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Lord Briarwood
"Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. Nothing is permanent. But I can bring her back. I can bring her back to me. I can be forgiven." He hissed, Sylas appearing to grin deludedly. The entire series of events finally taking its toll upon his mind. Paralysis beginning to fade from his upper half as he grunted furiously in exertion, swinging his half-asleep body upright. Staring past Nicolai as he reached out, clasping the werewolf's sleeve. One shaking movement after another as he stumbled through the doorway and kept his weight upon the wall. Knocking over various pieces of antiquity without care, his feet embedded with glass. He had unspoken work to do. Notes, research, the dark occult ringing at his fingertips.

@Finnick @Xena

 

Nicolai Rumancek


He glared at Samantha "If you couldn't tell he's delusional" he said while grasping Sylas' arm gently "Hey, c'mon you need to sleep" he said gently "And so far that is wrong, we haven't left yet" he said quietly while holding him from moving further "You're getting glass in your feet now come on" he said in slight annoyance "At least tell me where you're going so I can help you" he said worriedly, slowly giving up keeping him in one place, especially since the paralysis seemed to be wearing off


 

 

Lord Briarwood
"Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. Nothing is permanent. But I can bring her back. I can bring her back to me. I can be forgiven." He hissed, Sylas appearing to grin deludedly. The entire series of events finally taking its toll upon his mind. Paralysis beginning to fade from his upper half as he grunted furiously in exertion, swinging his half-asleep body upright. Staring past Nicolai as he reached out, clasping the werewolf's sleeve. One shaking movement after another as he stumbled through the doorway and kept his weight upon the wall. Knocking over various pieces of antiquity without care, his feet embedded with glass. He had unspoken work to do. Notes, research, the dark occult ringing at his fingertips.

@Finnick @Xena




(aw - poor little vampire want's to resurrect Someone... he should just have said. Wyrmwood teaches a class on Wednesdays... [laughs maniacally]) 
 
Samantha slowly walked over to where Sylas was, before putting a trying to stop him, along with Nicolai. "Sylas." She mumbled, placing a hand on his shoulder carefully and gently. "Calm down, okay? Knock off this hypnotic attitude and take a seat." She looked down at the floor, where the shattered glass laid. "We don't want you hurting anyone... Or yourself."


@HumansArentReal @Finnick


((HA @Almosegosum
 

Nyx Hazlett


He frowned slightly, unsure if this man was unusually nice or if he had an ulterior motive. "You're a strange man" he mumbled before nodding "What do you want to know?" He asked as he sighed in exasperation




Talbot Reeves - @Finnick


Talbot Placed down his cup, and waved his hand in front of the other man - in a slow circular motion before there was a loud snap from his fingers. "You are released from your compulsion." He took a deep breath. "Why did you choose to rob this store particularly? Did anyone send you? or was it a spur of the moment kind of deal?"
 

Nyx Hazlett


He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he was released before  staring at him "I...." he bit his lip and looked away "No, no one sent me" he muttered "And because I need money...my hi-...my home was raided recently and I have no food" he said quietly, still unsure why he agreed to this in the first place but he absolutely could not get caught by police, not with Greyson still at the hideout alone.


 

 

Nyx Hazlett


He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he was released before  staring at him "I...." he bit his lip and looked away "No, no one sent me" he muttered "And because I need money...my hi-...my home was raided recently and I have no food" he said quietly, still unsure why he agreed to this in the first place but he absolutely could not get caught by police, not with Greyson still at the hideout alone.


 


Talbot Reeves - @Finnick


"Hunger is as good a motivator as any. I am no criminal mastermind, but does it not make sense then to steal from a food store? As I have it - they have whole markets, filled with food - left empty all through the evening... You take the food, eat it on the go. Far more effective than stealing a book that would be hard to pawn, which then would give you money to buy food legally." Talbot placed his hands together, and waited for a response.  
 

