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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 17, 2008 13:05:47 GMT -5
"It wasn't funny for me, I thought I was going to turn blue and pass out, and then you'd have to carry me or something." She shuddered at the thought, all that contact that carrying involved and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it, ugh it made her stomach do back flips. Ick, if she tried to carry her, unconsious or not, she would have to claw him violently, he knew about the no touching rule, and if he broke it then he would have to suffer the tantrum that would follow. "And you are not allowed to carry me." She added in, as if jsut to clarify that little point so there was no confusion.
"Why would people make spells that can't even be used properly? That seems silly to me." She looked bemused as he told her that he couldn't keep the invisibilty spell up for very long; if he couldn't do it then who in the whole of Syrunn could? Not many people could be much stronger than Vyncent, right? He was a High Demon after all, and those have to be really powerful, right? How else would they be High Demons?
"You want to teach me because you want me to be able to read and things, because you seem to think it's so important." She nodded to him, as if using what he haid said against him. "Where are we going? Are we getting a room here again?" She asked as she tilted her head at him, seeming amused by all the mortals that were scuttling about.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 17, 2008 13:23:25 GMT -5
"I wouldn't want to carry you anyway." he replied, looking up at the inn and frowning as though he was thinking. "I'd just grab your ankle and drag you until you woke up." he shrugged, deciding that yes, they would be staying at this inn for the night and glancing over at her.
"They are used properly." he told her shortly, "Making yourself invisible takes a lot of energy. You aren't really invisible, you just blend into the rest of the surroundings. And whenever you move, the surroundings change, so you have to keep modifying the disguise. Not many people use invisibility anyway, there are much easier spells to learn if you don't want to be seen." he explained, pouting. Silly? He'd show her silly, if turning a man inside out was so silly he'd let her try it some time. Did she really know this little? He had a lot to do.
He moved towards the door of the inn without answering her question - she'd get the idea that they were getting a room here when they got into it, wouldn't she? "It is important. If you're going to be sticking with me it is, anyway." he walked inside and straight to the front desk, speaking to the innkeeper in a surprisingly un-Vyncent way. He couldn't pull off intimidation when everyone they walked by treated them as though they didn't exist, so it was easier just to play along until they got into the room. He'd let the spell down then for a while, so his energy could recover and the spell would last longer.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 17, 2008 15:08:50 GMT -5
"You would still have to touch me to drag me." She pointed out as she touched her fingertips to her mauled next gently, biting her lower lip at how puffy and sore her flesh felt, a nasty looking bruise spreading out over her pale skin like a stain, tinged a rather worrying greenish colour around each of the tears in her skin. "Couldn't you float me? I'm sure that you know a floating spell, then you wouldn't have to touch me." She nodded, as if that were the perfect solution to that little problem.
"I can make myself practically invisible and it's easy." She told him proudly, nodding her head at him. "But it's too dangerous when there are other people moving around, I might get squished, so I can old do it when I'm sure I am out of the way and people won't be coming near me." She explained. Well, shifting into a tiny little bug made her almost invisible, and it was really the same principles of the spell that he had used on them, wasn't it?
Evelyn seemed totally and utterly bemused as she watched Vyncent talk to the inn keeper, releasing his coat as she lingered next to him, peering up at him as if he were a complete stranger. Was he feeling alright? He was being nice to the inn keeper, nice and normal, no lavish demands or intimidation or anything that was even distantly Vyncentish. What was going on? Maybe the spell made him act differently or something? Who knew? But what ever it was, she didn't like it.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 17, 2008 15:18:30 GMT -5
"I could, but it would be so much more fun to drag you." he told her over his shoulder in a low voice as the inn-keeper disappeared to find his set of keys. His eyes danced worryingly over her neck, though the concern in his eyes was hidden especially when the inn-keeper came back. "Follow me." he told them, Vyncent close at his heels and beckoning for her to follow.
"Turning into a tiny little bug would be quite useless for taking things from shops though, wouldn't it?" he smiled to himself, that having been the original purpose of becoming practically invisible. "So your theory is flawed, I'm sorry to say." he followed the innkeeper into their room, which was pleasantly lit and not really much different to the room in the now destroyed village from the mountain. "Thank you." Vyncent told the inn-keeper; ugh, he positively hated being polite, it made him feel ill. The keeper nodded and left, allowing the demon to shut the door quickly and walk to the windows, where people were still hurrying to the square.
