that had found him huddled against a tree. It was the very same girl he was trying to get away from. He was waiting for her to yell at him for what he did, but then he heard that she liked his drawings. She was one of the first few people who actually ever said anything positive about his paintings. The only other people who ever saw them were his family and his old master, but his master had no care for anything art related.
Once he heard what she had to say next however was a bit upsetting when she mentioned that she was sorry for what happened. He had no clue what she meant about being sorry. He popped his head up out from between his legs and saw that his sketch pad was completely soaked in what looked like green water. There was paint dripping out from the book and he could tell even from here that it was completely ruined there was nothing that could be done to save it. “It's o-o-o-ok i-i-i-im not mad. T-t-t-there’s nothing I-I-I-I-I can do to save these. T-t-t-t-t-there gone f-f-f-f-for good.” He couldn't save any of his work at all the water had ruined everything.
Christoph grabbed the pad and placed it next to him on the ground. He stood up and tried to smile as he looked at Trish. It seemed to him that she wasn't as mad as he thought she would be although her destroying his sketchbook might have had something to do with that. “I'm n-n-n-not m-m-m-mad I-I-I just did these today. They're n-n-n-not really t-t-t-t-that good , b-b-b-b-but thank you f-f-f-f-for bring it back to me.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 20:28:28 GMT -5
Trish’s heart sank as the man told him all the paintings were ruined, there was no saving them. Her arms dropped to her sides limp as he took his book back and placed it on the ground beside him. What had she done? Her chest felt heavy as she tried to come to terms with what she’d done. It almost seemed silly to have expected any other response from the man, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. How many hours had he spent on each piece? Hours that were now wasted because of some stupid stranger like her…
Trish cocked her head to the side in confusion as the stranger explained that all those paintings had been made just that day, and what did he mean they weren’t even that good? There was no way, he had to be bullshitting her, but who could jest with such a nervous stutter? He had to be bullshitting. ”I-“ Trish began to speak but stopped herself, a look of pure bewilderment plastered on her face. This man had in some odd way left her speechless. She remained silent for another moment, trying to think of what to say without scaring this guy off. Had she just discovered the next Michelangelo?
”…I don’t understand….What in the world do you think is good then?” Was she just not able to pick up some serious error in the paintings due to her lack of sight, her lost concept of color maybe? Each brushstroke felt so precise, so perfect. Just from the strokes she could make out people, trees, buildings, it was remarkable. How could these not be good? The woman shook her head in disbelief, all she could now was hope this man would answer a few of her questions.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 18:58:57 GMT -5
Christoph's fake smile turned to a real one when he noticed that this girl was just as nervous as he was about the whole situation. Although her words did make him wonder what he was really striving for in his paintings he painted be caused he liked, but each time he finished he always felt that nothing he did was ever good enough. Lowering his head to the ground he sighed and spoke to answer this girl's question to the best he could. “I...I....I don't know.... All I k-k-k-know is that it's n-n-n-not what I've d-d-done.” Still with his ever present stutter one could tell that he was rather depressed about the whole thing not really ever thinking about what he wanted out of his paintings, but that he just wanted to paint things that were amazing to him.
The more he thought of it the more he remembered how his paintings use to be received by his family, it was met with praise by his mother; his father, however was a vastly different story. It seemed whenever he showed his father a painting he was met with violent and harsh actions and punishment. Each time the punishment would be greater and more humiliating. Chris shook his head and hugged this girl without thinking just wanting to forget about what he had just remembered about his past. It took a few moments before he realized what he was doing. He opened his eyes and let go of the girl slightly blushing because of what he did.
A portal opened up behind the girl as he let go. Giving her a small kiss on the cheek he stepped away from her and smiled “t-t-t-thank y-y-y-you, I-I-I-I'll be back I need t-t-t-t-to get a new pad.” Christoph slowly stepped into the green portal and it closed behind him. Christoph sat down in the area between the worlds and blushed trying to get over what he had just did. He had only ever kissed one other girl and that was because of his father's drunken decision.
(OOC: Just continue Trish's goal Chris will pop back up after he gets over being embarrassed and get a new pad
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 23:33:29 GMT -5
”That’s ri-“Trish cut herself off mid response as the man wrapped his arms around her. Her skin seemed to crawl simply from his touch. Her body turned completely stiff, just waiting for the man to release her. The touch of another human had become so foreign, and as he finally let go she could feel her heart racing out of fear. ‘Just relax, it’s the least you can due for ruining his sketchpad’ Trish thought but as he kissed her she instinctively flinched away from his lips. She stood there, so shocked his words were barely comprehensible. Her hand crept up to feel where he had kissed her. Did that just happen?
