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| ravenroses | May 14, 2011, 4:22 pm Post #26 |
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Wrath frowned at the rapid fire questioning he had to listen to. She would want him to answer all of them. He decided to take them all one at a time in a calm manner. If he got worked up now over something so simple, this retrieval mission would never end. He closed his eyes and inhaled. The small gesture allowed him to sort through her questions and get the answers she was looking for. He opened his eyes and answered, "Pride is my brother, so to speak, and the leader of the Brotherhood we have. I would only hurt you if you wound up attacking me. There's no reason to do so otherwise. Pride wants you to come back with me to the Void, unharmed, and no longer as Grace. Since he's in charge and this is my mission, it would look bad if I hurt you at all. Where we're from isn't important." It was a lot for him to field. The more he spoke, the more bored he felt. This girl was deemed insane by society, like he had been when he was human. Wrath didn't want to answer anymore questions but if it was what got her to go with him, it would be all right. "We want you to join us because you are the most envious person on the planet. We know what you did and that energy called to us. We our missing out sister, Envy, and you fill that calling. I was the angriest person on the planet, Greed, Pride and Sloth had found me and offered me the position of Wrath. They all went through this too. Each of us was our sin incarnate," he paused. His mind was racing. For a brief moment, the memories of the night his siblings found him in the cemetery flashed before his eyes. He blinked a few times to clear away the vision. He couldn't afford to fall into his mind again. Not when he was so close to getting her. Wrath slid his hands into his pockets. His fingers were itching to swing out and grab something, her throat, his bat, the bench to hurl across the park, he had to regain his focus. He took a deep breath again, "We know a lot about you. Human lives are easy to read and gather information on. If you're talking about how I tracked you from the institution, that's a whole 'nother story; which, I might add, was quite the pain in the ass." He glared at her as he said the last bit. His eyes flashed red before fading back to their normal color. That was in the past now. He had to move on from it. Now his voice was growing thick with the annoyance he was feeling, "As for where we're going, why does it matter? You ran away from the institute. You don't want to see your family again, do you? Bring up all those memories of your sister. See how much you family misses her over you." He was sneering at her. Wrath was hoping to raise her envy and get her to agree to this. That and he wasn't feeling so calm anymore. "So," he said after a few moments of silence, "what do you say?" |
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| psy | May 15, 2011, 10:40 am Post #27 |
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Greed As the room decayed around them by way of the boy leader Greed's smirking face continued to float far too close to his soon-to-be sister. That sister, the one who he had tried so very hard since arriving to irritate to no end, was now closing her eyes as if trying to ignore what was happening. But that was hardly the case, and he recognized that. This woman was far too self-absorbed, far too powerful and far too proud to concede defeat that easily. No, this was revelation, this was her coming to understand the options being laid in front of her. And the choice, for anyone so enthused with themselves, was obvious. Just as he had recognized that there was only acceptance of sin when given the choice between death and rebirth, certainly she had as well. There was no doubt in the cheeky, toying bastard's mind that this woman who he had set out to become a thorn of was going to become his sister in sin. That thought, that masochistic and questionable fact, brought him joy. Every glare, every smug look, and now this moment of what could be easily misconstrued as weakness brought him absolute delight. To test the waters of the brother-sister dynamic like this and to make the relationship between them so utterly deplorable from the very start excited him. Reactions, habits, emotions, negative thoughts, positive thoughts, facial expressions, and so forth. It was what he desperately wanted, what he craved. She was giving him all this and with just a little bit of poking those reactions, habits, emotions and the like became that much more prevalent and that much more accentuated. This woman and her strong outward actions gave him everything he needed to keep the finicky gears in his mind turning. And yet he still desired more. Rather, the greedy mind that had delivered him this fate wanted more. Never sated for long it pricked at Greed, threatening to scream like a needy child. Tiffanie Marquisa had begun to change into Lust, the physical manifestation of the sin of passion, and yet still that was not enough for Greed's greedy mind. Just as it started to scream again, as it had always done when it grew bored since childhood, Tiffanie slowly stood before the bastard and the child that had upset her world. Greed could clearly see the change she had undergone. Even physically she looked different, far more empowered than the woman they had met downstairs. Again the screaming ceased and the mind became sated. From the point of view of the entire world as he knew it, in front of him there was only one woman. She who to some would be known as Tiffanie, and to others as Lust. But through his eyes there were two people there: Tiffanie, who had been lost to existence and Lust, she who took her place. The clear memory that would never fade pasted itself over reality, existing to only those who never forgot the smallest details. And through those levels of seen existence his mind remained sated for much longer than before. Flitting through each detail twice as often calmed the mind and brought much needed relief to the owner it plagued. But even that would not be enough for he who needed it all to himself. Yet again she answered that desire as both existences reaped terrible vengeance for the chaos and torturous annoyance he had brought. Her crimson claws scraped across his face and sent him reeling to the side. There was no yelp of pain, no counterattack, though. Rather Greed stood in place with his head tilted down and to the side. Blood seeped from his left cheek and dripped down off his jawline onto the perfect white shirt and black suit jacket. Strands of loose hair stuck to the blood on his cheek. And yet he did not visibly react. The newly born Lust and Pride exchanged words and for a moment he could feel the disappointed gaze of the boy leader combined with the searing hatred from his assailant. But none of that mattered now. The harsh reaction from Lust finally calmed his mind enough to set him at ease for the next little while. To feel calm was something he did not get to experience often, and while no outward change occurred, inside it was like discovering a lost paradise. Because of that calm that he now felt Greed could not help but smile, and not in the conceited way that he had shown before but rather a genuine smile that he did not even need to force. The smile cracked open and a quiet, joyful laugh filled the now silent room, “Hah, hahahahaha.” Greed's head slowly raised from its crooked position revealing the unnaturally happy expression for someone who had just been struck and carved into by a hellbent woman. Feeling dominant once again, Greed straightened his back and neck and slowly turned to face the boy leader who had looked at him with those disappointed eyes. Carefully pulling the strands of hair from his blood-caked cheek he smiled at Pride and spoke once more, “Were the spirits really so unsure of her that that was necessary? Perhaps they should be more trusting of the people they mark so that I'm not forced to splatter blood all over a perfectly good jacket. And please don't look so disappointed, bro, our sister has been obtained, I've had my fun, and this room is a complete mess. Your smug smile is far more endearing than that cynically cold gaze.” Without another word between him and the other two he pushed the door open and left the decayed room behind for the primp and proper rest of the building. Uttering to himself more than the other two as he left, “That room is absolutely repugnant.” Once away from his brother and sister he pulled the cellphone from his pocket and dialed the same number he had to secure a ride here. The man on the other end evidently recognized the number this time and regarded Greed with immediate respect. “We're about done here, and will be needing a ride to the airport in time for the next flight to the States. It could be just myself, two or three of us in the car, so leave room.” Greed stated very bluntly before hanging up on the man. Edited by psy, May 15, 2011, 9:11 pm.
