Fantasy Lost Vampire girl (always open)

[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
"My..." Half way through said explanation, it was clear Briarwood himself had become quite bored, gazing outwards into the distance. Matching the Doctors pace. It is only said, that Sylas made an agreement with his consciousness to never question such a man on what he'd been working on. As it continued ... and continued ... and continued, Sylvestris knew no miracle could make the man stop. God is dead, as Nietzche once said.
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"Coherent enough. Although, as they say, there are no facts - only interpretations. I see you search for this power, a sustainable limitless source; but for what? And most importantly a why? He who has a why to live can bear almost any how." Cocking his brow, Sylas straightened his shoulders. "Although I may not be so academically gifted in science, I do find myself quite the student of the philosophers. Thus I ask the questions and deduce from my own interpretations of what you say. However, a man once said, 'Power corrupts and absolute power, corrupts absolutely'. No man can withstand the greed that comes embedded into nature, and surely - you do this for yourself; yes, we identify that. But to what end? You extend your ability to utilise such magnificent energies, some only dream about and from that you can stretch the fabric of the possible. Although what do you determine by possibilities and make the impossible happen? Men were never supposed to match the gods. We recognise our place upon this plane, a chaotic and havoc riddled planet. Nonetheless, one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." Interlocking his fingertips, the vampire gazed down upon the Doctor a smile twitching his lips. "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. So tell me, Wyrmwood, what abysses have you gazed into, that fuels such thorough research into that of the unknown? Mind you, I come from a generation who believed in not science, but the earth. Not logic - but faith. I have witnessed atrocities by men, who have so long crusaded for what you work towards, so much death in the name of a what and a why. Excuse my interrogation, but those who often search as you do, without rest nor means of clear thought, soon become the villains of this vaudeville world. All of us actors upon the stage, but we are no directors. Fate has left our hands and vanished, into the unknown. To know the unknown, would be the fall of each and every one of us. Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler. So I know you now, as not a man you appear. But someone else; unless you prove me different that is."
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Clearing his throat, Briarwood rubbed his hands together. "Was anything I said, coherent?"
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@Almosegosum
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[A L M O S]

Lord Briarwood
"My..." Half way through said explanation, it was clear Briarwood himself had become quite bored, gazing outwards into the distance. Matching the Doctors pace. It is only said, that Sylas made an agreement with his consciousness to never question such a man on what he'd been working on. As it continued ... and continued ... and continued, Sylvestris knew no miracle could make the man stop. God is dead, as Nietzche once said.
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"Coherent enough. Although, as they say, there are no facts - only interpretations. I see you search for this power, a sustainable limitless source; but for what? And most importantly a why? He who has a why to live can bear almost any how." Cocking his brow, Sylas straightened his shoulders. "Although I may not be so academically gifted in science, I do find myself quite the student of the philosophers. Thus I ask the questions and deduce from my own interpretations of what you say. However, a man once said, 'Power corrupts and absolute power, corrupts absolutely'. No man can withstand the greed that comes embedded into nature, and surely - you do this for yourself; yes, we identify that. But to what end? You extend your ability to utilise such magnificent energies, some only dream about and from that you can stretch the fabric of the possible. Although what do you determine by possibilities and make the impossible happen? Men were never supposed to match the gods. We recognise our place upon this plane, a chaotic and havoc riddled planet. Nonetheless, one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." Interlocking his fingertips, the vampire gazed down upon the Doctor a smile twitching his lips. "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. So tell me, Wyrmwood, what abysses have you gazed into, that fuels such thorough research into that of the unknown? Mind you, I come from a generation who believed in not science, but the earth. Not logic - but faith. I have witnessed atrocities by men, who have so long crusaded for what you work towards, so much death in the name of a what and a why. Excuse my interrogation, but those who often search as you do, without rest nor means of clear thought, soon become the villains of this vaudeville world. All of us actors upon the stage, but we are no directors. Fate has left our hands and vanished, into the unknown. To know the unknown, would be the fall of each and every one of us. Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler. So I know you now, as not a man you appear. But someone else; unless you prove me different that is."
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Clearing his throat, Briarwood rubbed his hands together. "Was anything I said, coherent?"
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@Almosegosum
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The doctor's eyes widened, before a smile spread across his face. "You should consider making a Calendar - A monthly morsel of morality. (He chuckled at himself) I too have read the Philosophers, and their Ideas, beautiful as they were - they have become rather stale don't you think? When one can reduce all experience to the interpretations of a single mind being manipulated into conformity by an external agency - then all morality is to be questioned as well. What wisdom can there be, if that wisdom in itself might be the machinations through which you are kept ignorant? What hope is there to validate your experience - if nothing and everything is permitted. Do you conform and play the part given? Do you rage against it in to hopes of escaping cage that you might have imagined for yourself? There is only one way to dig yourself out of this hole. You must know the world. Utterly and completely. Then you must deny it. All experience from then onwards is to be a test, through which you keep reality to its word. If it presented itself as one thing, you make sure it stays that way - and you exploit and force that claims to be reality, to serve you - The more you can use the rules reality has set for itself, to empower yourself to test it further - the greater the validity of your existence. From there you can build your morality. From there you can preach peace, and order, and exploration - not because they are such objective moral constants - but because they are the means of forcing reality to define itself. It is the means for us to keep it in line. You say absolute power corrupts absolutely? I say it provides us the chance to test reality against the most nebulous of it's apparent mechanisms. There is no wish to usurp any gods, or enslave any person - but to offer them the clarity and freedom to determine their lives through their own volition. The essence of Freedom. No lies. Only as near a truth as we can ever manage. Is that such a nefarious thing to strive for?" He templed his hands in a similar manner. This was fun. More so than he would have wished for in a thousand years. Eris on the other hand, stared at her Master, seeing him rising to the bait. It was uncharacteristic of him. She decided to leave and stand outside. She did not want part of this. It was hard enough to play nice when they were both acting, it was downright nauseating when one of them actually became authentic.