”Wait!” The woman had been so stunned by the sudden demonstrations of affection; she had no time to stop him. She was shouting to the woods now, he was gone with no hint of how soon he’d be back or how he’d find her again. For all she knew, this would most likely be their first and last encounter; he probably just needed some excuse to run away from her again. Trish’s attention turned back to the wet sketchpad that the man had left. She scooped it back up and carefully brushed off the dead leaves that had stuck to the bottom. ‘Maybe I’ll learn to fix it someday’ She thought to herself as she summoned a dark portal just large enough to fit the pad. The woman slid the useless pieces of paper in and withdrew her hands so that the portal would close. She’d try to figure out what she would do with the paintings later.
Trish stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. She was unsure of how to react. Should she be mad that he so boldly flung himself upon her, or relieved that he wasn’t mad at her after all? The woman shook her head, befuddled. What was it about this guy that unnerved her?
Was the man coming back soon, should she wait? If she waited much longer she wondered if she’d miss her window of opportunity to find the lab she had originally been sent to this world for. Reluctantly the woman turned and headed towards the town once more. If he really wanted to see her again he’d find her. She couldn’t risk upsetting the master for him.
As thoughts of the master began to fill her brain the boy’s memory was set on the backburner and Trish quickened her pace, picking up the front of her dress so she could run quicker. ”Lab, lab, lab…” she mumbled to herself as she entered the plaza, beginning to walk along the edges of the buildings. With enough concentration her clairvoyance allowed her to peer into the structures, hopefully she’d come across some sort of scientific equipment shortly.
Sure enough on her fifth try she came across a building filled with all sorts of equipment, though the exterior seemed rather commonplace, almost like just one of the other houses. The woman took a deep breath, knowing what had to come next. She took a moment to collect herself; this was no time to show weakness like she had in the woods. Trying to remain quiet and not attract much attention from the townspeople, Trish ascended the steps and tried to open the door. To her surprise, it was unlocked. The woman quickly opened the door and shut it softly behind her as she turned the locks. The woman’s demeanor changed completely the moment she set foot in the target’s house. She seemed cool and collected, precise in each step she took. It must have not been quiet enough though because as soon as the woman had made her entrance, an elderly man in a lab coat seated in a wheel chair made his way into the foyer.
”You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” Trish mumbled, she had been sent to interrogate a cripple? ”Sally, you’re back! I knew you’d come back eventually.” ”Who the fuck is Sally?” Trish spoke in a low monotone as she casually walked into the living room that faced the plaza and began to draw the curtains. The living room had a large table littered with what Trish could only assume were ongoing experiments. She began to walk around the table and inspect the odd flasks and tubing.
The elderly man wheeled his way into the room, obviously growing more and more agitated by the unwelcome guest. ”Listen lady-“”Let’s make this quick alright?” Trish interrupted the man as she turned to face him. ”I have intel that you’ve been working on a pretty big proj-“”Get out of my hous-“”Don’t make this harder than it has to be old man!” Trish summoned a black orb to each of her hands. Her ability to wield the darkness usually struck fear in most victims and this man was no exception. The scientist began to wheel towards the door but he wasn’t fast enough. Trish sent one of the spheres flying. It hit one of his wheels, shattering the wiring and toppling him over onto the floor. Before the man could crawl his way to the door Trish was on top of him, it wasn’t hard in fact it was difficult to not injure the man too badly. As he crawled on his stomach into the hall she kicked him hard on the shoulder, causing him to hit the wall and roll onto his back. She proceeded to place her foot on his neck and press down as she spoke. ”Well, what’s it gonna be? Is your experiment really more important than your life?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2013 1:56:32 GMT -5
After a few minutes of calming down Christoph stood up and continued walking in the space between worlds as another portal opened Christoph looked at the old tower that was his home for many years as he trained with his old master. As he stepped into the tower he saw the chair where he left the corpse of his master was still there and still had the remains of his old teacher laying there looking the same as he left it. Christoph walked up to his old room and smiled as he looked around for a spare drawing pad that he might have had lying around. After a bit of looking he found one that wasn't completely full before doing anything else he sat down and started to work on a drawing, it was of the girl he just met even though he thought that his skill's weren't the best he did want to show her what he could do. After twenty minutes he finished it adding in some touches making it one of the best works he had made so far standing up he left the room. As he closed the door to his room and walked down the stairs he couldn't help but remember the time he spent here learning his skills.