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| Avariella | May 16, 2011, 4:55 am Post #28 |
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Laziness. It was Sloth's calling card and she was an expert at exhibiting it. Even though she ended up completing every task ever given to her, she'd procrastinated, lolli-gagged, dilly-dallied, along with whatever else term had been created for doing something slowly. The same went for the task she'd been given by her leader, Pride. Well...new leader. Sloth never liked authority much because orders meant she needed to do something, but it was either join the brotherhood or die so...here she was. The plane to California was already set up, all she had to do was go to it and take the flight. Of course, as was customary, she ambled onto the plane at the very last moment, earning a glare from the man at the door who'd been waiting for about an hour for her to show up. "I overslept," she said with a yawn, shrugging her shoulders. Benjamin Anthony Boivin. That was who she was assigned to find... The brother otherwise known as Gluttony. California was a huge state and Sloth could feel herself getting tired just thinking about how much work would be required to track down this man. She had absolutely nothing to go on so she was forced to dig deep into her mind and try to decipher what this sin would be involved in that would make him a glutton. Was he a big, fat guy that just needed to eat a lot? Maybe he was gluttonous in a hoarder nature, living in a pigsty. Or...She shuddered to think of the last option. Maybe he was gluttonous in the cannibalistic nature, preferring the cuisine of the homo sapien variety. That was possible given what her other siblings were like... The sins could be tame, like hers, or cruel and twisted like Pride's and a couple others. The last option was entirely possible. Choosing that was her best avenue, because it was better to work from the end to the beginning, she started doing research on her laptop for killings of the brutal nature, specifically ones that were found in very bloody surroundings. There would be no body, obviously, since she was going with the assumption that he consumed them, so she needed to rely on him not cleaning up the scene. Thankfully there were a couple he hadn't which gave her a small area to work with. It was a town and all the killings gravitated around this one area: The South Bay. There had been a series of bloody scenes reported in the local newspapers. She read through story after story, trying to get a lock on who this guy could be, what he would look like, where he would live... Unfortunately, she didn't have enough information to gather that information. The white pages were used to copy down all the Benjamin Boivins living in the area, which happened to be three, thankfully making it easy, as long as he was listed anyway. Once the plane landed she would dial each number she'd copied down, hoping that one of them would lead her to her sinning sibling. Then again...what if he had a cell phone? Her search changed to find his cell phone number, surprised at how easy it was. That turned up three people as well, but now she had six different numbers to use which made her chances greater of finding him. Sloth left the airport and rented a car, driving into the city. A motel room was rented, some dive off the highway, and then the numbers were dialed, her heart pumping with nervousness towards what she would say if he picked up. |
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| Juicesir | May 16, 2011, 8:26 am Post #29 |
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People aren't just born into their lives. They don't know the path theirs will take, or the things that they'll do. A kid doesn't grow up thinking they'll work in an office or cheat on their spouse. People are what they are because of their experiences. They're made up of thousands of gradual events that end up shaping them into something new. After hit after hit after hit after hit, people get desperate, and are pushed to do things they never would have thought themselves capable of at a previous moment in their live. After all of these experiences shape and change a person, they can become unrecognizable from who they were. Which is how Benjamin Boivin descended from a well off life of luxury and happiness into one revelation which would end up driving his own special breed of madness. That revelation? That humans are delicious. It's a subtle flavor. If you've ever had veal, it's something along those lines. A bit more bold, and with hints of pork, but still very meaty. Pork is the easy out for describing it, and it doesn't do human flesh justice. Even veal, which is honestly closer, is still not the right description. Because if you honestly want the right taste to know, you'd just have to try some. The South Bay Butcher. That's what they called him. It had a nice ring to it really. He didn't really think he was a serial killer though. He was just hungry. In the month since he had made his first meal of Linda he had eaten 9 other people. Though never the whole person. Sure, it was a wasteful practice, but Ben had long given up on caring what people thought of the way he lived. It was about the taste, not the quantity. It'd been messy the first time. Ben honestly didn't enjoy having to get the meat off of the body, but it was well worth the effort. He'd gotten better at preparing it as well, and he had even decided finally upon which wine went best. He usually paired the dishes with a Merlot if one was around, though most red wines would do. You'd think, being a white meat, that you would pair it with a white wine, but such was most certainly not the case. And it had to be women. Men he didn't like the taste of. He had tried one guy, a fellow he had met at a work out center, but he'd honestly not tasted as good. No, there was something about women that just tasted better. Perhaps it was just a bias of his, but he could be that picky. Women who were better off were also good, as he could then crash at their house for a few days afterwards. Whatever change Ben had gone through he hadn't lost his charm; women still fell easily for him. It made dinner with them more enjoyable. He had, however, been lax as of late with his cleanup. Again, he was hungry, and he really didn't care as much as he had those first few weeks about picking people who had few ties and relatives. So when the boyfriend of a lovely young red head walked in on Ben making a stew out of her, things got very awkward and very, very bloody. There hadn't even been time to properly enjoy the meal. Here was this yuppie shit getting all pretentious about Ben eating her. It'd been a mess to kill him. It's really quite a shame how much blood people have, and how they have such a tendency