@HumansArentReal

 

[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
"A fair argument, but that's not fact, is it Doctor? You've given me insight to perspective. To your interpretation of this world, in all manner of speaking." Briarwood grinned, enjoying the perspicacious banter which flitted back and forth. "And yet, to allow myself to speak, what really arouses indignation against suffering is not suffering as such but the senselessness of suffering. Morality, although a large grey area concocted by our species, transferred over culture - is something that lies in the basis of every creature. A swan dies of heartbreak. The weak die. Respect is given to those who survive the climate we build our cities in. Morality may not have been my thought, nor have I ever touched upon the subject as deeply as you now pull apart it's function, but the emotions and feeling that the body betrays are mine alone. Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes. From this, I see clearly the reasoning of our morals. Freedom as portrayed, is a fanciful thought, a whisper on the breeze. The moments which pass us by. We cannot hold onto it, we cannot see it, but it taunts us. We might build our prisons, or have them constructed by our governments and our guardians, but that is all in the mind. You somewhat speak the truth, alas, to me it doesn't seem quite to match my own belief; as to be expected when views clash head on. As I see it, morality was made because of our primal ancestors, ancestors who had no allegiance nor in depth questions, but had remained content. As Nietzche once said 'The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness'. The power, you describe, does it not drain you of happiness? A goal which unites us in spirit. Even the hellish denizens of the underworld wish for contentment. Truth is a mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, anthropomorphisms, in short a sum of human relations which have been subjected to poetic and rhetorical intensification, translation and decoration; truths are illusions of which we have forgotten that they are illusions, metaphors which have become worn by frequent use and have lost all sensuous vigour. Yet we still do not know where the drive to truth comes from, for so far we have only heard about the obligation to be truthful which society imposes in order to exist. In your will to identify and seek this elusive meaning, you have in fact, already conformed to society and it's ideals." 
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Sylas, let out a rather large chuckle, giving Wyrmwood a heavy pat on the shoulder. "Even more so you have revealed your true face, the one which is a moralless and idealistic man, caring more about truth and the discovery of freedom - than he does those who are lost to his cause. You really are quite intriguing! And from my lowly, moral perspectives, as you seem to think - certainly the man behind the curtain of the Emerald City. In any case, I ramble too often too much, hm? To discover and force this reality to define itself, are you not thinking far enough? If you force this reality to define itself, it'll define itself to the mind that forces it. Thus, no one has ever truly seen this reality for what it is. Our lives, our existence, is made up of interpretations. Even science, for science is faced by magic. The impossible, by the possible. And all - is measured by time."
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@Almosegosum
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[A L M O S]