Remembering the good times Christoph didn't notice where he was stepping and tripped and fell off the stairs. As he fell he opened up a portal underneath him so he wouldn't crash down onto the ground and die. He didn't know know where or how this portal would open up in the other world. As the portal opened up Christoph fell down onto the ground of the forest where he was before. Looking around the area he saw that the girl was gone. He had expected as much because of how much time he took to grab the blank book still a little bit of him had expected for her to wait for him. Standing up he took another look around and saw that the pad she had ruined was gone. The footprints in the dirt showed that someone in without shoes on had walked away. A small pool of water was there next to one set of foot prints and then there was no other water to be seen.
Christoph assumed that the water was from the pad that she had dropped in the water. Not knowing where this girl had gone or even her name Christoph followed the footprints out of the woods and back into the town. As he got into the town he thought that the footprints would stop and he would have no way of following her, but he noticed that the ground had muddy footprints continuing where the indents in the forest floor left off. Christoph followed the muddy footprints wondering what was going on with the odd pattern that this girl was taking, it looked as if she was looking for something in a house. Christoph just kept a smile on his face as he followed the footprints to the last house.As he tried to open the door he noticed that it was locked, after coming this far he didn't want to just give up so using his chains he broke the doorknob and pushed the door open. With the sketch he had done of her as the first page of the pad he opened the door and saw what was going on with the girl he had met and another man on the ground.
He could only stand there in shock wondering what he was witnessing he had no idea what to do he could only stand there in silence as the old man cried out for help. Christoph didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he didn't want to get involved in this. The drawing pad he had with him fell to the floor as he stepped back and closed the door. He walked away in silence and sat down at the base of the stairs.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2013 23:49:28 GMT -5
Trish’s head shot up as she heard the doorknob being smashed in. Shit, how had someone realized he was in distress already? The woman raised her second black orb up, ready to fling it towards her new assailant, but as the door swung open she was shocked to notice who was on the other side. It was the man from the woods. ”It’s not what it looks like.” She quickly blurted out as she dismissed the swirling black orb in her hand. He just stood there in shock for a moment before dropping his notepad and running back out the door. ‘So stupid, it’s not what it look like? Really, you couldn’t think of anything better to say?’ The woman chastised herself for her stupid remark. There was no hiding what was happening, she didn’t take him as an idiot. She had to catch him.
”I’ll be back for you, and don’t even think about trying anything.” Trish growled to the man struggling to breath under her foot. She summoned a blue orb to her hand and finally stepped off of him, but that wasn’t to say his worries were over. She threw the orb down right next to him and in a flash of blinding light he was immediately encapsulated in a light blue barrier. The translucent walls muffled his voice enough to keep his pleas for help unheard and were strong enough to keep him inside. Hopefully it would hold long enough for her to bring the sketchbook back to this man again and possibly set things straight.
Trish ran for the door, picking up the sketchpad as she began to fiddle with the broken doorknob. She cracked the door open, sliding through so that no passerby could see what was happening in the foyer before promptly shutting it behind her. To her surprise the man was just sitting on the steps outside the house, as if he was waiting for her. Once again the woman was thrown into a state of confusion, unsure of what to do about the witness she now had to deal with. He wasn’t running off to get the authorities, that was good, but what if he ended up ratting her out later on? She’d never be able to return to this world, her head would be on just another bounty list for this job. That she didn’t need.
Even though offing him would most likely be the easiest option, the woman found it hard to even consider ending this young artist’s life. Maybe if she befriended him he would stay quiet. Slowly the woman made her way down the stairs and sat down next to him. ”I’m really sorry you had to see that…here’s your sketchpad” Only as she began to hand the drawing pad back to him did she notice it was opened to a specific drawing already. She hesitated in handing it over completely, taking a moment to gently run her fingers across the paper to take a closer look. The first thing that struck her was the blindfold, had he drawn…no. Couldn’t be. The woman’s hair was placed in a neat up-do, her choker held tight to her neck as if it kept it her head in place. Her dress was long and flowing, she was beautiful. It couldn’t be. ”Who is this?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 20:54:52 GMT -5
Christoph just sat there at the base of the stairs his mind replaying everything that had just happened everything that he had seen and still he couldn't understand what he had seen exactly. What she said just seemed to cause him more confusion. Normally he was cautious and suspicious of strangers, because of what his classmates did to him, yet this girl seemed to be different he felt that she meant no harm to him and that he could trust her, that was until he came across her over an old man with her foot on his neck. It seemed as if she wanted to kill the poor old man, but she said that it wasn't what it looked like. He wanted to trust her, but at the same time it was hard to believe that she wasn't trying to kill him. His mind tried to rationalized what the reason was that she was in such an aggressive stance over the man, but each time he thought of something to rationalize her actions as innocent his mind kept snapping back to the face that she had. It was so aggressive that he couldn't ignore it at all she was after that man's life.