to dribble it about when their throats are cut. And all over the nice white furniture too. You'd think people would be more careful. Ben couldn't suffer such fools. People who didn't respect good living and good eating were idiots, and doomed to live a life of poor pretentious prey. Like cows thinking that a slaughterhouse is too mainstream. Fucking hipsters. It was in the middle of this mess, the man sprawled out over the couch, bleeding out like an idiot, the red head nicely wrapped up in the bed, her head on the counter in preparation of the stew, Ben nursing a wound on his arm from the man and trying to clean the place up a bit so he could get back to the meal that he was in the middle of, when things got worse. His cell phone rang. "For fuck's sake!" It honestly couldn't have been worse timing for a call. His hands were all sticky and red, the stew needed to be stirred otherwise the herbs would just burn and soak in the water, and there was still that matter of that asshole ruining the couch with his bloodstains. And now, a phone call. Ben walked over to the couch, deciding it was a lost cause anyhow, and wiped his hands on the man's shirt. He then reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. It was a number he didn't recognize, and he wondered who would be calling him. He didn't have any friends really, and most of the girls he had been seeing were being stored in their respective freezers for leftovers in case he ever came calling back for a snack. He shrugged, and flipped it open. "Hello?" Edited by Juicesir, May 16, 2011, 8:31 am.
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| Dream | May 16, 2011, 1:34 pm Post #30 |
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Grace listened quietly as he explained everything, which was a challenge in of itself. She wasn't one to listen to what others were saying. It wasn't that she didn't care, she just...didn't care. He told her that he would hurt her, and she was momentarily angry. How dare he think that he was better then her. He did, however, manage to redeem himself by calling her the most envious. How nice of him to notice that she was the best, most envious person. Grace was looking at him, listening to what he was saying, when his eyes flashed red. Her eyes widened, and she smiled, instantly jealous. She wanted red eyes too! Her momentary jealousy subsided, however, when he went on to bring her past into the situation. "Dont. Bring. Them. Up." she said, clenching her jaw. They were the idiots. They didn't see how completely amazing of a daughter she was. They only saw her sister. "I'm in." she said after a moments silence, not bothering to ask what he meant by "not as Grace". She could see that he was getting angry, and he DID call himself Wrath. Somehow the idea managed to worm its way into even her mind that upsetting a guy who supposedly embodies Wrath wouldn't be such a good idea. She then heard a child's soft laughter, and turned to face the source. She looked from Wrath, to the child, then back to Wrath. "Let's get out of here." she said quietly, trying not to run over to the child and steal that laughter from his unsuspecting throat. |
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| Avariella | May 21, 2011, 4:50 am Post #31 |
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Sloth froze as soon as she heard his voice. Benjamin Boivin... -The- Benjamin Boivin. She couldn't figure out what made her so sure, but she felt it deep within, a calling to this voice, satisfaction spreading through her like a cool spring brook cascading over rocks. "Hello there," she said finally, not wanting him to hang up because of silence on the other end. "I-I'm sorry to bother you and... Oh gosh, I feel so embarrassed about this, but I'm an old friend from school. My name's Nicole. You...probably don't remember me, but we went to high school together. Listen, I'm moving into the area and I looked on facebook for possible people I could hook up with. You came up close to where I was looking at houses. I was wondering if it would be possible for us to meet up? You know, grab some coffee or something. Then you could show me the town and what it has to offer? I'd rather be given a tour by someone I know than a complete stranger." The woman had disguised her voice to sound like a nervous, embarrassed young girl, scared to ask the man to meet her. Hopefully the facade would work... On her end it sounded flawless, but she couldn't be sure it was perceived just as flawless by the other party. Deciding to make it a little more pitiful, and add to the performance, she spoke again. "You know what... I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this... You probably think I'm a freak or something." A nervous laugh was added at the end, hoping that would strike some compassion in the man and lure him in enough that he agreed to meet her. Then she could finally complete her mission and go back to headquarters and sink into her palace of pillows, closing her eyes until the next day rolled around. Oh, how she loved her bed. Why did Pride constantly have to rouse her from it with these missions? Irritation ebbed, threatening to come out, but she hampered it knowing it would only ruin the trap and make her target retreat from the sudden negativity. No, she had to stay positive... Calming herself, she simply waited for his replies to her previously delivered story. |
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| Juicesir | May 21, 2011, 9:21 am Post #32 |
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How delectable. Of course, the one thing Ben needed right now was to entertain house guests. Oh sure, come right in, mind the corpse and blood, I'm letting it defrost for dinner. What a mess that would be, an outright scandal. He didn't really recall any Nicole, but she seemed pretty sincere, and Ben had a thing for defenseless women (especially after today's fiasco with the boyfriend). There was something about this girl, though, that felt like it warranted something special. She knew him. This wouldn't be like the other ones, with only sex and hunger attached to it. There was something personal already in their connection, and that couldn't be ignored. Ben thought quickly of the best way that he could approach this, and then he hit on it. It seemed ingenious, and fitting in a way which would welcome this women into the new world in which he reigned. This would be a night to remember. Ben tried to contain the giddiness he now felt riddling his emotions. It was difficult; he was visibly smiling while this woman from his past was still talking, and it would be difficult to respond without sounding too ecstatic, but Ben felt confident he could do so. Smile plastered upon his blood spattered and good looking face, he began his answer. He