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Fantasy Lost Vampire girl (always open)

"very wise choice" Jackson stated, quickly catching up so that he was walking along side her. "perhaps you do have some smarts after all. You know it's a bad thing to become enemies with a magician" he adjusted his color with pride "if you do a good job at escorting me, I might even show you a trick or two" he held up his finger "but no guarantees"

Akina shook her head "I don't need to learn silly tricks from you." she tilted her head looking at him. "I know how to handle myself thanks."
 
Akina shook her head "I don't need to learn silly tricks from you." she tilted her head looking at him. "I know how to handle myself thanks."



"silly tricks?" Jackson repeated "you seen not to know what you're taking about" he placed his hands in his pockets "but I will say this, such a petite thing as yourself wouldn't survive a day in the real world" he snickered.
 
"silly tricks?" Jackson repeated "you seen not to know what you're taking about" he placed his hands in his pockets "but I will say this, such a petite thing as yourself wouldn't survive a day in the real world" he snickered.

"don't you dare, you don't even know me." she stopped walking, she was irritated with this man. "I can handle myself fine."
 
"don't you dare, you don't even know me." she stopped walking, she was irritated with this man. "I can handle myself fine."



Jackson was still chuckling, but stopped when when she spoke up "don't take any offence to my words" he did a quick bow "I'm a magician, yes, but also a troublemaker and thief" his eyes glinted with mischief slightly "I also have a way with words..."
 
Fritz gets into his van...thingamajig...and gets behind the wheel. He invites Ella in. He only came out for bread...

(Sorry I had to do something )


Ella waits a moment before cautiously getting in as well taking the other seat. she crossed her legs observing him better.(plz describe his appearence for what she sees) she hummed softly brushing some blonde hair behind her ear. She wondered what he was thinking.
 
Elle opens her eyes slowly with blood dripping everywhere as Luke wakes up and Elle smiles, "I did it..." Magnus lets go of Elle as Luke blurs to catch her and he shakes his head, "Elle what the hell did you do?" Magnus only had a little bloody nose but since Elle did the most out of Magnus and her she got the most internal damage. Elle looks up at Luke coughing up blood, "I'll be fine... But you have to stop Lucuis... He's on his way here right now.." Luke looks up at Magnus, "Can't you do something?!" Magnus tries to think of something, "I can try... But I can't promise anything..."
 
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Dr Wyrmwood Scott - @Finnick @Xena @HumansArentReal


While the two of them bickered like an old married couple - the Doctor raised his hands and placed them together, almost as if to pray. His golden eyes focused on Briarwood - for he could forgive many things, especially ambition. Calling Wyrmwood a Moron though... that was a mistake. Under his breath he whispered - "Summoning seal - Silverette Embrace" - Just as the wolf started to walk away into the darkness, the bark on the tree to Briarwood's back cracked open, and out streamed a plethora of silver snakes, glinting in the pale moonlight. Thy coiled around his neck, and where his arms would not budge, and drop the girl - they bit into his skin, releasing a silver enfuzed venom, which immediately corroded at his muscle structure and made his arms go slack.


Seeing the other boy, having just moved into the darkness, he commanded a few of them to pursue him as well. It would not do, to have too much get out. He walked over to where the girl had fallen to the ground, and he held a hand out to her - all the while staring at the Vampire. HE smirked, and the snakes still slithering over Briarwood, puffed their scales - creating a sensation not dissimilar of grating someone's skin with silver. This would not kill him, he would not allow it to kill the vampire. He also did not fear retribution. All of the Vampire's power came from being something he was not, while all of Wyrmwood's weakness came from acting like he was someone he was not. If the truth came out... only one of them would be ruined.


"You overstepped my dear Wyrmwood. Not that it was your fault... you have great social power - but you remain a simple Vampire. An old one, sure - but your skill set remain feeble in comparison. Let these scars... be a memento - let them ruin your figure. Let them force you to cover yourself forever, and hide so deeply in your own theatre... that you believe it to be the true you. Or - you can abandon those things, and come to me - when you finally work all of that venom out of you, and you can move once more. You can let me craft you a new image. A better one... where you had never to suffer this humiliation again - all at the low price of simply recognizing that the Hierarchy... it does not peak with you." He opened his mouth, and laughed loud and grating, into the night sky. When he calmed, he looked over to the girl, and motioned his hand.
 