Christoph was so engrossed with his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Trish had sat down next to him. It was only when she spoke that he actually turned his head and saw that she was right next to him, she was close to him a bit too close for his own comfort he wanted to move away from her, but he was scared that she would attack him just like she did to that man his mask hid his fear as this girl handed back the drawing pad he had dropped. At that moment when she asked who the drawing was he was a bit taken back that she didn't know that it was her that he had drawn. With a quiet and soft tone he spoke to her .“I-I-I-I-It's you.” It seemed at the moment that she didn't want to hurt him so he relaxed a bit still keeping an eye in case she did try to attack him. He didn't want to use his powers, because of how horrible they were, but if he had to he would to keep himself safe. “I-I-I-I-I-I mean I k-k-k-know I'm not good, but I thought that I got what you looked like. A-a-a-at least to me.” The drawing of her was a stark contrast of what he just witness. In his pad she was soft and kind elegant and beautiful.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 23:03:21 GMT -5
”Oh… “ Trish mumbled. She was sure the man had probably done a flawless job, but the woman in the drawing just looked so… innocent, she knew it wasn’t really her. From the almost angelic façade she knew the artist had failed to note her dark demeanor, the long scars that ran down her back and the secrets she held inside. He wouldn’t have stuck around if he knew what hid beneath that blindfold. After all, she was a freak, a monster, an abomination.
”C’mon, stop saying you’re bad…I mean, if even the blind can see that you’re good you must be doing something right…right?” It wasn’t often that Trish attempted to make light of her disability but the man was so down on himself he almost reminded her of…herself. It was painful to watch; she wanted to do something to cheer him up but was unsure of what to do. She forced a small smile for him before placing the sketchpad on his lap.
Trish began to shift uneasily on the step, wondering when her barrier would wear off and free the scientist. Though she wanted to stay with the man, her duty lay with the master. She couldn’t even imagine his reaction if she missed her target to console this young artist. ”Before I go back inside, could I get your name?” It probably seemed like an odd request, but she needed to know in case this was the last time their paths crossed. Maybe if she was able to mend his sketchpad she could use his name to track him down. Doubtful, but the prospect made her smile. She wouldn’t mind running into this odd man another time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 0:01:22 GMT -5
Christoph smiled a bit at what she said about him being good, but he knew she was just being nice to him. Then he was taken back when she asked his name. Someone as beautiful as her wanted to know who he was? This was a tottal shock to him and he didn't really know what to say at first“W-w-why would you want to know m-m-m-my name?A-a-a-a-a freak like m-m-m-m-me shouldn't even be t-t-talking to someone as beautiful as you. I-I-I am usless j-j-j-just trash that isn't worth your t-t-t-time.” Christoph slid back against the side of the stairs and turned his head downward not wanting to look at her at the moment.
Without saying anything Christoph stood up and walked over to the wall of a nearby building and stood there for a breif moment before he spoke again. “I-I-I-I will wait for you here i-i-if you want me to do so. Y-y-y-you can call me Khonsu. I-I-I would ask your n-n-n-name b-b-but i'm not worth knowing it.” Christoph gave her the name he gives everyone he doesn't yet know if he can trust. Standing still he looked down and avoided looking at her in her eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 20:33:24 GMT -5
Trish paused as Khonsu once again belittled himself, and to her even. How was that…she couldn’t understand how he could even do that. She didn’t think anyone could get lower than her. ”Listen, I’ve traveled all through this universe for many years, and I still have yet to find someone who was unimportant. I bet you’re far from trash.” She tried to give the man another reassuring smile, but at this point she wasn’t sure if there was anything she could do to cheer him up.