Good, his little tantrum would keep them busy for a long time. Vyncent quickly drew the curtains and shrugged out of his dusty and blood speckled coat, slinging it on one of the bed posts as he turned around. "Let me see your neck." he murmured curtly, the real Vyncent having returned, approaching her with a light frown on his face. "Do you feel warm? Dizzy, maybe?" he asked, brushing his hair out of his face impatiently.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 17, 2008 18:10:57 GMT -5
Evelyn really was like Vyncent's pet, trotting along behind him where ever he went, her mood usually just a reaction to his, and most conversation topics were sparked by something he said. Gah, it was far too easy to fall back into acting like a slave. "I never said I wanted to steal, there are other reasons to be invisible. Like, to spy on people." She nodded to him. "It's not flawed, it just wouldn't suit every situation." She corrected him, as if she just didn't want to be proven wrong. Humph, damn Vynce, always right. He was just too smart.
Evelyn had moved over to sit cross legged on the bed, her own attention seeming to be on her neck before he loomed in front of her. Come to mention it, she was feeling a little light headed and off balance, and she was warmer than usual, her coat laid out beside her on the bed. She titled her head up so he could study her injuries, pressing her eyes closed at the paint he movement caused. "I feel warm...and my head feels really light and I feel like I'm going to fall over if I move to fast." She explained to him, seeming confused about the questions, unable to see how they could relate to her neck. "Why? What's wrong Vynce?" She asked, worry creeping back into her voice. Around every one of the tears in her neck was an outlining of pale green, that at first glance looked to be part of the bruising that was forming but when you looked closer you could see it was something more. The collar had been poisoned, they sure had wanted to get rid of poor little Evelyn hadn't they?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 18, 2008 4:08:40 GMT -5
"We have a problem, that's what's wrong." he told her in a low voice, leaning down to see the cuts more closely, "You have been poisoned..." he concluded when he gazed at tinges of green on the cuts, scowling as he leant back to gaze at his hands. "Which means I have probably been poisoned too." he examined the cuts from the hooks as well as the burns from the silver. That was okay, Vyncent tended to repel most poisons except for the strongest - that came with being a demon. How would he live this long if he could just be taken out from a sleeping poison in his glass of wine? Pur-lease.
However, he didn't know just how strong this particular poison had been, or what other effects it might have. That, and even if he hadn't been poisoned that still didn't help Evelyn, did it? "You need to keep calm, take slow, deep breaths. Try not to move, that will just make it pass more quickly through your blood." he ordered, unwinding the strips of cloth from his hands, that were just beginning to heal. "I can try to draw it out, but I don't know how strong it is. If it will just kill me once it's gone from you I'm not going to do it." he told her matter-of-factly. He might have promised to stay with her, but that didn't mean he was putting her life before his. And no doubt Evelyn would feel the same... if she wasn't poisoned right now, of course.
Damn those nobles! They really didn't mess around when it came to criminals did they? He'd have thought one or two would have at least been enticed by the bounty on his head, which would be halved if he had died. But not even one of them had even thought about it! Which probably meant, come to think of it, that this poison was most likely pretty strong... but it hadn't killed them straight away. Oh, joy. This must be an even nastier type, then. He growled under his breath, straightening up to gaze at the cuts again.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 18, 2008 17:05:41 GMT -5
Her eyes flickered wide at his words, shuffling back away from him a little as if she thought that she might sort of...breathe the poison onto him, though she looked equally as worried as he told her that he had probably been spiked with the stuff too. "But...how could they? As if they collar wasn't bad enough." She whimpered, her face seeming to drain of colour, a look of panic in her eyes once more. "They wanted to kill me that badly? I don't want to die Vynce, I really really really don't." She told him in a small and shaky voice, starting to tremble again at the thought. Damn nobles, why did they want her dead so badly?
