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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 14, 2008 21:46:28 GMT -5
"No, I'm not sure..." he muttered; no sense in lying now, was there? Though he didn't really want to make her panic... or did he? Her pain would be kind of-- no! He banished the bloody thoughts from his mind, looking the collar over to see if it had any reasonable weaknesses, cursing loudly when it didn't. Alright then, he'd have to touch it and burn himself, but that was already obvious. It was those little hooks that were going to be a problem. They'd really thought this through, hadn't they?
"I can't rip it off, it would tear your jugular and you'd bleed all over the floor and die in under two seconds." he told her bluntly, checking for just a few moments more to see if it had any other weaknesses, before sighing. Looks like this was going to be a long process. "I'm sorry Evelyn, but I can't avoid this without touching you. Bear with me." he muttered, leaning forward to rest one hand on the back of her neck while the other worked with the clasp of the collar, a sharp hiss sounding as it bit at the demon's skin.
His skin was surprisingly cool considering he was a fire demon, cooler than a mortal's so that the fire could pass through it without breaking the skin entirely. He hid his curses under a violent snarl, having to let go for a moment for a break. But the clasp was undone. Go him! The carnage was evident around them, bodies lying in heaps and the sounds of people trying to get in were becoming ever more obvious as he glanced around - not that they would actually get in, he'd already shielded the building against that.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 14, 2008 22:08:11 GMT -5
She started shaking again as he put his hand on the back of her neck, outrage that he was touching her flaring in her eyes for a moment, looking as though she may attack him, before she battled it off. "Alright...just get it off." Yes, out little Evelyn was even willing to be in contact with someone else in order to get this damnable thing off.
She reached back to sweep her hair away from her neck and hold it up behind her head to give him a better view of what he was doing, hoping that would make this while process much swifter as he could study the collar more closely and wouldn't get his fingers tangled up in her hair. She grimaced as he fiddled with the collar, trying to find a weak point, biting down with pain as each movement of the collar caused those hooks to jiggle about under her skin in a rather revolting fashion. She did, however, also feel it slacken off as he broke the clasp, a look of relief sweeping over her features. It was coming off, she just needed to allow him time to work th hooks free of her skin, conscious of his comment about her bleeding to death; which was the main reason she hadn't dragged the collar off now and thrown it to the floor.
"Will they be able to get in before you can get it off?" She asked, sounding pretty worried as her gaze flickered to the door, not wanting him to have to break off from helping her to deal with the stupid villagers. "We should raise this fucking town to the ground." She snarled viciously.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 15, 2008 5:35:08 GMT -5
"Not a chance." he replied to her question about the villagers, glancing around the hall to listen for a moment to the battering those doors were taking, and smiling lightly. He gazed down at his hands, which were already burned pretty badly; that and the criss-cross burn from the chain he'd caught was beginning to sting. "And not this town. This isn't the town these nobles came from - they're from somewhere out of the Twin Mountains." he murmured, sighing and resuming his attack on the collar with a slight hint of reluctance now - the thing really hurt to touch.
His deft hands worked under the collar to unlatch each of the little hooks, leaving cuts in her neck from where they had been dragged with her movement. But in all fairness, it wasn't the seriousness of the cuts they should be concerned with; they weren't that bad, but the sheer number of them scattered over her neck was unreal. The collar finally came free with the final twist of his hand, wisps of smoke escaping from under his palms when he held it. Instantly it had been launched hard into the wall, splintering the stone and smacking harmlessly onto the tiles.
"Done." he muttered, rising to his feet again and frowning down at his useless hands. He wouldn't be able to hold Amor now, but at least he could still use fire - it would hurt like hell, but he could do it. "I think we should get out of the hall." he told her softly, gazing down at his blood speckled clothes.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 15, 2008 6:12:14 GMT -5
The removal of the collar hurt her as much as it was hurting him, the necklace of cuts that it revealed over her neck stung as they met with the humid air of the hall. The hooks did slice into her neck just a little more, but not too badly, as he worked them loose. Evelyn was good at hiding pain though. She sat as still as she could as he helped her, shivering a little from both pain and the feeling of his fingers every time they brushed over her flesh. Her jaw was clenched, but she didn't seem to give any other signs of pain, even her eyes were set with a strange determination. Crying wasn't the way to deal with pain, she had learnt that the hard way, and whimpering only gave whoever was hurting you more pleasure from their actions.
