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Post by Rastul on Apr 25, 2008 17:24:08 GMT -5
An old clock tower, ominously watching over the city. It is no longer checked upon and has long since ceased operation, forever stuck at the hour of 9:10. Many unknown evils make the tower their home amidst the gears and shadows, and most who linger around the tower or dare to enter do not return.
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Post by Zephyr on Jun 8, 2008 17:41:32 GMT -5
To some, the clock tower was a symbol of what once was, an eerie landmark of a dark past, its hands dead like the age it was created in and its face cold and aged as it watches over the bustling city...to most, it meant unease and feelings of discontent, drawn away by rumors of evil and darkness...
To some people, it was a place of respite. To people who needed a nice, quiet place to collect their thoughts. To people like Zephyr. There he sat on one of the more open parts of the tower, his legs dangling harmlessly over the edge and eyes staring up at the star-lit night. A slight breeze caused his strings to billow behind him like flags to those who were able to see them, his hair following suit as he tilted his head to the side. He was naive to the tales of darkness that surrounded the place, but he'd been here twice now and hadn't encountered anything bad, so they were just myths...right?
He just quietly sat in blissful peace, picking out constellations in the sky and reminding himself of the past . It was just one of those little things that helped him get by the days of being chased by vampires for his blood and stalked by shady figures. He enjoyed gathering thoughts, as he did when he was alone. Well, in all fairness, he never liked being alone, but the most company he'd ever had was a family, and they...well, only the good die young...and Saryn? Enough said. The thought made his bones rattle slightly, but he shook it off...the night was young, and the air brimming with peace...
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Post by Luka on Jun 8, 2008 18:12:04 GMT -5
A bumping and thudding was slowly working its way up the insides of the clocktower. If Zephyr was able, it would sound like a small scuffling animal was slowly building into a full on scramble of multiple critters as they carried on further and further up the internal body of the clock tower. As it reached the widest, biggest part of the clock the struggle quickly became audible shouts. Apperantly someone had taken refuge inside the clock and was being pursued, interrupting the boy's quiet evening.
"Stop it!" came the shout of an older man from inside, the taunting laughter of younger voices sounding soon after.
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Post by Zephyr on Jun 9, 2008 6:11:25 GMT -5
It wasn't an ability of his as such, but living in constant fear had done wonders for Zephyr's hearing. Yes, he heard the shuffling making its way up the tower, causing those chills to rattle his skeleton again. He swiftly stood up, turning around to the direction the noises were coming from as they augmented...
Shouts. Someone was in trouble. Not necessarily, but he assumed it instantly through his constant worry. What could he do? Should he try and slip past? Should he make his way towards the noise and try and help the man who appeared to be in trouble? Should he just wait? What was down there anyway? Questions, questions, questions...closing his eyes for a brief second, his right hand made a few movements and a puppet was spawned in his hand, reassuring him slightly as he began to walk very slowly and tentatively in the direction of the chase, his steps barely making any noise at all. If there was danger, he would be ready to flee.
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Post by Luka on Jun 10, 2008 17:35:16 GMT -5
More taunting laughs drifted up the tower from the platform below that the commotion seemed to be coming from. "Hey, old man, that's what you get for trespassing on our--" A scream suddenly sounded, one that sounded like a mixture of panic and pain. Something banged of the gears before hitting with a sickening thud at the bottom. Other screams sooned joined in, although they were filled with mostly surprise.
Wh-what the hell!? You'll pay for that!"
"I--I'm giving you one last warning to leave!" came the older man's voice once more. His voice was much more calm this time, but something lay hidden under his words...either that his warning was true...or that he was filled with fear.
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Post by Zephyr on Jun 11, 2008 10:28:23 GMT -5
THUD! The sound horrified the marionette as he recoiled from the screams, heavy breaths escaping his lips as he took another step down the tower...what would he find there? Was the scream one of death? He was so terrified of the unknown...although he had a slight thirst for knowledge, things like this really, really scared him. Still, according to the young voices, he was trespassing too. Would they torment him too? He took a few steps downwards, closer to the noises, his strings trailing behind him, causing a slight scraping noise to anyone who could see or hear the supernatural...
One last warning to leave? Before what? Zephyr hugged his doll close to his chest, gathering up his courage...what was waiting for him at the level below? His right hand sunk to his undersuit, pulling out his little cross shaped dagger, still hugging his inpachi to his chest as he took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and took a few more tentative steps, peering his head around to see what was going on...