Nyx Hazlett


He sighed, "I already did, I don't know why I decided here, okay?" he said a little defensively while looking away like a guilty child. He knew he fucked up and had to get home soon but couldn't with this guy asking questions "Look I really should head home..." he said with a brief look of panic in his eyes, Grey would be getting hungry soon


 

 

Nyx Hazlett


He sighed, "I already did, I don't know why I decided here, okay?" he said a little defensively while looking away like a guilty child. He knew he fucked up and had to get home soon but couldn't with this guy asking questions "Look I really should head home..." he said with a brief look of panic in his eyes, Grey would be getting hungry soon


 




Talbot Reeves - @Finnick


Talbot could see the urgency - yet could not figure out what the causal agent was. Most likely a reluctance to be here. But his actions did not speak of a hungry veteran thief... but a desperate one. It seemed very unlikely that he would be so broken up on losing a few items, especially with the kind of life he must have been living. He wanted to go home... Home... Hmm. Desperate to go home, because he was hungry... a child or a dependent. Obviously. Talbot sighed. He took out a wallet. "Here you go (He handed over the wallet) There is a few hundred in there. I trust you won't come back unless it is to actually buy something?" He rose an eyebrow, looking at the man like a concerned parent/elder sibling might have.
 

Nyx Hazlett


He blinked at the wallet "N-No" he stuttered, getting up and bending over to pick up his claw blade before firmly attaching it back to his hand. He looked over at the man with a slight frown "I don't understand you, you're strange. Also that isn't fair because you didn't give me your name but demanded to know mine" he added as he looked at him from the corner of his good eye. He sighed as he stared at the wallet, knowing damn well he could really use the money but also felt...wrong for taking it, ironically despite what his chosen hobby was.


 

 

Nyx Hazlett


He blinked at the wallet "N-No" he stuttered, getting up and bending over to pick up his claw blade before firmly attaching it back to his hand. He looked over at the man with a slight frown "I don't understand you, you're strange. Also that isn't fair because you didn't give me your name but demanded to know mine" he added as he looked at him from the corner of his good eye. He sighed as he stared at the wallet, knowing damn well he could really use the money but also felt...wrong for taking it, ironically despite what his chosen hobby was.


 




Talbot Reeves - @Finnick


Talbot saw that the man was looking at the wallet - and with a deft flip of the wrist the thing flew into the air, twirling momentarily in the air, while he said in a calm voice - "I insist -" As the wallet fell back into his palm, holding it out. It was a very subtle compulsion, because the want was already there - clearly - and it would only drive him over the edge. "I am Talbot, by the way. Now, you should go -I will see you out." He got up and started walking towards the back door of the store, leaving the wallet laying next to where the man was still sitting. Making a quick judgement call, he picked up a delightful book on children's fairy-tails in passing, holding it in an inconspicuous manner as he waiting for the man to follow.
 

Nyx Hazlett


He furrowed his brow at the annoyance of being compelled. He took the wallet begrudgingly and followed him "Interesting name" he commented as he looked at him, annoyance still clear on his face "I'm...I'm sorry" he stuttered sheepishly, angry at himself more than anything for trying to rob this kind person. Though there could always be an ulterior motive behind this kindness "I would love to know why you're being so kind to me though" he muttered "What do you want from me?" he asked as he looked up at him


 

 

Lord Briarwood
He dizzily grasped at Samantha, sinking down to his knees. Blood staining the luxurious carpets with his dark red blood. Unable to heal around the glass as it buried into his flesh. Feverish and broken, the vampire grasped the shards of broken window in his hands. Eyes filled with little hope. Talked from his delusions. If only.



 


Men snapped at odd times, and it was then he'd finally finished himself of any sense in his mind. Those gorgeous jade orbs staring, whilst he kept his large palm upon Samantha's shirt hem, staining the material crimson. "If you're an angel ... you can get her back." He murmured, teeth somewhat gritting as he nodded to himself. "You took her away, and you can give her back." Having such a large, respected man, currently grasping at the young woman like a child, batting away Nicolai's attempts to pull him back; had Sylas appear worn. Desperate. Insane. But there was nothing left -- he'd sold what he was to someone, after wanting to live life so to meet his sweetheart someday. He didn't want to die. 

But as of then, dying seemed a lost man's option.