began with a laugh, and he was surprised by how normal he was able to make it sound in such circumstances. "You know, it's a little odd, but I don't think you're a freak. This town can be pretty big for someone who's new." His tone was relaxed, and he strolled over to the couch with the boyfriend spilling out onto it and took a seat, making sure to steer clear of the spatters. He crossed his legs and tapped his toe a bit. "To be honest it's nice to hear from someone familiar. If you'd be interested, I cook a mean steak and there's some great sites to see nearby." He had to make sure to play this right. He didn't want to seem too aggressive, but he had to acknowledge it. "I know it may seem a bit forward of me, but I honestly do love cooking, and then we could head out and take a look at some of that real estate you were looking at. A friend of mine even has some great deals on storage if you're interested in that." I mean, how else was he supposed to store the meat from the bodies? He felt like it was too desperate sounding, but she had herself come out of the blue to do this. This on her part was a forward act in itself, and who could turn down a quiet dinner with an old high school friend and a nice night on the town? At least, that's what Nicole would be expecting. And who knows, she might even get it. It all depended on the chemistry of it, and right now, Ben felt as if there was a lot more to this girl than the others had been. She was special. This sort of thing didn't just happen every day. There was a reason for this, he was sure. So they would eat some dinner, he would actually get to know her, and then he would see about how she took things from there. "So, how does it sound? Little dinner at my place, a drive around the neighborhood, and then I can take you back to wherever you're staying. Does that sound good?" To Ben it sounded absolutely delicious. Being attached to people the way he had become, Ben lived his life as a bit of a masochist these days, and this dance with danger was just what he needed to get his mind off of this botched afternoon. |
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| ravenroses | May 21, 2011, 6:26 pm Post #33 |
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He couldn't help but laugh. It was a deep laugh that rose from somewhere inside of him that should never know the light of day. Her reaction to his mention of her family was just too much. He sobered up and settled on just smiling at her. He was pleased and it reached his eyes. For once, the anger was not in control of him. "Glad to know you're on board. You won't regret this decision," Wrath said. He watched her look at the child that was nearby. A family was out. His eyes flashed red again when he looked over. The mother sensed his gaze and immediately tried to get her child to go back to her. He felt better again seeing her fear. He leaned over to the bench and zipped up his bag before slinging in onto his shoulder. Wrath then threw his arm over Grace's shoulder, "Come. We have a plane to catch eventually. I'll have to get you to the Void and Pride will want to see Envy, not Grace." He began to walk and steered her toward the park exit onto the street. On the street, Wrath let go of the girl. He stayed close to her. He wanted to make sure she was within reach in case she tried to run. Watching her, he pulled out his phone and called around to find a cab service to take them to the airport. He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. He turned to Grace, "Anywhere you need to go before we leave? Need anything? I know that knife is precious to you, but it is a butter knife. That won't help you much where we're going but you can get something better later." He surveyed her from head to toe. "Envy, the cheap shot," he said with a snicker. He was glad to be getting a new sister but it was strange still being with this girl. The cab pulled up and the driver stepped out. Wrath greeted the man and paid him upfront. The driver opened the back door. Wrath gestured for the driver to get back in the car and he motioned for Grace to get in. He was going to keep an eye on her. He didn't need a knife in the back today or her to take off. She wasn't his sister yet and he wanted to make sure he completed his task before he let her out of his sight. |
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| Jei Ai | May 22, 2011, 2:40 pm Post #34 |
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It was with a great deal of poise, energy and self-restraint that Lust was able to bite back her protests. Lust. Even her internal monologue was calling her by the new title, and the woman of other-worldly beauty was not yet sure if it sat well with her. Despite the truth in the name it was not a word she had heard herself associated with before. As Tiffanie Marquisa, the Queen of the burlesque underworld and everything that came with it, she had been subject to several names that spanned from adoration and fearful respect to crucifying and derogatory. One in particular that had provoked a certain glint in her eye had been the ‘Femme Fatale’, but she had never really adopted such titles. ‘Lust’ did no justice to the glamour, beauty or danger that radiated from the woman who now stood in the shoes of Miss Tiffanie Marquisa. And yet the deep hunger, the deep urge inside of her that throbbed and ebbed and surged was proof enough that indeed Lust was to be her name from this point forward. The sickly Greed – for that was his true name, too – had exited the room ahead of his company and had set about making car arrangements. They were completely unnecessary of course as the once Tiffanie had asked her driver to remain should she require his services in the near future. Smirking quietly in amusement at the egotistical male made Lust feel more alive and more human than she thought possible at that moment. It seemed that while her dictated sin of fire, sex and passion had amplified her inherent vicious tendencies and desires of the flesh, it had not removed her memories of the past or her particular type of personality. It was not uncommon for a man of ego to worm his way through the underworld of Paris and so the victim of her unexpected slash was by no means a threat or hurdle to Lust. That being said he certainly annoyed her to no end: it would be harder than usual to mask her irritability with that one. It was in part a truer struggle as her sinful desires pressed for a very different kind of reaction from her. The small child on the other hand was a different story. Lust had a basic understanding of what Pride might encompass and a small part of her appreciated the low bow he had offered as a peace-making gesture. Obviously he was working hard to compensate for his Brother’s lack of tact. Furious as she was, Lust knew that