Lord Briarwood


It happened quicker than he'd wished. Everything he'd worked towards. A heavy yell escaped his lips, those gorgeous jade eyes widening in agony. Silver pulsed through his form. Convulsing and seizing upon the floor. Blood flooded his mouth, choking and spluttering as it mixed with the crimson lines drawn down his cheek. "How dare you -" Another gut wrenching scream entered into the night as the burning fire beneath his ribcage was enough to combat the grating against his skin. Sylas never liked being triumphed over, but he'd offered a deal. A deal which he so desperately wanted but would, in turn, give away his isolation; hard work - his dignity perhaps. Nonetheless, he supposed that part of him had gone, when writhing upon the ground as silver turned his veins black. 


 


He could end it himself. 


But he'd broken the world for her. And he'd still not finished.


 


"I would - never - hide." He spat, crimson rivulets running down his chin. Looking upwards into the night sky, he began a hoarse chuckle. Orbs closing away from the world as he eventually nodded. "Just get me - out of here, you - bastard."


 


Well, as they said.
Can't beat them, join them.



 


@Almosegosum
(Ayyy, that's good ^^)
 

Lord Briarwood


It happened quicker than he'd wished. Everything he'd worked towards. A heavy yell escaped his lips, those gorgeous jade eyes widening in agony. Silver pulsed through his form. Convulsing and seizing upon the floor. Blood flooded his mouth, choking and spluttering as it mixed with the crimson lines drawn down his cheek. "How dare you -" Another gut wrenching scream entered into the night as the burning fire beneath his ribcage was enough to combat the grating against his skin. Sylas never liked being triumphed over, but he'd offered a deal. A deal which he so desperately wanted but would, in turn, give away his isolation; hard work - his dignity perhaps. Nonetheless, he supposed that part of him had gone, when writhing upon the ground as silver turned his veins black. 


 


He could end it himself. 


But he'd broken the world for her. And he'd still not finished.


 


"I would - never - hide." He spat, crimson rivulets running down his chin. Looking upwards into the night sky, he began a hoarse chuckle. Orbs closing away from the world as he eventually nodded. "Just get me - out of here, you - bastard."


 


Well, as they said.
Can't beat them, join them.



 


@Almosegosum
(Ayyy, that's good ^^)




 






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Dr Wyrmwood Scott - @Xena @HumansArentReal


As he waited for the girl to rise, he placed his hand together once more, deciding that she could get up on her own, if she was so inclined to take her time. the fingers formed together into what looked to be a very uncomfortable pattern, and his neck extended, looking very much like a snake - as it spanned the distance between his body, and the Lord's neck. The action was very fast, and as the Doctor opened his mouth, two very similar fangs protruded - as he bit into the blood stained flesh. A second passed, and his head retreated, back to it's normal position. 


The burning sensation increased ten fold, but the wounds on the Lord's body started to heal very rapidly.Even the old scar's - that had marred his body before confrontation started to steam slightly, before disappearing. After a few seconds, the pain started to lessen and the Lord would realise that the silver on the snakes did not burn his skin as they now lay rather docile on his body. His form remained however, paralyzed. Just below, where Wyrmwood had bitten, a seal had formed. The pitch black image of a snake eating itself. The Doctor let one of his hands lower, and made a quick gesture with the other. The snakes in the immediate area vanished, leaving only the three of them alone. The Doctor crouched at the side of the vampire.


"Over the next few days, you will hurt - often as your body starts to understand it's new position. SO too will your mind, and you will start to understand your's. I am going to leave you here, in the dirt - and you can think on what has occurred. The body paralysis will end in a few hours. Know what you were willing to do not but a moment ago, when I took everything away from you... Now think on what you are willing to do... That I have given it all back." He leaned in closer than before, and whispered in the Vampire's ear. "By the way... You taste very good." He licked the sigil, and chuckled.
 