Khonsu, what a unique name. She wouldn’t have any trouble remembering that one. ”…Just call me Trish” She finally got to her feet as Khonsu made his way over to the nearby wall. The woman began to make her way back up the steps of the house as she spoke. ”I shouldn’t be any longer than ten minutes, I’ll talk to you then.” With that the woman pushed the broken door open and stepped inside, quietly shutting it behind her. What she noticed in front of her was exactly what she had grown anxious over. Small glowing shards of her barrier were beginning to fade out of existence, and the scientist was nowhere to be found. ”Shit” She growled, beginning to frantically run about the house searching for the old man. Master would kill her if she didn’t find him. He couldn’t have gotten far; he was crippled after all, right?
Trish’s head shot up as she began to pick up on noise below her. The basement! She ran over to the door beside the kitchen and flung it open, revealing a staircase leading to who knew what. The woman flew down the stairs, skidding to a halt on the cold tile floor, taking a moment to take in the the rather elaborate lab. There were tubes and bubbling Erlenmeyer flasks and odd glass and metal coils littered all over the lab benches. There were petri dishes growing all sorts of bacteria and fungi, some even seemed to resemble the beginnings of human organs. What caught Trish’s attention the most though was something that didn’t really seem to belong there. In between two of the benches stood a mannequin about the same height as her. It seemed to be sewn of all sorts of materials in a pretty hasty fashion, the stitching was relatively sloppy. She began to walk towards it to inspect it further when she heard another sound. Her head spun in its direction as she finally locked onto her target. Somehow the scientist had made his way all the way down here and was continuing his struggle towards what seemed to be a back up wheel chair. ”There you are, I told you not to move.” She growled, quickly making her way towards the old man.
”Sally now!””Wha-“ Before Trish could react, the creature she had mistook for a life size doll sprang to life, crashing the metal pipe it had grabbed into the side of her head. The woman instantly dropped to the ground unconscious, blood beginning to spill from her cracked skull and onto the tile floor. The doll dropped the bar and covered her mouth at the sight of the odd liquid. ”You’ll stitch her up Doc, right?” Her words were muffled between fingers, weren’t people supposed to have stuffing in them? The scientist wheeled his way towards the two, running into the woman’s side to make sure she was still unresponsive. ”Don’t worry about that now Sally, just grab her and pull.” Sally grabbed Trish’s legs, beginning to drag her from the back of the lab and into the surgery room, leaving a trail of blood the entire way.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 20:34:53 GMT -5
The words Trish spoke soothed Christoph a bit, but for some reason he couldn't believe that what she said wasn't just her trying to keep him from telling someone else what she was doing back in the house; not that he really cared at all. He who should just curl up and die, he who should of never been born had no right to say what he thought of about the life of another living being all he had say over was the souls of the dead that he commanded. Yet when she said she would be back in ten minutes and that she still wanted to talk to him it caused him to smile slightly under his mask as he quietly nodded and watched as she walked away from him and back into the house where he assumed she was going to finish off the poor man that was laying on the floor.
Twenty minuets passed and Christoph was still there waiting for Trish. The house was oddly quiet and still. Slowly walking up the steps he peaked inside of the door and saw that there was no one inside. The floor lacked any signs of blood, it seemed as if Trish had done the deed and had left. His heart sunk as that thought climbed into his mind once again he was abandon like the trash he thought he was. Her words were nothing more than a way to keep him from calling someone else to save the poor old man that was her victim. That's when he heard the sounds of someone scrubbing something with a great deal of effort.
As he slowly walked down the steps inside of the house into the basement he saw a girl cleaning the floor. This woman wasn't Trish though she seemed to be wearing clothing that appear to be sown together from various other cloths and the girl herself seemed to have many stitches all over her body as if someone had sown her together as well. He didn't know if this girl was a friend of Trish or someone the old man knew so he kept himself against the wall trying not to be noticed that's when he over heard her saying something about hoping that the Doctor will fix up the poor girl she just hit. Thats when he saw a bloody rag hanging out of a bucket. Trish was hurt and in the hands of the man she had just tried to kill.
Two long chains stretched out from around his wrists and hit the floor causing a loud clunk that caused the girl cleaning up the blood to turn around. Christoph just looked at her as she saw that she was no longer alone just as she was about to say something the two chains slammed into her causing her to crash into a wall. Without saying anything he slowly moved towards a door that's when he saw the old man and Trish. His back was to both him and her as he was working on something. Standing at the doorway without moving his arms the chains shot out across from the room and wrapped around the old man's body and neck lifting him into the air away from his wheelchair. The man continued to struggle even shouting at Christoph and calling for help, but Christoph didn't care as he slowly walked over to Trish laying on the table he placed one hand on the back of her head where she was bleeding from. Soon a white ghost like aura started to wrap around of Trish as Chris held her head. “P-p-p-p-please b-b-b-be ok.”