Lord Briarwood
"A fair argument, but that's not fact, is it Doctor? You've given me insight to perspective. To your interpretation of this world, in all manner of speaking." Briarwood grinned, enjoying the perspicacious banter which flitted back and forth. "And yet, to allow myself to speak, what really arouses indignation against suffering is not suffering as such but the senselessness of suffering. Morality, although a large grey area concocted by our species, transferred over culture - is something that lies in the basis of every creature. A swan dies of heartbreak. The weak die. Respect is given to those who survive the climate we build our cities in. Morality may not have been my thought, nor have I ever touched upon the subject as deeply as you now pull apart it's function, but the emotions and feeling that the body betrays are mine alone. Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes. From this, I see clearly the reasoning of our morals. Freedom as portrayed, is a fanciful thought, a whisper on the breeze. The moments which pass us by. We cannot hold onto it, we cannot see it, but it taunts us. We might build our prisons, or have them constructed by our governments and our guardians, but that is all in the mind. You somewhat speak the truth, alas, to me it doesn't seem quite to match my own belief; as to be expected when views clash head on. As I see it, morality was made because of our primal ancestors, ancestors who had no allegiance nor in depth questions, but had remained content. As Nietzche once said 'The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness'. The power, you describe, does it not drain you of happiness? A goal which unites us in spirit. Even the hellish denizens of the underworld wish for contentment. Truth is a mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, anthropomorphisms, in short a sum of human relations which have been subjected to poetic and rhetorical intensification, translation and decoration; truths are illusions of which we have forgotten that they are illusions, metaphors which have become worn by frequent use and have lost all sensuous vigour. Yet we still do not know where the drive to truth comes from, for so far we have only heard about the obligation to be truthful which society imposes in order to exist. In your will to identify and seek this elusive meaning, you have in fact, already conformed to society and it's ideals." 
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Sylas, let out a rather large chuckle, giving Wyrmwood a heavy pat on the shoulder. "Even more so you have revealed your true face, the one which is a moralless and idealistic man, caring more about truth and the discovery of freedom - than he does those who are lost to his cause. You really are quite intriguing! And from my lowly, moral perspectives, as you seem to think - certainly the man behind the curtain of the Emerald City. In any case, I ramble too often too much, hm? To discover and force this reality to define itself, are you not thinking far enough? If you force this reality to define itself, it'll define itself to the mind that forces it. Thus, no one has ever truly seen this reality for what it is. Our lives, our existence, is made up of interpretations. Even science, for science is faced by magic. The impossible, by the possible. And all - is measured by time."
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@Almosegosum
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The Doctor looked at the Vampire for quite a while, thinking over his riposte - before sighing. "There seems to be an insurmountable wall then, between our thinking. You would shade me lesser under the guise of a moral lamp you yourself can not justify beyond that same mechanism though which I would deem it irrelevant. That my justification is as much based in my understanding - and thus my experience of the world can not be denied. but it remains that it is my thinking. Defined by my experience, yes - but infinitely battered under my own critique. I feel wounded that you would name me the wizard, when I would have been the one to pull away the curtain the first chance I got. As for the magic... no - It's not the impossible. It is the utterly improbable - it's measuring a perceived reality by outdated standards. Clearly Magic is possible. Clearly it creates phenomena within a set that establishes those phenomena to be counterintuitive. Thus there must exist a potential set in which these phenomena are not so counterintuitive, and again there must exist some mechanism somewhere within the scope of probability for these two to collide. at least, in order to facilitate my world view - this is how reality seeks to justify itself. To present itself to me, considering my interpretations and experiences... there I go again." He looked around the room, seeing that Eris had left. He grinned, as he imagined her internal cringing at the course the evening seemed to have taken. "Now then, while I would love to do this for as long as forever, I must admit I came here under ulterior motives. You interacted with the creature - which turned out to be a boy who in turn claimed to be a demi-god of sorts. I am naturally intrigued by this as a rather unusual phenomena. I was hoping that you would convey more of this interaction to me... Alas Eris, doing the reasonable thing as usual - evaded the conflict and facilitated a suppression stratagem. This however took her out of the brawl - and left her with a rather limited understanding of the behaviours of the beast, pre and post transformation. Your thoughts? do you think these claims could hold some sort of validity? Is this a supernatural being with delusions of grandeur or, should I instigate a further investigation?" He sat a bit forwards, placing his folded hands beneath his chin.