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Post by Luka on Jun 12, 2008 0:35:13 GMT -5
"Ooooh~" one of the rough, younger voices cooed. "Was that a threat? He was a clumsy bastard anyway...we all expected him to slip up at some point." The crude humor brought a few laughs from the ruffian's companions. "Besides..." the voice snarled. "He wasn't one of us!"
"...and neither am I." the gentleman muttered as he tipped his head downward, the slightly disheveled, longer strands of his silvery bangs casting a sharp shadow over his face.
He moved fast, much faster than the average middle-aged man. His cane struck out as they converged, the sharp end of the stick jabbing harshly into the nearest attacker's stomach, effectively dropping him to his knees. The others received sharp cracks to their heads or backs.
In a few short moments, the group had been culled. The silver-haired man sighed, looking down at the groaning and unconcious mix lying at his feet. He whispered something under his breath before turning to glance over his shoulder.
Directly where Zephyr stood.
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Post by Zephyr on Jun 12, 2008 2:00:36 GMT -5
The marionette watched the whole thing in shock, shaking his head as the ruffian hissed back at the man just before he attacked; he knew from the man's comment that he wasn't human like the children. His show of speed and the placement of his attacks was brutal, yet effective, a particular child who got the cane across the back of his head making Zephyr release a heavy breath in sympathy. Once they were all on the floor, he contemplated heading back up the tower swiftly to avoid being seen...
Wait, he was looking this way. Zephyr froze in horror. What could he do? If he tried to flee on foot, the man would easily catch up...and fighting was only ever a last resort...with more courage than he usually gathered, he took another step downwards, two steps, three steps...until he was on the same level, facing where the man was now looking. Still clutching a puppet in one hand and a silver cross blade in the other, he could ask but one question. "W...what just happened?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly out of nerves. Zephyr certainly didn't look like one of the ruffians. He didn't look human in his ceremonial clothing, to be fair. All he could think about was what this man was. Don't be a vampire. Please don't be a vampire... was all he could think. If he was a vampire, he was probably evil. And he would be able to see his binds snaking behind him as well as sense his blood...and that wouldn't be a good situation at all...
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Post by Luka on Jun 13, 2008 21:37:05 GMT -5
The man merely watched in silence until the boy had spoken. He blinked a few times before a small smile curved his mouth, "Well...I'm sorry you had to see that." he apologized quietly. The smile remained in place as he explained, "The way they explained it to me was that I had stumbled into an area they owned during my evening walk..."
His green eyes glittered in the dark as he cast a look down at one of the fallen. "It was by mere luck that the door here was open...If it wasn't I probably would have been in trouble. They seemed to have been out for blood."
But surely he wasn't. The man's voice was quiet and soothing, like a doctor's. His expression was stoic and relaxed. Perhaps he couldn't see the wires behind the boy. Perhaps he really was just a victim of happenstance. His suit was casual but stylish and obviously expensive. Likely he was going to be mugged, beaten then left for dead.
"I won't ask why you're here, but I would suggest that you leave before one of them wakes up."
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Post by Zephyr on Jun 16, 2008 17:33:50 GMT -5
Ah, so the man was just out for a walk, saw the door of the clock tower open, got curious, walked in and was attacked by a young gang of ruffians. That seemed...a feasible story. He shook his head at his apology, waving his hand in dismissal. "It's fine...you were just defending yourself." His calmness and the reassurance in his voice wasn't doing it for Zephyr. It almost seemed a little creepy. Still, he was being polite. He would do the same.
He too looked down at the fallen children, feeling sorry for them. "Well what's going to happen to them? As much as they tried to attack you, they can't be just left here...they'll probably die..." He looked back up at the man, still holding his cross and puppet, just in case...he'd hate to put them away only to get attacked and taken advantage of now, wouldn't he?
He was still weighing up everything in his head: No mortal could move as quickly as he did for his age, and there seemed to be a dark aura coming from him. The polar opposite was eminated from Zephyr, with the scent of virgin blood and innocence brimming from his veins...
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Post by Luka on Jun 17, 2008 21:27:58 GMT -5
Exactly. It was completely feasible...not entirely out-of-bounds ridiculous...but of course with the current situation in London, anyone with a cruel, rebellious streak was quick to try and show what they were made of, hoping to become the next big thing.
But Sam wasn't one to be taken down so easily. The man's gaze fell to the ground for a moment as he adjusted his cuffs. "Don't worry." he muttered. "They'll be fine." His gaze returned to the boy. "I'm a doctor, actually...so I know the body well."