She followed his orders and pressed her eyes closed, focusing on taking slow and deep breaths, though she was unable to fully calm down she did seem to be less panicked as before. If moving spread the poison then she just wouldn't move, she would even try to stop her chest moving so much as she breathed. "I wouldn't expect you to die for me Vynce. I'm not quite that stupid." She mumbled, an undertone of fear to her voice that the demon would probably be used to hearing in people. No, she wouldn't expect him to give his life for her, but she hoped that the nobles wouldn't have had time to create a poison that would be strong enough to kill a demon like Vyncent. "It can't be too strong, right? It would be hard to get hold of such a strong poison so quickly...right?"
Evelyn was pale but her skin felt like it was on fire, feeling rather woozy and unbalanced as she pressed her eyes close, feeling as if she were spinning even though she wasn't moving. "It's getting worse again now...I feel like I'm going to pass out..." She murmured, lips tinged with a worrying blue tint now. Humm, this wasn't looking good at all was it?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 18, 2008 17:34:52 GMT -5
No, it didn't look good at all, did it? The demon sighed heavily, gazing down at his hands and frowning. Well, if there had been poison on the hooks it was most certainly in him now, and it didn't seem to be having much of an effect so far... though that could either be to do with the fact that his body was fighting it off, or he hadn't received enough of it to give him any lasting damage. Hm. "I know you don't want to die, Evelyn." he murmured, the little criss-cross scar on his chest glinting in the light as he moved back, now leaning down level to her.
"I don't know how strong the poison is. But there's only really one way to find out, isn't there?" he gazed at her seriously, moving his scorched hands to hover over her neck, just a few centimetres away. "I'm going to have to touch you to do this." he warned her, "And it's going to hurt you as much as it does me. But don't think you're special - I don't often do selfless things for other peoples' benefit, but I happen to like you, that's all. Understand? And don't you pass out, or this won't work." he pouted, having felt the need to explain himself to her for some reason.
"Now are you ready? I need you to stay conscious." he muttered, nolonger gazing at her, "I don't know what's going to happen when I do this, but if the worst happens I'll tell you, okay?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 18, 2008 18:02:39 GMT -5
She moved to grip two fistfuls of the bed covers tightly as he said it would hurt, gazing at him levelly as he spoke to her, seeming rather surprised. He liked her? Well, that was rather nice to know just before she died, at least it meant that he would try to save her and if he couldn't then she would tell him to kill her quickly and nicely and he would probably do that for her. Always good to know you had a demon on your side. However, her gaze did seem rather unfocused as she watched him, not hearing everything he said, his words just sort of...washing over her so that she had a vague sense of meaning from what he was trying to tell her, a cold sweat spinning up on her forehead as she nodded to him in a dazed fashion. "No passing out...and I'm used to pain...just fix me before I die." She muttered to him, as if annoyed that he was delaying, even if he was saying uncharacteristically nice things to her.
She braced herself for the pain then pressing her eyes closed so that he wouldn't see the pain and weakness in her gaze, growling just a little. "Tell me only when you have to." She mumbled, muscles tense as she took in a deep breath, holding it as she waited. "And touch me for longer than you need to and I will haunt you." She threatened, though it didn't really work with the shaky tone of her voice and the currently weakened state that she was in, but she was trying with all her might to act as though she was mentally stronger than she really was, not wanting him to think that she was weak of pathetic for even a moment. No, not Vyncent, other people could think that of her but not him.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 19, 2008 2:34:34 GMT -5
"Of course you will sweetheart." he smirked at her 'haunted' comment, nodding and pressing his fingers gently against her skin, where the cuts from the hooks on his hands were exposed to the gouges on her neck. Instantly it would feel as though something was literally trying to tear itself from her veins, all travelling upwards towards her neck. The demon's face was indifferent, but pain was written all across his usually cold eyes, and it was clear that this wasn't exactly pleasant for him either.
Slowly, as he worked, the pain would start to ebb away a little, easing to an ache and then to a faint twinge until there was little left. Vyncent's hands were shaking now however, his crimson eyes hued with the acid green of the poison. He frowned as his hands slid from her neck, his bloody fingerprints evident on her flesh. "Ow." he muttered woozily, blinking hard and shuffling back away from her to stand up... sort of. "Psh, this poison isn't that strong, I'll be f-" he was cut off by his own cry of pain, staggering to his knees and clutching at his chest.