(As much as I love this, I am going to pass out soon. I have to sleep. night night. sorry for dropping you mid confrontation)

 

[idalie]

The Doctor looked at the Vampire for quite a while, thinking over his riposte - before sighing. "There seems to be an insurmountable wall then, between our thinking. You would shade me lesser under the guise of a moral lamp you yourself can not justify beyond that same mechanism though which I would deem it irrelevant. That my justification is as much based in my understanding - and thus my experience of the world can not be denied. but it remains that it is my thinking. Defined by my experience, yes - but infinitely battered under my own critique. I feel wounded that you would name me the wizard, when I would have been the one to pull away the curtain the first chance I got. As for the magic... no - It's not the impossible. It is the utterly improbable - it's measuring a perceived reality by outdated standards. Clearly Magic is possible. Clearly it creates phenomena within a set that establishes those phenomena to be counterintuitive. Thus there must exist a potential set in which these phenomena are not so counterintuitive, and again there must exist some mechanism somewhere within the scope of probability for these two to collide. at least, in order to facilitate my world view - this is how reality seeks to justify itself. To present itself to me, considering my interpretations and experiences... there I go again." He looked around the room, seeing that Eris had left. He grinned, as he imagined her internal cringing at the course the evening seemed to have taken. "Now then, while I would love to do this for as long as forever, I must admit I came here under ulterior motives. You interacted with the creature - which turned out to be a boy who in turn claimed to be a demi-god of sorts. I am naturally intrigued by this as a rather unusual phenomena. I was hoping that you would convey more of this interaction to me... Alas Eris, doing the reasonable thing as usual - evaded the conflict and facilitated a suppression stratagem. This however took her out of the brawl - and left her with a rather limited understanding of the behaviours of the beast, pre and post transformation. Your thoughts? do you think these claims could hold some sort of validity? Is this a supernatural being with delusions of grandeur or, should I instigate a further investigation?" He sat a bit forwards, placing his folded hands beneath his chin.


(As much as I love this, I am going to pass out soon. I have to sleep. night night. sorry for dropping you mid confrontation)





 

(SHSHSHSH, it's fine ^-^ Awesome battle of wits though)

 

[Roahon]

 Shiro was confused by that blind girl. She seemed to get around alright but he could not help but worry that something could happen. So he decided it best to follow from a distance, once there was some length between them he followed. He slightly cursed that he was leaving his sister behind but it was probably time for her to on her own.


Meanwhile Kara wandered around the village and into the forest. Yep she was actually lost, she was already starting to miss Shiro.


@Scarlet_MCRP

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

Adriana earned down an alleyway she tried summoning her usual food supply, but since it didn't exist yet, it didn't work. She was starving and seeing all these humans with fresh blood wasn't helping, but she didn't want to hurt anyone. She starting crying, she didn't know what she should do. 


@Roahon

 

[Roahon]

Well Shiro was in a awkward spot here. He hid behind a barrel and tried to think this though. If he showed him self he may come across as some creep that followed her. She also could just randomly run away. Or he could stay hidden and her problem may get worse, what ever it is. Well risk foes show rewards so...


He got up and and walked over. "Mind telling me what's wrong?"