over time she might grow to respect this infant-like leader, which was indeed saying something for Tiffanie Marquisa had despised children. In the meantime her radiant fury was still very much in control and rather than return the gesture Lust remained standing tall and beautiful as ever. As if by some small gift of compensation, the tiny child did nothing to cause the monster inside her to rear. Though she was now powered by that craving need for sex, it seemed that the Spirits had permitted her a tiny freedom in that only men – adult men – caused her to fill with a sinful fire. Crossing the line would have been fulfilling a different sin entirely. Pride was quite obviously waiting for the lady to leave before exiting himself unlike his decidedly less chivalrous Brother. It was just as well, for though the room had decayed away, this was still her castle and she was still the Queen of it. And of course, she was still ropable. Blood had dried beneath her scarlet fingernails as Lust deliberated. She had already made her decision to join with them but to attend to their will so readily might send the wrong message. Taking another red-eyed glance towards the avaricious man lazing about her corridors was yet another deterrent to travelling so easily with the pair. Fresh inside her was the monster that craved the flesh of men and though he was not the finest figure around she doubted the monster would discriminate based on appearance, class or immortality. Miss Marquisa still flowed strong within her veins however, and a certain sense of pride and power urged Lust to go with the two men to the airport and ultimately America. She would miss her home dearly but an undeniable connection now pulled the Femme Fatale to join her… her… comrades… Reaching out a slender hand, Lust removed the rusted receiver from the half-decomposed telephone that remained at her now rotting desk. Flicking the turn-style about she waited quietly for her call to be answered. It was not long before a deep husky voice answered. “Bonjour?” “Il est moi, Claude. Some urgent buz-i-ness ‘as come up and I will be requiring trois tickets to ze United States aussitôt que.” “United States?” Though it seemed like a question, there was no indication of tone that it was one. Having worked for his mistress for several years, Claude new better than to question the Queen. “Oui, today, as soon as possible. And if you could please stop by ze ‘otel and collect my zings for ze flight.” “Oui Mademoiselle. I shall ‘ave your bags packed and ready at ze airport wiz your tickets.” “Merci, au revoir,” Lust placed the receiver delicately back in place as if the phone was as shiny and expensive as it had always been. She was not quite done. Bending down in a way that seemed to accentuate the voluptuous curving of her body Lust reached out an ivory arm and pulled back a now broken drawer. Laying in wait beneath the rot and grime of the aged oak desk lay what she required. The long leather whip lay untouched and glistening in the base of the drawer. Having been unaware of its presence had obviously prevented Pride from being able to decompose it. Heavy, sharp and with serrated tip, the weapon was incredibly valuable to Lust who removed it carefully. The whip felt warm in her polished hand and she curled it between her fingers. The action was momentarily soothing for Lust who had thus far felt out of her depth and out of control in her surroundings. This was familiar, and this gave her power. Skill in its use had been acquired years ago, but with her newfound powers, who knows how much more useful it was bound to be. Lust smirked darkly. Rising at last and continuing her smirk, the glorious woman walked obediently through the unhinged doors and into the hallway. She had not left Paris – or France for that matter – in all her life, and had never dreamed of doing so. This was her home and where she belonged in the world. But it seemed that her world was shifting, and it was time to step out of the dark and sensual burlesque scene and into a far more sinister and evil place: the rest of the world. Lust followed in silent thought as the three Sins descended back through the Luxe Amour and out into the light of day. 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| Dream | May 23, 2011, 1:03 pm Post #35 |
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Grace sent a glare his way when Wrath laughed. She had a feeling that he was laughing at her. She rolled her eyes. "That remains yet to be seen." she told him. When Wrath turned his attention to the family that was so pressing on Grace's jealousy, and they reacted accordingly, the young woman laughed. She smiled before turning back to Wrath. He placed his arm around her, and she allowed herself to be directed out of the park, and down the street. He removed his arm shortly after, but she stayed close. Grace was no fool, and she realized that trying to get away would be a foolish plan. "I have nothing more then this." she told him, gesturing to herself. She chose to ignore his comment about the butter knife. She knew she could do enough damage with it if she had to. Grace got into the cab, and slid over to make room for Wrath. "What did you mean, Pride would want to see Envy, not Grace? I'm Grace..." she asked once the car began moving. She thought about it for a few minutes afer he had spoken, trying to figure out what he could have meant by it, but she was at a loss. |
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| Blue | May 23, 2011, 1:12 pm Post #36 |
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As they stepped out of the Luxe Amour the Boy-Leader couldn't help but feel the air around him freshen once more, and thanks to the "unique" properties of his suit, there would be no subtle stenches of cigarette smoke or alcohol to be found on him. A good thing in Pride's opinion - if he was to keep up his act, he would certainly have to smell the part while he played it. In his mind, the child replayed recent events and began to piece together a few answers to some questions he'd neglected to ask Lust before they'd left Miss Marquisa's life behind. His first question? It pertained to the whip she'd pulled out of that draw in her desk. The one that had escaped his Decay; even now she carried it in her hand. It drove him to the brink of madness to think that even one thing had been kept out of his power's effect; it made him feel like his abilities had limits. And as the proudest, most arrogant individual in the world, limitation was not an option. As far as he'd seen, that entire room had been in ruin. And yet, there was the proof that claimed otherwise, clutched tightly in his Sister's claws. Another twitch, bigger than those before struck Pride hard as he walked, his head actually jerking slightly. He had to get at