(Mend the dead flesh 1/3)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 13:00:58 GMT -5
Trish let out a soft groan as the wispy aura surrounded her and began to close the considerable gash in the back of her head. Even as the bleeding subsided though, the migraine that followed a substantial hit to the head would not. Her ears had a painful ring to them that caused her to reach her hands up to her head as if grasping at her skull would alleviate the pain. As her fingers pressed tight to the sides of her head she could feel the warm liquid that had matted her hair down as the smell of iron suddenly overwhelmed her…Why was she bleeding?
”M-master…” The woman was obviously still very disoriented. As her focus on her surroundings blurred in and out she could only assume she was on the examining table back at the master’s domain. What had happened? She knew she had been headed straight for the old man and then…nothing. What had caused her to black out so suddenly? Had she been able to finish him off, had her other taken over the job? The thought of the possibility made her stomach turn. What had happened to Khonsu if she’d gotten out?
As these disturbing thoughts crossed Trish’s mind her senses were slowly coming back to her. At first seeming distant she could hear someone screaming for help. His voice was strained, desperate as if the simple task of speaking was difficult. Trish brought her hands back down to her sides in an attempt to pick herself up but whatever was healing her had obviously not taken full effect yet as her arms wavered and she fell back to the table, hitting against something soft and fleshy. The woman let out a surprised gasp, having not even realized there had been a hand there and recoiled out of fright. The master never touched her like that while she was in recovery. She clumsily tried to push herself away, not realizing that the table she was on was not much wider than herself. With a thud she hit the ground hard once more.
Maybe the shock of the stranger’s touch was what she needed as the shot of adrenaline seemed to knock Trish for the most part back to her senses. She rolled herself over and sat up, putting most of her focus on the man standing at the edge of the table, letting out a sigh of relief as she realized it was just Khonsu. Wait, so she wasn’t back in the master’s domain after all? That meant that…She must still be in the scientist’s lab. Slowly Trish brought her arm up to grab the edge of the table she had just fallen from and pulled herself up to a standing position, leaning heavily on the stainless steel surface as she regained her footing. ”Khonsu…What are you doing down here?” her voice was soft and filled with confusion as she once again grabbed for her pounding head, trying to make sense of the situation she had found herself in. For the first time since she had come back to her senses she took a moment to really take another look about the lab. Her focus immediately fell on the old man she had been sent to deal with. He appeared to be suspended in the air by chains, which confused her as there were no chains coming from the ceiling. She followed the trail of them which snaked their way about the floor and to…Khonsu? So this man she had perceived simply as an aspiring young artist had some tricks up his sleeves as well. She took a step to make her way about the table and towards the man but stumbled the moment she tried taking any weight off of the table. ”He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 0:24:27 GMT -5
Christoph only watched as Trish first spoke muttering something about a master. It wasn't shocking to him to find out that he wasn't the only one who had a teacher who taught them skills. He had no clue as to what Trish had learned from the man, but he could at least assume that Trish had a good relationship with her teacher because she called out for him after waking up from an injury. Christoph didn't want to say anything while she was still not fully aware of where she was, but the old man kept on screaming momentarily he directed his attention from Trish to the old man. In that time Trish had tried to get up as he felt her hitting his hand with the back of her head. It startled him because he wasn't expecting for her to try to get up so soon and what happened after was a real shock he could only watch as she tried to stand up off of the table and fall down to the ground. She seemed to be getting better as she recognized the fact that it was him who was there and not her master and she even saw the old man.
As he saw her struggle he moved over to her and wrapped an arm around her to keep her stable. He did it without thinking about it, which a few seconds later he regretted because of the contact between him and her. He wasn't use to any physical contact and now him intentionally it caused him a bit of fear and at the same time some form of happiness. “I-I-I-I-I am fine Trish h-h-h-he didn't hurt me.” From this angle he could still see that his skill was helping her heal and that the damage was much greater then he had thought before. Still he knew that she would heal completely over time now the only question was what to do with the old man that he currently had wrapped up in his chains.