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Lord Briarwood
He'd already sold his soul to the devil, and now apparently all his demons as well. 
Two fangs pierced the flesh of his neck, a taste of his own medicine in some sense - yet the action merely heightened the torment, suffering the raging fire that burnt his skin and he swore for a mere moment; a dead heart thumped. Scars of his abuse, old and new, dissipated. Leaving his pale complexion, bare of the silver lines and crudely written words.



Although it was afterwards, when the snakes lay across his body before vanishing, he panicked. Only slightly, well disguised under that stoic expression - for if he was now unaffected by silver, was he unaffected by other such things? He had one way of escaping, to leave this all behind, and that was to dispose of himself. Not able to see the symbol, but rather feel it to an extent, Sylas would be in future grateful that it could be hidden behind the collar of his shirt. Nonetheless, he despised himself for making such a choice, to allow such a thing to happen beyond his control. However, it had him smile. Oddly. Like the last scraps of sanity had begun to crumble. 


He'd remain the same old Briarwood till the end.


"I've always - had a problem - with authority, Doctor." The Lord gave a jagged grin, clearing his throat which had been smothered in coagulating blood, causing a rather guttural and rattling essence to his low tone. "It's a lovely night ... to be stuck outside."


As the Doctor licked the sigil, Sylas merely gave a long, nasal sigh. "You're a piece of work."


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Samantha burst into more tears, sitting in front of Sylas and glaring at the doctor. "Stop it!" She growled at him, before turning her head back to the vampire, only to see him in more pain. "T-that's the only way I'm going to come with you! I Don't want Sylas in pain! So make it stop!" Samantha frowned, gritting the words through her teeth, and stretched her arms out, as if pretending to be a barrier to Sylas. 


 

 
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Well...let's see...He has the whole mad scientist thing going on. He has white overalls on, with a white shirt and tie underneath, black gloves, black boot etc. However, he is very clean - his nails are well manicured, his hair, although frizzy, is clean, his teeth are as white as his clothes etc. He keeps his sword at his belt, alongside a strange device with a yellow-ish liquid in it, but he keeps the vials for his sword inside his coat (if you are looking for something in particular, ask me). The inside of the van has many levers, screens and buttons. It also has a radar, with one blip that you could tell is where the man is, and a lever next to it, on the same module, is in the off position.


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Samantha burst into more tears, sitting in front of Sylas and glaring at the doctor. "Stop it!" She growled at him, before turning her head back to the vampire, only to see him in more pain. "T-that's the only way I'm going to come with you! I Don't want Sylas hurting! So make it stop!" Samantha frowned, and stretched her arms out, as if pretending to be a barrier to Sylas. 


 





 






 



Dr Wyrmwood Scott - @Xena @HumansArentReal


He rose up to his full height, and peered at the girl. "even now... when he admits that he is as much a monster as I am?" he shook his head, before walking over to her. He grabbed her hand and moved a bit away of where the Lord lay. He turned back to the vampire and pulled the angel close to his body. "goodbye Briarwood. Seek me out if you want to become more than you are now... it would be sad to see so much potential go to waste." He looked to the angel - "Let's go." He turned around and started walking away - into the darkness.
 

Samantha whined, being led off like a child, and made an attempt to pull back, hurting her wing further in the process. "You promised you wouldn't hurt him. And simply saying that he's a monster isn't enough for you to cause pain. If anything, you should hurt alongside with him. Now stop the pain." She growled, pulling her hand away from his. "Or I swear to god I'll run, and you're never going to find me." 


 

 
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Samantha whined, being led off like a child, and made an attempt to pull back, hurting her wing further in the process. "You promised you wouldn't hurt him. And simply saying that he's a monster isn't enough for you to cause pain. If anything, you should hurt alongside with him. Now stop the pain." She growled, pulling her hand away from his. "Or I swear to god I'll run, and you're never going to find me." 


 





 






 



He sighed and stopped walking. when he spoke loudly - "Briarwood, could you let the little angel know if you are happily pain-free, or do you think you are currently positively smarting..." 