that whip; he needed it gone... As the child took another step alongside his Siblings, his eyes flashed violet once again. He didn't even make eye contact, it would've seemed too conspicuous if Dear Lust had seen him destroying her possession. Nevertheless, the boy knew he would get what he wanted. Moment by moment, step by step they walked. About five steps later, Pride couldn't help but notice something wasn't right. Or rather, that something wasn't wrong, which in turn meant that something was indeed wrong. His Sister had made no noise or fuss about anything on her person being damaged or falling apart before her eyes, not even a gasp. With no reaction to go on, and without the sight to prove him wrong, Pride was getting impatient. Surely his powers weren't *this* limited. For the third time that day, he twitched just as violently as the previous time. With any luck though, it had gone unnoticed by his group. Finally, the curiosity got the better of him, and the Boy-Leader turned his eyes to look for any signs of decay anywhere. And much to his undisclosed horror, the sight before him was baffling. There was the whip - right there in her hand - completely unharmed! It was almost unthinkable! Pride searched frantically for any sort of answer in his head, but found nothing... That was until a familiar chorus of voices whispered rather violently inside his mind; "We gave your Brotherhood a strict set of principles to follow, Pride. One of them being that it is strictly forbidden to inflict any kind of harm on your Siblings - direct or indirect! You are NO exception to this rule!" And with that, the voices faded out as quickly as they had come, but not before leaving the Leader with yet another slight headache. Rubbing his temple, Pride took a deep breath and continued on walking as if nothing had happened. It would seem that he was already beginning to question his own roles as a Leader, and how much power he really held, in any aspect at all. 'Well...' he thought. 'There's my first question answered...' Which was obviously just enough of a motivation to bring the next one to mind. There had been quite the fire in his Sister's eyes immediately after her transformation; a fire that stilled burned now - though with slightly less ferocity. They'd been flames of resistance, of disgust. But for a distinct moment, Pride could've sworn he'd seen a fire of a different sort. No doubt the sort that would undoubtedly suit her new namesake. Pride's curiosity had also been sparked in that moment; was it at all possible, being the embodiment of Lust, that she'd have urges towards him..? It was a highly unlikely event, but not entirely impossible. Of course, if ever such a thing came to light, he would do no such thing as encourage. For one, he believed that his Dear Sister should stay just that. HIs Sister. And second; while he was adequately knowledgable about sex, reproduction and all that was encompassed within those acts, he had no such urge to follow these desires. It was nobodies fault, he simply wasn't of an age when things took on a different perspective, so to speak. And the way the Spirits had it, nor would he ever. There was no disappointment found within a loss like that for the boy; he was happy being Leader - whatever that meant now - and concentrating solely on his goals as a Leader. As he answered his own question, Pride felt the headache subside just a little bit. From here, he could already tell that dealing with such a thing like that was going to get old, and get old fast. Suddenly, Greed's car appeared around the corner - and at quick the quick pace. The child could very much tell that Greed had been in a mood ever since he'd received that slap from their Dearest Sister. It hadn't neccesarily been a mood change for the worse, but he couldn't exactly tell whether it had been for the better either. The driver of the vehicle seemed distressed enough - as though his life were on the line, in fact - so the Leader assumed the former was rather likely. As the car pulled, up Pride suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. Regardless of all that had ben thrown at them, and all the questions he'd had answers too, they'd been able to get their target and make it out alive at the same time. No collateral damage whatsoever, minus one room... However, when one of the Luxe Amour's Valets went to open the door for Miss Marquisa and her new 'business partners', one final question struck Pride. There was no twitch this time, just another bout of curiosity. Why is that when I bowed down for her - of my own will - she did not reciprocate the gesture..? |
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| ravenroses | May 24, 2011, 12:16 am Post #37 |
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"You won't be Grace for long," Wrath said, a mean smile on his face. The cab ride was utterly silent otherwise. His mind was too busy mulling over what he was about to do. He needed Envy to take over this teenager's body, her life. He knew exactly where they were heading and hoped everything worked out when they arrived. He just needed them to not be home. Then again, if someone was home, it might have made things more exciting for him to take care of. The taxi pulled up along the curb of a nice, suburban home in middle of nowhere Virginia. Wrath got out and told the driver not to go anywhere until they were ready to leave. He handed him more cash to cement the deal. He then opened Grace's door and pulled her out of the car. "Welcome home, Grace," he said darkly. He kept a grip on her upper arm as he reached back in for his bag. He held that with one hand and pushed Grace toward her childhood home. The sky was getting darker. The streetlights flickered on one at a time but no lights were on inside the Roberts household. He led her to the back of the house. He was hoping there'd be a sliding glass door there and not much else. The spirits were on his side. "Stay still," Wrath growled before releasing her from his grasp. He unzipped the bag he'd been carrying and pulled out his bat. He was finally going to get to use it. In the blink of an eye, he swung the bat and smashed the glass door. He left the bag on the porch steps and reached for the girl again. Wrath used the end of the bat to tap out and shards of glass that had stayed in place and didn't want to allow them inside. He pushed his way in and walked into the kitchen. From the kitchen he moved in the direction of what looked like a living room. He found a light and flicked it on. As luck would have it, family pictures were scattered all over the room. He let go of Grace and began to speak, "What I meant by Pride would want to see Envy is, we don't want you to be Grace anymore. You're true calling in Envy." He spun in a circle and let his bat guide him. It pointed at a picture of her siblings. "Aw, how cute," he said, looking over his shoulder at her. He turned back completely to watch her. He placed the end of the bat on the ground and leaned against the base, "You have the choice, Grace. I can kill you right where you stand before you can even react. I'll leave your body here for your family to find. Maybe they'll cry over you. Maybe they'll feel better knowing your back with them. Or, you can give all that up. You can become my sister." He leaned forward on the bat even more, "I know you agreed to it before, but now you have to feel it." |