"What the hell IS this?" he cursed a fair few times, coughing and spitting blood onto the floorboards. But strangely enough, he was laughing. Soft, manic laughter escaped his lips, and he shook his head in almost amusement. "They made a poison that reacts differently to me than to you. Clever fucking mortals." he growled, "But I can fight this, you see if I don't. You okay Evelyn?" this part was nearly a whisper, his eyes closed by now.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 19, 2008 16:19:26 GMT -5
She couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, tensing as he put his hand against her neck until her whole body was trembling from how tightly she was holding her muscles. She was gripping the blankets as if her life depended upon holding onto those blankets, her knuckles having turned an even paler version of white, skin stretched over the bones tightly. Wow, that really did hurt, it felt as if he were dragging a bundle of thorns though every vein in her body to remove them through her neck; she had believed him when he had said that it would hurt but never in her wildest nightmares would she have expected that she could ever experience this much pain all at once.
She was half gasping for breath as he moved back away from her, scrambling back away from him to lay on her side on the bed, pushing a shaky hand back through her hair as both her body and her mind recovered from the attack that she had just undergone. If that was what it took to be healed of poison then she definitely wasn't going to get poisoned again, not ever; it had hurt so much she had thought that she would die from mere pain, her body still tingling, though the shaking was much less violent now.
Her eyes snapped open as his cry of pain dragged her out of her own brief period of self pity, the beginnings of tears still clinging to her eyelashes as she looked at him. Wow, the green of his eyes rivaled even hers, though the red suited him much, much more. She crawled to the edge of the bed to watch him, leaning over as he looked at her and asked her how she was, tilting her head at him a little. "I feel really weak, like I could sleep for a month..." She mumbled absently, scowling at him suddenly. "You aren't allowed to die Vynce, remember, you promised me to the end of my life, not yours." She nodded to him, as if that would actually make him live.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 19, 2008 16:39:01 GMT -5
"I'm not going to die." he assured her, though it didn't really sound that convincing - the slightly amused tone he'd meant to use sounded weak and rather pathetic. He braced his hands against the floorboards, pushing himself back to his knees and forcing his eyes open. They were still hued with green, but it didn't seem that vibrant anymore, more murky where the poison was having a fight with the demon's body. "The illusion spell is down." he murmured; it wasn't that hard to imagine why, "You need to lock the door, and keep it that way. If anyone asks tell them we're not well... you can find gold in my coat if you need anything..." he muttered.
He moved until he was clutching the frame of the other bed, dragging himself to his feet and gritting his teeth, his mouth still stained with his too crimson blood. "Then sleep, just... don't wake me up." he whispered, trembling as he collapsed onto the bed, not having the strength to even drag the covers over himself or kick off his still buckled boots. "And wash out those cuts, they might still get infected." he muttered into the pillows, his ruined hands by his side as his eyes grew heavy. "Shit." he finished, closing his eyes and not opening them again. His breathing was slow and heavy, but it was steady at least. He wasn't going anywhere for now.
Well done Vyncent, his body was cursing him steadily as he dropped off to sleep. You've done it again, this is the most you've been hurt in months, possibly years. That damn shifter is bad luck, you've only hurt yourself since she came along. These curses continued long after he'd lost consciousness, the demon's mind obviously ignoring the pain he was going through. He'd have probably sworn back if he was awake, but that would have just sounded odd anyway.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 19, 2008 16:58:01 GMT -5
She nodded obediently in response to his words, unsteady on her feet as she rose to stumble over to the door, banging into it rather than stopping in front of it, using the solid structure to hold her up. She fumbled with the key in the lock, her hands not seeming to do as her brain was instructing them, only managing to lock the door after a brief struggle, sighing in relief as she got it done. There, they were safe and inside the room where no-one would know that it was them, and she would leave the key in the door so that even the inn keeper with a spare key wouldn't be able to get in to them. Now they were safe she could fall into an unconscious sleep without the worry that they would never wake back up.
She did an odd thing though before she followed his lead and went to bed, stumbling over her clumsy feet as she moved over to the bed he was on, shuddering to herself as she unlaced his boots and tugged them off for him, careful not to actually touch his flesh as she did this, dropping the boots to the ground at the end of the bed. She also tugged the blankets from under his body and draped them over him, to keep him warm as he fought off the poison. He had saved her life twice in the space of less than an hour, she owed him more than she could probably ever repay in her life time, but she would have to try.
