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Post by Erik on Aug 28, 2007 14:15:02 GMT -5
((You walked out on me, bitch! )) *Erik stood, staring at this... creation. The man's silent words touched him in a strange way, almost as if... as if they were true. He had made something beautiful. He still wasn't sure how, or why, or what to do with it, but the manchild stood before him in the living flesh, and the flattery sure didn't hurt. At all. He turned to Death.* "What happens if he takes off the chain? Where did he come from? Why is he talking in my mind? And why is he so... old?"
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Post by Christine on Aug 28, 2007 14:16:06 GMT -5
((Oh, I thought it was my dorm room. No worries. And over at the coffe shop, I may be about to walk out on you again.))
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Post by Death on Aug 28, 2007 14:23:10 GMT -5
*Death looked helpless.*
"I...I don't know. What part of 'never seen anything like this' didn't make sense? You're the one that's talking about a father. It--he has a father?"
*He fidgeted uncomfortably.*
I thought if you were playing for the other team, you would have at least called me.
"And the chain...well, it just seems to bridge the planes. So he should probably wear it until I can make sure he's here...you know, permanently."
aka I don't know.
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Post by Erik on Aug 28, 2007 14:25:26 GMT -5
*Erik sighed and ran his hands through his hair.*
"Fine. Sorry. You came when Erik asked, which is more than anyone else would do. It seems to think I'm its... mother." *He almost spat the word out.* "Which means that Nadir..."
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Post by Julian on Aug 28, 2007 14:28:32 GMT -5
*The man smiled and lowered his lashes at Erik's confession. He made it sound so...scandalous. It was terribly amusing. Parting his lips, his voice was soft and unnerving.*
"Is not the name Mother bestowed on that one who bears you? Gives you life? You seem to have done just that..."
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Post by Death on Aug 28, 2007 14:29:24 GMT -5
"Nadir?"
*Death's voice cracked slightly at the word.*
Wasn't he that Persian guy?
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Post by Erik on Aug 28, 2007 14:40:23 GMT -5
*The man's voice, his real voice, convinced Erik that there was heredity at work. It was not his voice, but he recognized that timbre of blood-stained silk.
He thought he might have to kill himself just to escape the lunacy of it all.*
"But it's simply impossible!" *he said.* "The daroga performed anal sex upon me, certainly, but not... I don't even have... You're not even a baby, the devil take you!"
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Post by Micaela on Aug 28, 2007 14:41:21 GMT -5
((*collapses into giggles*
be prepared for insane laughter back at the coffee shop.))
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Post by Death on Aug 28, 2007 14:43:41 GMT -5
*Death's jaw thudded once more to the carpet. Honestly, what was he supposed to do?*
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Post by Julian on Aug 28, 2007 14:46:17 GMT -5
*The man approached Erik with an unnatural grace.*
"That he might."
*The smile remained and there was darkness in his voice.*
"But perhaps..."
*The man placed his hand flat against Erik's diminishing belly.*
"You were forced to improvise."
*He met Erik's gaze.*
"So perhaps the Devil will come for us both."
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Post by Erik on Aug 28, 2007 14:52:10 GMT -5
*Erik stood transfixed by the man before him.*
"I do not fear his coming," *he said quietly.* "Do you?"
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Post by Julian on Aug 28, 2007 14:57:13 GMT -5
*The man let out a small but disturbing laugh.*
"And why should I, Mother? Are we not both his children?"
*He shut his eyes briefly in remembrance.*
"That is what they called you...isn't it?"
*The smile returned.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 28, 2007 15:39:26 GMT -5
*Erik's begrudging admiration for this strange creature turned icy in his veins.*
"You cannot possibly know that," *he said.* "That is... not Erik any longer."
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Post by Julian on Aug 28, 2007 16:00:49 GMT -5
*The man touched a lock of Erik's hair, twirling it about the tip of his finger. The words slithered from his lips.*
"Right. Of course. Now you are beautiful. Now you are loved. There is nothing left of that man."
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Post by Erik on Aug 28, 2007 16:24:24 GMT -5
(("Damn straight!" *says cowboy!Erik.))
"No..." *he said. Or was it yes, there is nothing left? He couldn't remember.* "But regardless, you cannot know it. You cannot have..."
*He squeezed his eyes shut. The thought that another being could know his secrets, the intimate details of his depraved life, frightened him. More than he thought it should.*
"What do you remember? Everything?"
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