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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 9, 2008 1:28:10 GMT -5
"'Flesh' is such a loose term."
He pulled his hand away and took a step back.
"I am a living man. And a dangerous one. Stay where you are."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 9, 2008 1:35:32 GMT -5
"I have no fear," replied Maleo, staying where he was anyway.
"Flesh or bone, we are all the same to Dis in death."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 9, 2008 1:39:01 GMT -5
"Some of us do not know death, M. Addams. Even if it is plainly written on our faces."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 9, 2008 1:42:03 GMT -5
"Written?" he repeated, not sure if he understood. Still, he was curious about what that meant.
"How so, Maestro?" he asked, still smiling at the man in shadows.
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 9, 2008 1:48:20 GMT -5
"How so."
He hummed and the hat tilted a bit, paused, and straightened again before being removed, along with the scarf. He was still a shadow, but dimly visible--and probably moreso to Maleo's burgeoning Strigoi eyes. The mask, matte and black, remained in place.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 9, 2008 1:56:28 GMT -5
Maleo could see the shape of the black face in the candlelight, sharpened by his heightened senses. Smirking a bit, Maleo posed his stance differently, a hip set to one side.
"A death mask in anticipation of the end, Maestro? Or are you Death himself under there?" However, his tone was not challenging in the least - he was positively enchanted, and the way in which he spoke was laden with allure. "If you are, I should love to see."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 9, 2008 2:01:58 GMT -5
"I've brought death to many, but I shouldn't claim to be he. I've been called unholy, and I am certainly not a devil. And what I have under this mask is not something I care to display for gratification of mere curiosity, senor."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 9, 2008 17:31:55 GMT -5
"I am not merely curious at your appearance, Senor. I prefer to know the face of a man, rather than a mask."
Putting his fists against his pelvis, Maleo's smile turned sharp-toothed grin. "You can't possibly be afraid of what I would think of you, Maestro."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 10, 2008 23:19:31 GMT -5
"The mask is my face, boy. There is no face underneath."
Destler's voice growled witha promise of danger, twined around the young man.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 10, 2008 23:31:59 GMT -5
Maleo's smile only wavered with the shadowed man's voice surrounding him, however, the dangerous edge to the man's voice made him shiver pleasantly.
"Don't tease, Maestro," he replied, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, his hip out on the other side now. "It's unfair."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 10, 2008 23:37:23 GMT -5
"You think I'm teasing you? Do I seem the sort of man who enjoys a good joke to you?"
In all actuality, of course, he did enjoy a good laugh, but Maleo had no way of knowing that, and Destler was already in a foul mood to begin with.
The voice settled at the fledgling vampire's ear, and the solid presence was behind it in shadow.
"Have you ever seen a de-gloved corpse?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 10, 2008 23:40:53 GMT -5
Maleo closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, but did not turn toward the voice - he had learned well enough that men in shadows rarely were where they wanted to one to think.
"Not... mm, since I was a little boy."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 10, 2008 23:53:16 GMT -5
"If you remember that sight, then you know my face well enough."
The voice slipped around to the other ear, and a breath--hot and smelling of brandy--followed it.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 11, 2008 0:04:44 GMT -5
Maleo smiled again and relaxed his stance, following the smell a bit with a turn of his head and a slight leaning of his body.
"Mmm... wonderful... I remember the sight of it... I was fascinated. It was life to me, beautifully revealed by death." Now he had to see the man beneath the mask!
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 11, 2008 0:08:08 GMT -5
The voice was silent for a moment, and then muttered out a quiet "What?"
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