The relief was obvious as he threw the collar across the room, body relaxing as her hands flew up to her neck, gently letting her fingertips dance over the cuts on her neck lightly, as if to examine the extent of the damage. "It will scar, won't it?" She murmured as she looked up at him, her gaze flickering to his hands, reaching out to touch her bloodied fingertips to his palms with a feathery soft touch, her flesh oddly cool to say what she had just been through. Ha! That was revenge for him touching her. "Thank you Vynce, your hands will be alright...right?" She asked, concern dancing through her eyes as she looked back up at him.
She had hardly touched him really, but that was a huge jump to even attempt to touch someone for Evelyn, her hands soon dropping back into her lap. She would have hugged him, but she couldn't stand the thought of that much contact.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 15, 2008 6:31:18 GMT -5
"AH!" he snatched his hands away from her as she touched them; no matter how light the touch putting your hands on a burn was going to sting. "A thank you would have been better." he frowned, ignoring the blood starting to ooze from his palms and glaring around at the hall. His gaze returned to her neck after a few moments, and he leant down to examine the cuts properly. "It will scar." he nodded, "But not badly, if you get it seen by a healer. Though god-knows where there's going to be one who hasn't heard of us by now." he muttered.
"But at least it's off." he concluded, glancing down at his hands and shaking them, as if to see if there was still any feeling in them. "They'll be alright, I've had worse." he murmured with a nod, moving to wander over to one of the bodies of the nobles. He ripped his shirt into strips in a manner which blatantly said he had no respect for the dead, tying two of the long strips around his hands to protect them from infection, at least for a little while. "This is the most I've been burned in years, just so you know." he informed her, as though she should take responsibility for it.
"Now, I think we should finally answer the doors and tell them we don't want any, don't you?" he began walking to the doors, where villagers were still hammering on them from the outside - of course they hadn't seen what had gone on before in there. It was doubtful they'd want to, now.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 15, 2008 7:13:22 GMT -5
She smiled to him apologetically as he tugged his hands back, nodding to him as she rose to her feet. The cuts around her neck would mean that she wouldn't be able to fight, so she needed to stick close to Vyncent. It was a good job they had changed his deal with her or he would be free of her now, he had just repaid his favor and saved her life, much to his own pain aswell, and she was sure that self sacrifice to help another was out of character for the demon. Therefore, she was doubly grateful to him because he had risked pain and death to free her.
Evelyn seemed to share his disrespect for the dead; they were dead and gone, what did they care what happened to their bodies? She refused to bandage her neck up, instead wandering between the piles of bodies for a moment before selecting a long dagger from the ground, the weapon clean, as if it hadn't even had the chance to taste anyone's blood before it's owner fell. Oh well, who ever it had belonged to didn't need it now, did he? "As long as they don't make me wear bandages, I won't let them bandage my neck." She told him adamantly, pouting as she nodded.
The shifter moved back over to stand by him now in front of the doors, quirking an eyebrow. "They will see the state of this place and run...if they have any sense at all..." She murmured to herself, grip tightening on her newest weapon as she looked up at Vyncent. "I think you should answer the doors now." She agreed with him, "And give them something to remember us by."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 15, 2008 7:28:59 GMT -5
Out of character was a little bit of an understatement, the demon was practically in pain from his self-sacrifice. But he knew just what would change that. And it involved a lot of blood-shed. He hovered in front of the doors waiting for her, the tips of his hair stirring again from some unseen breeze, blasts of heat radiating from him and out through the hall. He threw her that crooked smile of his as she picked up the dagger, ignoring the pounding that his shield was taking. She was learning already, wasn't she?
"They don't have any sense. They're mortals." he told her in his double voice, not bothering to hide his anger any more as the doors buckled and flew open with a roar of flames, taking out more than one or two villagers who were idiotic enough to stand in its way. Their eyes widened as they saw who it was, and then they just... weren't there anymore, obliterated by the fire that erupted from his hands. If you looked closely you could see the little etch of pain on his face from the scorches already on his palms, but it was hardly noticable now.