@Scarlet_MCRP

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

Adriana pulled her face from her hands, she didn't even realize it was the same guy from before. She was too hungry, and food was right here. In a flash she was up and on his neck, drinking his blood, after a few moments she stopped realizing the blood lust took over. "I'm I'm so sorry" she now realized it was the same guy. "I told you to leave me alone."


@Roahon

 

[Roahon]

Shiro was a little shocked when Adriana jumped up at him. When she let go he put his hand to his neck and realized she was probably a vampire. He then smiled at her. "Yeah well I followed because I am noisy. I am also too nice sometimes.  So... Vampire, never met one before." Shiro then had a wonderful idea. "Hay, are you still hungry by chance?"


@Scarlet_MCRP

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

Adriana nodded ashamed of herself.  "Starving" she said, it's been a really long time since she fed off a human. "I'm so sorry, I don't usually do this. " 


@Roahon

 

[Roahon]

Shiro grinned. "Don't worry about it, we seem to actually be a on a spot to help each other. There is another mam in this town that's marked for death. Me and my sister are supposed to kill and reap his soul. So you drink as much as you want from him and then I scoop his soul up. Deal?" 


@Scarlet_MCRP

 

[Rat]

Luke sighs then sits up, "You know exactly what it was... And I will always do it." Luke kisses his cheek smiling, "I just wish you would admit you still do have feelings for me."

Niklaus Aston
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He huffed softly as he looked up at him, frowning a bit when his cheek was kissed "Well I mean how am I supposed to react to you kissing me?" he asked with a cocky look on his face
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[Rat]

Nicolai Rumancek
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He feigned being offended at the warning he got from Sylas before rolling his eyes "Of course my lord" he teased before listening to the two of them go back and forth. He seemed to be completely lost and decided to wander into the kitchen to find something to eat, after getting a piece of toast from one of the cooks, he smiled politely and thanked them, leaning against the door frame while he observed the two and didn't even catch himself staring at Sylas as he nibbled his toast
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@HumansArentReal
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[Scarlet_MCRP]

Adriana nodded "deal" she smiled. All she cared about was food at the moment. "can you get us there quick? " she didn't know how long she could hold out without food. 


@Roahon

 

[Roahon]

Shiro nods as well and smiled. He then starts looking around a few corners and moving around somewhat. He then pulled out a fairly large book with a skull on it. "Ferric Jackson.... His house should be over.... There!" He pointed and walked over. He looked over the house and back at the book. "Let's see, book says he lives alone so no one should bother us. So do you want to sneak in or just go right in?"


@Scarlet_MCRP

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

Adriana smirked. "I'll just go right in." she walked up the door and tried the door, it was locked, she pulled on it harder and just broke it off and walked inside. 


@Roahon

 

[Roahon]

Shiro gulped as he say her pull a door off its hinges. Adriana may look like a little girl but shiro could tell she was far more then that. He summoned his scythe and walked in after her. The man was in the far side of the room holding a knife. "who the bloody hell are you kids and what are you doing here?" the man said unknowing of the doom he was about to receive.


@Scarlet_MCRP

 

[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
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"At last, some semblance of honesty - which I do quite prefer over unnecessary pleasantries. As for this monster you speak of, I can't be sure whether what the boy speaks is confirmable. Although death does cling to him, quite like the scent of a slightly decomposing corpse. If that can be used in a comparison. He remarked he was the child of Death itself and Cerberus? Not sure if I rightly heard. Yet, he only showed bountiful strength. No hell unleashing powers, nor anything I would associate to a god or godlike being. That'll have to be deduced in time, hopefully." Glancing upwards, meeting the figure of Nicolai, Sylas cleared his throat. "My acquaintance and guest, Nicolai can also be of assistance when needed. He might've gained more knowledge, who knows." With a shrug, he sighed. "On the other hand, I am getting quite ... parched. If you'll excuse me, Doctor Scott. I should get a drink before supper." Standing up, and clapping his hands together, Sylvestris it was clear, had not fed that day. Although food could be consumed and enjoyed, there was no nutritional value given. Thus, the vampire would continue to politely eat among guests, but otherwise took upon a liquid diet of blood - apart from those rare days he'd feel like something different. 
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@Almosegosum @Finnick @Xena
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[Rat]