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| Avariella | May 24, 2011, 5:34 pm Post #38 |
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Sloth was pleasantly surprised when her sibling sin actually went for the bait. His tone was genuine, at least it was perceived that way, and he was even offering to have her come to his house! This would be easier than she'd anticipated... If she went to his house she could easily get him alone and give him the ultimatum. There was a particular strain of the poison she'd been working on which she had concocted an antidote for. Once she arrived at the man's house she'd find some way to slip the poison into a drink or into the steaks, since she was immune, and wait for it to take effect. It was a fast acting poison which meant Benjamin would start feeling strange just moments after having ingested it. He would be conscious enough to hear what she had to say, but his muscles wouldn't respond leaving him paralyzed in front of her; that would allow her the time she needed to explain about the brotherhood and convince him to join. Well....it was join or die, basically, so she was pretty confident that he'd choose the former option. "That sounds wonderful, actually!" she said finally, realizing she'd been silent this entire time. At first she was afraid he'd hung up since she received silence right after saying it. A nod was given to his affirming question before she delivered an audible answer. "Yes, steaks it is. I haven't had a good steak in...wow... I don't know how long! I hope yours live up to your boasts!" She laughed. "Yeah, dinner would be really nice. I would love to see the city at night. I hear it's beautiful. Alright... Tell me where you live and I'll meet you in... an hour?" |
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| Juicesir | May 24, 2011, 11:37 pm Post #39 |
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Hook, line, and sinker. This dish was his. What a wonderful turn around! And here he was thinking this was gonna be a shitty day. Now it was turning out to be one of the best he could imagine in a long time. Old friends, delicious food, and a treat that would last for a while. "An hour sounds great. I live at 151 Hart Avenue over in Santa Monica, down by the beach front. You can call me if you need directions, but it's pretty easy to find. 5th house down if you're coming off of Nielson." From where he was in Bel Air it'd only take him a quarter of an hour to get back down to the house, which would allow plenty of time to get the steaks out. He was thinking of how he'd flavor them already. Perhaps a rub, or should he marinate them? No, there'd be time for that later. Had to finish this now. "So, I'll see you in an hour then. See you soon." He hung up the phone. He'd sounded genuinely happy because he was genuinely happy. Such a great turn of events! He got up off the couch from beside the boyfriend's corpse. Thankfully he hadn't gotten any blood on him so there wouldn't be any need to change. He took the keys the guy had walked in with and, locking the doors and closing the windows, he swept the area for anything that could be used against him if found. Once his cleanup was finished, which only took a few minutes, he locked the front door behind him and he was off. This was going to be a great night indeed. __________________________________________________________________________ Location: 151 Hart Avenue, Santa Monica, CA Time: 30 Minutes Left Until Meeting The butter swirled around the dish, garlic chunks and powder mixing with the melting sauce. Ben didn't have as much time as he would have liked. To be honest he had wanted to do a full marinade, but his most recent marinade still needed a bit before it would be perfect. Still, he could do a quick garlic sauce like this, and the grill would be fine for the steaks as well. They were tender, and Ben was happy to imagine how well the garlic would go with that quality. Ben had always prided himself on his wine matching skills. He'd taken online sommelier classes just to supplement the ability back in college, and he'd cultured the ability throughout the years. One of his most expensive vices, wine buying had become an obsession back in his early twenties, and he had always sought the finest wines. He went to his wine cabinet and pulled out one of his favorites. A good wine could offset a mediocre meal and turn it into something wonderful. Sure, the steak wouldn't be the best he'd ever cooked, but with the 2006 Alban Estate Syrah it would become something so much more. The bottle was dark with the liquor, and Ben began to get very excited. It'd pair well with the tender dish, and this would certainly enliven the night to a point of matching uniqueness and wonder. __________________________________________________________________________ Time: 5 Minutes Left Until Meeting Garlic fumes wafted throughout the house. The grill was outside cooling, and the dishes were prepared. Ben was busy setting the table. He left the wine in the center of it, between to candles, and had the dishes set on either side. The steaks glistened underneath the light of it, the garlic butter slipping off the sides a little and pooling beneath it. It was soaking in the juices of it, and the smell, along with the far off fragrant hints of the wine, was intoxicating. This was what Ben lived for. This feeling. He was in his domain, his natural calm. Killing, that was fine, and the acquisition of clothes and money for the lifestyle were nice but it was this, the sociality of it, that truly drove him. Good food, good drinks, good friends. It'd been a long time since he had had all three of those together in one place. Sure, he didn't necessarily remember Nicole, but it didn't matter. They had a connection, he could feel it. The long standing urge, the great untouchable itch he could never scratch, was beginning to abate, and for the first time in a very long time he felt close to what could be conceivably be called normal. He sat down at his spot, let the smells of food and wine mix within his nostrils. And as he sat there in the candlelight, he waited for the final part of his perfect evening. Edited by Juicesir, May 24, 2011, 11:38 pm.