Once she had taken care of Vyncent she moved to collapse into her own soft bed, forgetting all worries of the soft bed swallowing her up as she nuzzled her way under the blankets, sprawling out on her stomach with her vibrant hair fanned out against her pale skin and the white of the pillow case. She would follow his instructions and clean her cuts when she awoke, now she just needed to sleep and to heal.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 19, 2008 17:42:59 GMT -5
~~~~~~((Time skip!))~~~~~
At first everything was red. It was red, but dark, and oh so painful. And really hot too. God, how did he ever get this hot... shit, was this what it was like to be on fire!? Oh no, he couldn't be on fire, he couldn't panic, panic was his enemy, panic was a mortal thing. Shit!
...And then the voices started - a million voices at once; from his past, present, even some he didn't recognise. He vaguely remembered one being his mother's voice... did he have a mother? Who was she? Oh, nevermind, she was gone now. Another stood out as the rantings of a blind man as he'd passed in a street one day, strangers he'd never met, but they plagued him all the same. Vyncent was pretty certain he was screaming, but he couldn't hear it and it didn't matter because he was probably on fire anyway.
Then everything was red but dark, and oh so painful and hot all over again...
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He scowled as he began to wake up, struggling to escape from the remnants of sleep as fast as his body would let him. Then his eyes snapped open and he half bolted upright before collapsing back to the pillows. Ohh, that hurt. But physical pain meant that he was at least still living, and that was all he was concerned with. It didn't matter to him that for some reason he was under the covers and someone had taken off his boots, that confusion could come later. Right now his mind was focused on the fact that he had survived that ordeal... whatever it had been. And he didn't ever want to go through that again. Another great nightmare to add to his list.
He sighed, letting his eyes flit lazily around the room. It was pitch black, probably the middle of the night, he thought. He glistened with sweat, his shirt having found its way onto the floor in a screwed up ball - that had probably been his own doing. Oh well. His hair was drenched with sweat too, and he was breathing surprisingly heavily, like he hadn't gotten enough oxygen in a few days or something. But he was alive, even if he did still have a fever. He had fought off the poison, but still currently felt far too fragile to be himself. How many days had it been? ...And where was Evelyn?
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 19, 2008 18:00:26 GMT -5
He had been suffering and Evelyn had been terrified. She had woken up again after a day or two, and had followed his orders and had been bathing her neck every day, the cuts now looking much less violent, though the bruising was still dark and vivid. The inn keeper had kept coming but she had made up a story about Vyncent and nightmares, not a very cinvincing or imaginative story but the inn keeper had bought it and left them alone, brining up food every dinner time in exchange for a few coins she took from the pockets of his coat. She had been surviving, drifting around the room waiting for him to wake up, speaking to him gently when he began to yell and thrash around, washing his face wil cool water as best she could; she was oddly good at taking care of other people, whether they wanted to be taken care of or not.
She was currently sat on the floor by Vyncent's bed, leaning back against the wall with her knees tugged up to her chest, chin resting on them. She wasn't sleeping, the colour of her eyes visiable even through the veil of darkness that had fallen over the room. She looked rather tired, blinking slowly as she breathed softly. It was lonely here without Vyncent to talk to, and she really had started to feel trapped in this room, if he didn't wake up soon she might have to leave him for a little while and risk going outside just so that she could breathe in some fresh air. "Why are you still sleeping anyway? You're having awful dreams so why can't you just wake up again Vynce? A week and a half is too long, this isn't fair." She mumbled, pushing her hand back through her hair.
Her gaze fluttered up to him as he moved, the expression on her face reading that she thought that he was still sleeping and just thrashing around again, moving to kneel by his bed, resting her chin on the matress as she gazed over at him. It took her a minute or two to realise that his eyes were open as she watched him, tilting her head as she seemed to wake up, "Vynce? You...you're not asleepering anymore?" She blinked at him, smiling brightly all of a sudden, though you could still see the fatigue in her eyes. "Finally, I missed you. You kept talking but it wasn't to me." She pouted, tilting her head at him. "How do you feel? Want some cool water?"
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