 

 
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[SIZE= 16px]Nicolai Rumancek[/SIZE]


He frowned a little bit and looked at Samantha warily "Don't listen to him, He's talking nonsense. You cannot bring someone back from the dead, Sylas" he stated while going to grab him again, only to lift him and brush the glass away from him before setting him back down, crouching and beginning to pick the glass out of Sylas gently


 



//Nicolai is beginning to feel real unwanted
 

Nyx Hazlett


He furrowed his brow at the annoyance of being compelled. He took the wallet begrudgingly and followed him "Interesting name" he commented as he looked at him, annoyance still clear on his face "I'm...I'm sorry" he stuttered sheepishly, angry at himself more than anything for trying to rob this kind person. Though there could always be an ulterior motive behind this kindness "I would love to know why you're being so kind to me though" he muttered "What do you want from me?" he asked as he looked up at him


 


Talbot Reeves - @Finnick


Talbot scratched his chin for a moment with his free hand... "Think of it... as leftover affection." He offered a sad smile, before holding out the book to to the thief. It was filled with 30 classical fairy-tales, with beautiful illustrations. "You should go, they must be waiting for you..."
 

Samantha sighed, pulling herself away and then glancing over at Nicolai. "Sylas..." She mumbled quietly. "How about the next time I go to see the 'Doctor', I'll ask about ressurection? I'm sure, with everything he's studied, that he's got something up his sleeve." A pause. "You just need to calm down."


 

 

Lord Briarwood
His head fell inward, chin hitting his chest. Gazing into his bloodied palms, Nicolai's futile attempts to help him; retrieving the shards from his skin and flesh. "I can't remember her face anymore. Just her eyes." Looking outwards through the broken windows and over the forests of green, encased by the dome of the sky, orange and red with the rising sun. Clouds drifting across the horizon. "Leave me here. I want to go see her Nicolai. Let me burn. Let me see her." Sylas hoarsely whispered, his orbs raised skyward. "It's been so 
long, since I saw the sunrise." 


 

 

Lord Briarwood
His head fell inward, chin hitting his chest. Gazing into his bloodied palms, Nicolai's futile attempts to help him; retrieving the shards from his skin and flesh. "I can't remember her face anymore. Just her eyes." Looking outwards through the broken windows and over the forests of green, encased by the dome of the sky, orange and red with the rising sun. Clouds drifting across the horizon. "Leave me here. I want to go see her Nicolai. Let me burn. Let me see her." Sylas hoarsely whispered, his orbs raised skyward. "It's been so 
long, since I saw the sunrise." 


 


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Lord Briarwood
His head fell inward, chin hitting his chest. Gazing into his bloodied palms, Nicolai's futile attempts to help him; retrieving the shards from his skin and flesh. "I can't remember her face anymore. Just her eyes." Looking outwards through the broken windows and over the forests of green, encased by the dome of the sky, orange and red with the rising sun. Clouds drifting across the horizon. "Leave me here. I want to go see her Nicolai. Let me burn. Let me see her." Sylas hoarsely whispered, his orbs raised skyward. "It's been so 
long, since I saw the sunrise." 


 




(it would be horrible if say...he wanted to kill himself and he was no longer affected by sunlight) 
 
Talbot Reeves - @Finnick


Talbot scratched his chin for a moment with his free hand... "Think of it... as leftover affection." He offered a sad smile, before holding out the book to to the thief. It was filled with 30 classical fairy-tales, with beautiful illustrations. "You should go, they must be waiting for you..."

Nyx Hazlett


He bit his lip slightly and frowned, noticing the sadness in the mans smile before looking down at the book. His eyes widened slightly as he took it and flipped through it "What's this for?" he asked while faking cluelessness, not wanting the man to know he had a child.



 


Nicolai Rumancek


He stiffened slightly at his words "I understand....trust me I do but I can't let you do  that" he said quietly, he knew he was being quite selfish in his endeavors at the moment but he didn't care, he could not lose someone else he cared about "All those things that happened to you, all the loss and death that haunt you? You'd be adding to mine by killing yourself. Not that you care" he added the last part in a sad mutter while continuing to pick the shards out of his flesh. He pulled his own shirt off and started dabbing the cuts gently with the discarded shirt while falling silent, his face also fell emotionless in the process as a result to not allow himself to get hurt anymore.


 

 

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