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Lord Briarwood


Looking upwards at the angel, he was pleasantly surprised. She still tried to protect him. Even as he was. "Samantha, my dear, I'm fine." He soothed, Sylas even cracking a smile. "I'll come see you, as soon as I can. I'm just experiencing ... a few hindering issues. Go with the good Doctor now." He remarked, barely a shake to his tone, whilst the agony became a throbbing ache. 


 

 

Samantha looked back towards the doctor, and then towards Sylas again. "I don't want you to lie to me. You're obviously in pain, or delusional." A roll of the eyes came with her remark, and she sighed. "It's so obvious it hurts. I mean, you just called him- " She pointed to doctor. "good." Samantha growled. "He's in no way, shape or form, good. He's horrid. You know that. So, please, at least pretend to be in pain next time so I can stay with you longer..." Samantha groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Promise you'll come see me?"


 

 
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Samantha looked back towards the doctor, and then towards Sylas again. "I don't want you to lie to me. You're obviously in pain, or delusional." A roll of the eyes came with her remark, and she sighed. "It's so obvious it hurts. I mean, you just called him- " She pointed to doctor. "good." Samantha growled. "He's in no way, shape or form, good. He's horrid. You know that. So, please, at least pretend to be in pain next time so I can stay with you longer..." Samantha groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Promise you'll come see me?"


 





 



(work emergency GTG_
 

Lord Briarwood


Sighing theatrically, Sylas cleared his throat and lifted his head (currently the only part of himself he could move). "Ahhhh - it burnsss, my soul is carving its way through my body - hisssss" Sarcasm drenched his tone, eyes closing. "You'd better comfort me darling, or I'll die alone." It was playful at least, which did something to lighten the mood. Cracking one green eye open, his brow arched in question. "How was that hm? But Samantha, darling. I'll visit as soon as I can. Currently I'm incapacitated."


 



 
 
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His jests made Samantha smile and giggle, biting her lip as to not make too many laughing sounds. "I'd give you... a nine out of ten. And I completely know what you mean, I feel weak as well, especially with my wing gon-" She trailed off midsentence, not wanting to admit to herself what had happened. "A-anyway. Please get better, okay? You've made a promise, I hope that you intend to keep." 


 

 
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Lord Briarwood


Sighing theatrically, Sylas cleared his throat and lifted his head (currently the only part of himself he could move). "Ahhhh - it burnsss, my soul is carving its way through my body - hisssss" Sarcasm drenched his tone, eyes closing. "You'd better comfort me darling, or I'll die alone." It was playful at least, which did something to lighten the mood. Cracking one green eye open, his brow arched in question. "How was that hm? But Samantha, darling. I'll visit as soon as I can. Currently I'm incapacitated."


 



 




 






 



Dr Wyrmwood Scott - @Xena 


The doctor continued walking, ignoring the girl, but trusting that she will continue on with him. When they finally were a few hundred yards away - He stopped, reached behind her and smeared some of the fresh blood onto his hands, before placing them gently to the ground. A seal formed, far more elegant than the one he made previously. when it closed, it glowed slightly and began to rise, encircling them completely. As the glowing line came to about eye height, they both could see that everything seen from inside and beneath the rising line, was actually part of a different space. Instead of now standing in a forest, they were in a grassy field, a few hundred feet from a large manor house - made of a striking dark stone.


"Come... you are free to roam the house as you will. If you can not open a door, you will know that it is not for you to open. If you need sleep, find a room with a bed in. If you need to wash, find a room that has a bath in it. You will come to me when I have need of you. You will eat what I give to you. You will drink what I present to you. You do not speak to the staff, for they will not speak back. You do not walk into the woods around my house - for the beings that roam there will do far worse to you than I ever will." As he spoke, he was walking into the home, the large doors opening at his arrival - when he passed the threshold - his clothing seemed to mend itself, and the blood on him was cleaned. On Samantha's body, the clothing was also cleaned, and the wounds were bound in what looked like white medical bandages - which had many subtle sigils stitched into the fabric. He suddenly turned to her - and looked her in the eyes. "questions?"
 

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