"We should disappear for a while, I think." he told her through the black fire that, funnily enough wasn't burning her now, even though it was spread all along the town hall, cremating the fallen villagers and nobles, and melting away that awful chain and the collar that was with it.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 15, 2008 7:52:52 GMT -5
It wasn't really as if she needed the dagger when she had Vyncent was it? What use was the dagger when the people were all incinerated before she even stepped toward them, not that she minded right now. Evelyn was still feeling weakened and shaken from the collar, she just needed time to recover from that. Plus she rather enjoyed watching how Vyncent fought, the flames reflecting in her eyes as she watched the downfall of the mortals without blinking; they had no sympathy from her, not after what they had done to her.
"I think disappearing would be a good idea." She nodded to Vyncent, though she wasn't sure how they could do that when both of their faces would be plastered through almost every town in the region, maybe even further than that. Vyncent would know how, Vyncent was old and always knew what to do.
She grinned at the fire, seeming pretty amused by the fact she wasn't getting burnt, holding out her hand to watch the flames lick over her pale, blood spattered skin, leaving her feeling rather content and warm. "Hwy look Vynce, I'm fire proof like you, it must like me because I fed it last night." She nodded, seeming pretty proud of herself, not seeming to realise that he was the one that was making sure she didn't get hurt.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 15, 2008 8:25:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, that must be it." he smiled lightly at her comment about the fire, not glancing over at her as the town square was quickly relieved of all of its citizens. It was bare and barren now, fire chasing away any greenery and eating hungrily at any unfortunate structure that happened to be made of wood. "Follow me." he mumbled to Evelyn after a while, striding out of the building and back down the cracked steps, kicking a few bodies out of the way to make walking an easier task. He was heading, by the look of it, around the square and behind a building that wasn't on fire, out of the way of any mortals.
He couldn't risk them being seen right now, the flames quickly retreating as he walked away. They wouldn't have much time before mortals decided they wanted to come and investigate, and this was going to take extra energy because there was two of them. "Don't move, alright?" he warned her and nodded for her to stand opposite him. He was standing completely still after they'd stopped, not even his chest moving to say he was still breathing. An expression of concentration was written across his face in a little scowl, and eventually he began chanting those strange words under his breath again.
But this time they didn't sound as harsh, as deadly. They were smoother, as though he were speaking a poem in another language.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 15, 2008 9:15:13 GMT -5
She nodded to Vyncent obediently, falling into step behind him. Her green eyed gaze flickered over the once bustling square, tracing the lines of destruction from the fire that had left everything blackened and charred, Evelyn and Vyncent seeming to be the most vibrant things in existence now, even the sky grey and colourless. Black and grey dust swirling around her feet as she picked her way through her destruction, smirking to herself at the level of destruction. Yes, this was acceptable punishment for them, and their town would be forever scarred from this day.
Evelyn was in the middle of scratching her nose as he told her to stand still, blinking at him before freezing in her current position, hand over nose and all. She was even holding her breath because he didn't actually seem to be breathing.Aww, she was a darling wasn't she? And she could be oh so obedient just as long as you treated her properly. She watched the demon curiously as he began to chant again, making a mental note to ask him about that.
However, she soon got bored of all this standing still and not being able to breathe stuff, silently urging him to hurry before she needed oxygen and fell over panting for breath or something.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 15, 2008 12:44:44 GMT -5
He stopped after a while, the chant echoing from his lips and turning into a light hum, making the air shimmer around them. "Done." he murmured, cracking his knuckles and regretting it instantly from the sear of pain that had caused him. Stupid burns. After cursing about the scorches on his palms, he sighed rather contently, gazing around at the destruction he'd caused and smiling a little - Vyncent was back, his anger had run its course thankfully.
"That was a spell of illusion." he told her in a quiet voice, "Nobody will take notice of us while it's up. They'll see us, but they won't recognise or even care that it's us. But I can only keep it up for so long, then I start to run out of energy." he tapped the side of his head, as if to tell her it gave him a headache as well. "About a day should be the most it will stay up, because there's two of us to put the illusion around." he swept off his clothes, talking more to himself than her now. "So that's enough time to find out exactly where those nobles came from." he scowled a little then.