His top lip curled slightly, and not in a pleasant way. "People like them..." The doctor paused. "If they wish to play dangerously...then they should be left to deal with their actions. But that's only my opinion."
He raised a brow, "...Unless you're a friend of theirs?" his quiet voice dropped off slightly as he spoke, leaving the question to linger.
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Post by Zephyr on Jun 28, 2008 17:46:39 GMT -5
So he was a doctor? So that was meant to reassure him to the point where he would totally follow anything he said and completely trust him in every way possible, right? I mean, come on, ALL doctors are out there to help you...
...yeah, right. If only. In fact, that fact only spurred Zephyr to more fear. He had visions of twisted experimentalists taking subjects apart to study them for their own warped desires with little or no morals or regards to their subject's well being. "Really? That's...good to know..." Lie. Blatant lie. Although his sincere voice covered that flawlessly. It wasn't good to know at all.
A friend of theirs? The marionette shook his head. "No, I don't know them. I just thought that they looked in bad shape, and that their mothers might be worrying for them when the morning comes..." True enough. And when the morning came he would be gone, waiting for another moon to grace the sky so he could travel. God, he hated daylight. "I mean, I know they attacked you and all, but...they're children. Are you sure they know better?" After his question, Zephyr shook his head. "Forgive me. I'm speaking out of turn. I don't know what's happened." All the while, his fingers were running over a certain catch on his Inpachi doll which he clung close to his chest still...you know, just in case...
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Post by Luka on Jul 2, 2008 2:12:06 GMT -5
The doctor raised a brow as he gazed down at Zephyr with a rather curious expression. Something that sounded like a thoughtful hum escaped him before he spoke. "Do you think that people like them care what their mothers think? Or that they even have mothers who care?" He spread his hand before him, "If they are allowed to continue, do you truly believe that they will eventually realize that what they are doing is wrong? Highly doubtful."
"Do you allow a child to do what he wishes merely because he cries and doesn't like what may be best for him? Either you will answer for his crimes yourself of lose him to his own poor choices."
His eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps unconciously. "People like me have to sew up people they attack everyday. Perhaps I sound bitter...I really don't mean to."
His quiet outburst might have been justified though. The current events of London had left many injured and the society of the area a wreck. Perhaps this man was a member of one of the relief organizations?
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Post by Zephyr on Jul 8, 2008 20:46:27 GMT -5
At first, Zephyr seemed to flinch at the Doctor's sudden barrage of bitter comments. He was only trying to say that possibly they DID have mothers who cared and that their troublemaking COULD be reformed...there was no need for his sudden snap...it much reminded him of his old mistress. She'd be fine, almost flirtatious one moment, and the next, BANG! She'd be on your tail with a burning couldren of oil and a few shackles to show you what you did wrong, no matter how petty it was.
"I...I was just suggesting..." He couldn't get a word in. The doctor started ranting again and scaring the living daylights out of the marionette. The doctor seemed to look beyond him, away for a second as his eyes narrowed. When he looked back, he would find that Zephyr was gone. Vanished. Without a trace of his being left behind, save for the doll he once held. However, he was breathing quick, heavy breaths that could be heard from the ceiling. If he looked up, he would see the boy clinging to one of the wooden beams. And if he could see 'deeper', as it were, he would see his threads dangling down like a chandelier. He was clutching another doll to his chest with one hand, his other wrapped around the support beam, his sweet little eyes wide and alert and his face fearful...he was easily spooked, and this situation was no exception...he just hoped that the doctor didn't approach the doll left on the floor...
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Post by Luka on Jul 11, 2008 2:57:14 GMT -5
Doc sighed, a silent, almost imperceptable move. His head tilted up slowly, almost in a scary fashion. He didn't grin maniacly or anything though. Just merely raised one brow.
"I know what you were suggesting. I was only replying and got carried away." He looked back down, "Sorry." He turned on his heel then, walking until he grasped the rail of the stairwell that lead down to the exit.
"If I may suggest one last thing myself, though..." he paused to say, one foot dropping to the next step down as he glanced up and over his shoulder at the boy. "...it would be that you had better hurry and leave." As if on cue, someone groaned. Loudly. Then they began to move. The doctor casually moved down the stairs, his fingertips barely resting on the handrail as he moved. When he reached the bottom he glanced at the body of the boy who had been knocked over the railing from above.
That one wasn't moving and probably wouldn't be. Ever.
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