He knew that the longer the poor man stayed tied up the more of his life force would be drained away. Still he had no idea what to do with the man. Christoph had acted out in rage and fear not really noticing what he was really doing. He could just leave the man tied up and wait for him to die, however he didn't know what Trish wanted with him. As he lowered the man to the ground he kept the chains wrapped around the man making sure that his arms weren't free. “T-T-Trish hurry up and d-d-d-do what you need t-t-t-to do with him. H-h-h-h-he won't have much longer a-a-a-a-t this rate.” While normally it would take several minutes to kill someone just by touching his chains that wasn't the case for this old man because of his age. Christoph knew that the older someone got the weaker their life force became and the easier it was for his chains to steal it. “J-j-j-just don't touch my c-c-c-chains.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 12:59:01 GMT -5
For the first time Trish did not flinch away from Khonsu’s touch as her wrapped his arm around her to keep her stable. With each passing moment she could feel herself getting stronger, finally able to notice the healing aura that had surrounded her. Not only had he intervened and kept her from falling prey to the very man she had been sent to ultimately kill, but he was even assisting her in the task. Why? He didn’t owe her anything, if anything she was the one that owed him since she ruined his sketch pad. It didn’t make sense, why was he being so nice to her when she was doing such terrible things?
”Those chains…How are you…” Her attention had turned to Khonsu’s chains that had bound the man as he warned her not to touch them, finally sensing the energy that was flowing through them. She could feel the scientist’s aura weakening as it passed into the chains, as if the man’s weapons were sucking the very life from him. He was right, she didn’t have much time and even as this thought crossed her mind she could hear his voice growing frailer.
Gradually the migraine that was continuing to disorient Trish faded and she had a clear enough mind to assess the situation at hand. Slowly she released herself from Khonsu’s grasp and made her way towards the old man, being careful to side step the enchanted chains. ”Which one is it? Tell me where it is.” She growled, mere inches away from the agonized scientist now. Even though her tone was threatening, the man seemed to understand what was fated for him and therefore was not willing to make any pleas or bargains. Mustering up the most intense glare he could manage he spat in the woman’s direction defiantly, hitting her on the cheek. Trish let out a short sigh as she wiped the spit from her face and flicked her wrist to remove it from her finger. ”I’d at least like to know your name before I kill you.””You treacherous oaf, you won’t have anything from me.” Well, she had to at least give him points for trying to be courageous. With another short sigh she grabbed onto each side of his head and in one quick motion snapped it to the side. With a sickening crack any further defiance from the scientist was quieted.
”I’m sorry you had to see that…” Trish mumbled. She wasn’t used to others watching her work. It made her feel uncomfortable really; it reminded her of how terrible a person she could be. In the end though, it was better than the alternative. It was just one life to save thousands, millions possibly. She had to tell herself that over and over again before she could cram her conscious into the back of her mind once more.
The woman began to walk about the lab, picking up one of the man’s research books. She opened the cover, running her hand gently across the first page and finding in clear script, “PROPERTY OF DR. FINKELSTEIN”. What an odd name. She tossed the book to the side and began walking inbetween the lab benches, picking up each flask and beaker and smelling them. As she noted something that she thought might be flammable she threw it either on the ground or against the wall. She needed to make sure whatever big experiment he had been working on would never see the light of day.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 21:37:06 GMT -5
For some reason Christoph started to enjoy having his arm around Trish as she slowly got better and started to talk. Her question about his chains would have to wait for another time even though he had helped her it was a random moment he still didn't trust her completely not that he trusted anyone. He knew that people always were out to get him. Yet this is all part of his own paranoia most people weren't after him at all, but that he doesn't know that. So instead of speaking he just watched as Trish tried to get answers from the old man. At least now he knew that she was looking for something, but he didn't expect that when the man didn't talk she killed the man instead of continue to interrogate him. He didn't mind the fact that old man was killed or the fact that Trish killed someone. After all he was a necromancer.
Christoph's chains started to wrap around his wrists again and vanished away from sight.”It's ok Trish.W-w-w-w-what are you looking for?” Christoph stood in the middle of the room and watched as Trish look around for what ever she was tasked to find. Picking up a book she tossed to the ground Christoph started to flip through the pages looking at each detail that was written down. Maybe the man had written something in here that Trish didn't see. That's when a thought came to his mind why did Trish want to know the name of the old man didn't she know who he was? “Trish w-w-w-who are you really? And w-w-w-why did you come here?”
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