Without needing to ask her to follow he turned around to walk away from the wrecked square, brushing past several running and panicking villagers who, amazingly, just rushed past without even looking at them. Ah, it was good to be practically invisible.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 15, 2008 13:26:41 GMT -5
Evelyn's reaction to him moving again was really rather comical. She half dropped to the floor as her hand fell away from her nose, letting the breath out that she had been holding before gulping another one in. "You cheated, you started breathing and you said not to move." She pouted up at him from where she was sat on the ground. "You do realized that I need to breathe? It keeps me alive and stuff." She huffed at him, smoothing out her hair as she looked up at him.
She rose to her feet as they started moving, arching out to latch onto the back of his coat as she busied herself with knocking the dust from her clothes as she followed him, mumbling something about silly demons with their silly spells and no real warning.
She blinked and looked up at him as he explained what he had done, mischief creeping into her eyes. "You mean...we are practically invisible?" She grinned, forgetting that she was supposed to be annoyed with him right now. "So...we could just walk into a shop and take whatever we wanted and they would just...let us?" She smirked, "Can you teach me these things, or are they demony spells?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 15, 2008 13:37:33 GMT -5
"I told you not to move. Did you ever for a minute hear me tell you not to breathe?" he asked her with a grin, seeming to find her reaction rather amusing as they walked away, his bandaged hands by his sides for once instead of in his pockets or resting on Amor. They were winding back through the town at a steady pace now, people still not seeming to even see them. The only problem with this, of course, was that Vyncent didn't have the same reaction as before, and people would brush past them without warning.
"No, we still have to act like ordinary people for it to work." he rolled his eyes at her, "We aren't invisible so much as we are not worth noticing anymore. We will, however, get a lot of attention if you go and steal something from a shop." he told her, seeming to be heading towards the inn and tilting his head up at the sky much in the manner that you would if you were checking the time. "It's Shadow magic." he told her, "It's the negative of Arcane magic. Anyone can learn it, but the fire is entirely mine. I AM a fire demon." he murmured, glancing back at her.
"I could teach you, but you would have to know how to read. And to count." he told her matter-of-factly, a little smirk on his face again as they headed past yet another crowd of panicking people. "So much for that cloak we were meant to be salvaging..."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 15, 2008 14:02:13 GMT -5
"But you have to move to breathe...so if I can't move then I obviously can't breathe...and you didn't look like you were breathing either." She explained, feeling rather stupid for misunderstanding what he had said. Well, she had done as he said, he never told her that she could move to breathe. Tsk, silly demon, he just forgot about all the little details sometimes didn't he? "You will have to make it clearer next time, then I don't end up almost passing out."
She pouted as he told her that they had to act like ordinary people, huffing a little. "Awweh, that sucks. Don't you know any real invisibility spells?" She asked him. Well, what was the point in being almost invisible on the condition that you acted like a normal person? Evelyn couldn't act like a normal person at the best of times, nevermind when she was trying to be normal.
"But I can't read and write or count, you know that." She rested her free hand on her hip, as if to tell him that she was annoyed, rolling her eyes in a rather exaggerated fashion. "Well, it looks like you will have to teach me to read and count and stuff so that I can learn special magicy stuff?" She nodded to him. "Then I could play cards with you too."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 17, 2008 12:37:15 GMT -5
"But it was funny." he shrugged to her, that being an acceptable reason for why he hadn't told her she could breathe. It had taken all of his strength not to laugh at her at the time, so he allowed himself a chuckle now to make up for it, shaking his head. Silly shifter. He narrowed his eyes at the mentioning of 'real' invisibility spells, glancing over his shoulder at her. "Of course I know real ones. But I can only do those at an hour or so at a time." he told her, "I don't even know if I could make another person invisible with me."
He snarled as one of the villagers shoved past them, obviously not too used to that kind of treatment. His hand shot out to strike the mortal, but paused in mid-air, dropping back to his side as the now terrified villager darted away. His hands were hurt, after all, and it would probably cause him as much pain as it would the other to smack him. "Damn mortals." he huffed as they began to walk once more, a small frown on his face as he gazed back at Evelyn again. "Why would I want to teach you all that?" he asked, seeming puzzled.
"...Though I suppose since we're going to be together for a while I might as well. Hopefully then your questions won't take as long to answer." he muttered to himself, slowly flexing his hands and wincing ever-so-slightly as they paused outside an inn. "Alright. Reading first, then. But that goes hand in hand with writing, so you'll be learning both at the same time, most probably." he murmured, shaking his silvery hair out of his face, since he couldn't use his hands.
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