Nicolai Rumancek
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He nodded in response when he'd heard what Sylas said "Go ahead, I doubt our guest would mind you slipping away for a moment" he said with a wink in Sylas' direction and a smirk. He looked over at the Doctor and was vaguely intrigued after hearing their rather lengthy conversation 
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@HumansArentReal @Almosegosum
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[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
Sylas put his arm across the doorway before striding out, leaning in towards Nicolai. "I don't trust him. Be careful, keep him occupied, and perhaps irritate him slightly. Never base a book on its cover - especially not that one." His words were barely coherent and audible, even for Nicolai. Alas, he wanted to make sure the current visitor within the smoking room couldn't hear. Clearing his throat once more, and turning back towards both of them with a wide smile, he gestured out into the room. "Please! Help yourself to a cigar, or the whisky. I'll be back soon." Slipping out through the hallway, Briarwood made sure to beeline for the kitchens in particular - already having a nervous tick, like an addict whom had been withdrawn a few more minutes than he was used to. The flicking of his wrists, continual twisting of the cufflinks - was the surest sign.
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@Finnick @Almosegosum
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[Rat]

Nicolai Rumancek
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He licked his lips as he continued staring at the Doctor before blushing at the closeness between himself and Sylas. He nodded slightly in response "Irritate him? I can do that" he said very quietly with that damn cocky grin appearing on his face again which only widened at the sound of whiskey "Don't mind if I do~" he called behind him while Sylas rushed away. He walked over to the cabinet and took out the whiskey while not taking his eyes off the Doctor "Would you care for a drink?" he asked all politely as he had his hand on a second glass though hesitated taking it out while he waited for a response
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@HumansArentReal @Almosegosum
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[Scarlet_MCRP]

Shiro gulped as he say her pull a door off its hinges. Adriana may look like a little girl but shiro could tell she was far more then that. He summoned his scythe and walked in after her. The man was in the far side of the room holding a knife. "who the bloody hell are you kids and what are you doing here?" the man said unknowing of the doom he was about to receive.


@Scarlet_MCRP

Adriana tilted her head. "Oh I'm sorry, we were just looking for someone." She could sense the fear in the room, from both Shiro and the man. In a flash she was behind the man, she took his arms she had them behind his back, the man couldn't move. She kicked him in the back of the knee making him buckle over and land on his knees. She then bit into his neck, drinking his blood. Everything about it felt kind of..right..she thought. She had never killed anyone before but this world was new and different. It almost felt too good, she wondered if this was the right thing to do. She pulled back from his neck, draining all but an inch of his life. She wasn't sure if he was supposed to be alive or dead. Either way he would die shortly.

 

[Roahon]

Shiro's eyes went wide that the sight of Adriana pinning the man down and draining him of his blood. Shiro then shock his head and waited for the soul to leave the body. When it did he swung his scythe and collected the soul. The soul disappeared into the scythe with a small light and shiro stepped back afterwards. He took out the black book and crossed the mans name out of it. 


"That's number ninety four, almost have all one hundred. Anyways Adriana you full yet or are you still hungry?" He asked hoping the answer would be no. 


@Scarlet_MCRP

 

[A L M O S]

Nicolai Rumancek
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He licked his lips as he continued staring at the Doctor before blushing at the closeness between himself and Sylas. He nodded slightly in response "Irritate him? I can do that" he said very quietly with that damn cocky grin appearing on his face again which only widened at the sound of whiskey "Don't mind if I do~" he called behind him while Sylas rushed away. He walked over to the cabinet and took out the whiskey while not taking his eyes off the Doctor "Would you care for a drink?" he asked all politely as he had his hand on a second glass though hesitated taking it out while he waited for a response
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@HumansArentReal @Almosegosum
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"Sure, why not... Nothing better than sipping some high quality swill while being faced with the prospect of a dangerous and futile love interest, no?" The doctor bowed down his head, and started at the boy from beneath raised eyebrows and what could have passed for a good natured smirk.