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| Dream | May 25, 2011, 2:30 pm Post #40 |
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Grace knew exactly where they were going before they got there. She knew that neighborhood as if it were engrained in her very being. Because, in some ways, it was. It was the one place she never forgot. The one place that gave her such memories...that made her so angry. She would have fought against being brought there, but Wrath's grip was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. That was how she found herself being dragged into the living room. She stood stone-still in the middle of the room, though her eyes followed his every motion. She followed the line of the bat with her eyes, until her gaze landed on the picture. It was from HER birthday, yet, was she in it? No. Her Parents had purposely cut her out of it. Of course he would find that picture. Her gaze then drifted over to a family picture, but she barely even saw it. Grace suddenly dropped to her knees in the middle of the room. She would have asked what was going on, but there were more important things on her mind. The longing for those things that were so unfairly taken from her was growing stronger, threatening to break free. She reached a shaking hand out to the picture, and clutched it tightly in her fist. She then bent the metal and glass, slowly causing it to crack and bend before snapping in half. She took out the now tattered picture, and tore it into multiple small pieces. As if in a dream, the young woman looked up. To say that she was completely Grace would be a lie, yet to say she was completely Envy would also be a lie. She was somewhere in the middle, the two spirits fighting for dominance. For all she desired in life, there was also a part of Grace that didn't want to give up the small things. It didn't take long, however, for Envy to take over, destroying all sign of Grace in the process. Lifted by a sudden breeze that didn't seem to belong, the young woman stood. Standing there was a young woman who knew exactly what she wanted: what everyone else had. She looked around, and then spotted Wrath. "Why hello there, Brother" she said with a smile. Blonde and black hair swaying slightly with the breeze, Envy looked around at the house. "Such a pretty place." she said with an evil grin. "Such a shame that we cannot keep it...isn't it?" she said with genuine sadness. She did like the house. "Well, if I can't have it. Nobody can." she said. There was a shimmer in her eyes that wasn't there before. She was going to destroy the house, making sure that nobody else could ever have it. It was hers, and it would stay that way. At the last minute, she realized that she should probably ask Wrath first. Not that she needed his permission, but it would probably be smart. "Do you mind if i leave them a little...present?" she asked. |
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| ravenroses | May 25, 2011, 10:27 pm Post #41 |
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Wrath smiled at Grace’s reaction. He had hoped her envious side would show through. He moved out of her way when she grabbed the picture. Swinging the bat up to rest against his shoulder, he watched her every move. The transformation was complete and his job was done. “Hello, sister,” he replied to her greeting. He watched her move about the room, taking in details of the house. Deep down, she already knew all the details but with new eyes, it was a different experience entirely. He shrugged when she asked about keeping the house. A house was a house to him. They had a place to stay in the Void and that was good enough for him. “It’s your house,” he said, “Do what you will. I’ll be out front.” Wrath left the living room and went out through the shattered back door. He found the bag he dropped on the lawn and shoved his bat back inside. He then zipped it up and flung it over his shoulder. On his way to the front yard, he dug into his pockets. He pulled out the wad of cash that he had brought with him for this trip. He began to thumb through the bills, trying to find an appropriate amount for the driver. He approached the driver’s window and tapped on the glass. “We’ll be leaving once the girl comes back out,” he said. He pulled out a couple hundreds, “I believe you can keep a secret and drive us to the airport without any trouble, correct?” His eyes flashed red again as he smiled at the man. It crossed Wrath’s mind to kill the guy and take the car. He even thought of just messing with him with his abilities. If he didn’t accept the money, he probably would have done that and abandoned the car later. For now, though, he didn’t want to drive to the airport in an area he knew nothing about. The driver swallowed hard and accepted the extra money. It was clear he was nervous. Wrath laughed out loud at the man’s reaction. Then he opened the back door, threw his bag in and left it open. He leaned against the side of the cab and watched the house. He wanted to see what Envy would do to the old place. There were a lot of options for what she could do and he wanted to see her choice. |
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| psy | May 26, 2011, 6:16 am Post #42 |
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Greed As the three of them made their way back down the stairs and through the lobby of the Luxe Amour Greed felt, for the first time that day, completely calm and without a hint of irritation behind his usually terribly ravenous, wanting eyes. He lead the way down the stairs, not particularly caring if his brother and newly reborn sister were following him at all. With his mind's desires sated for the time being he looked different, uneasily different. At that point he had become a pinnacle of stoic apathy. Those employees in the main room of the burlesque house would look at him with the same strange, enquiring gaze as they did when he incapacitated the bartender with a look. Yet rather than regard them with the cruelly knowing smile that betrayed his sinister intentions he looked past them, indeed looked past everyone, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. And that was exactly the case, his mind was revelling in its own success, caring not to revert to its normal state by looking upon others that would torment it. Even in the car this calm indifference carried on. Greed simply appeared to not care about anything currently. He got into the car he had virtually demanded by threat of his name and his history without sparing a word for the driver, nor the Luxe Amour's valet who chivalrously opened the door for Miss Marquisa and her new business partners. The entire ride to the airport brought not a single remark from the normally talkative Greed. In fact, the entire way he stared out the window with a pleasant smile apparently permanently affixed to his face. The driver and his partner in the passenger seat looked back at those they were driving and wondered for a brief moment why their boss was so afraid of this man. He looked to be a simple business man with his head in the clouds. Yet at the same time the man, Greed, had a history of causing chaos wherever he happened to be. At the same time they wondered how a man could look so cheerful with such a wild gash across his face. The two men in the front of the car felt a slight shiver as they imagined how painful taking such a wound must have been. Surely the one who did that met a gruesome fate if the rumours they heard about this Mr. Ward were true. But they were certainly not about to ask. Soon enough the car found itself parked in front of the airport and before the man in the passenger's seat could open the door Greed had pushed it open and stood before the airport they had arrived at not long ago. This time with a new companion and a bit of dried blood on his suit. A minimal loss for the success he and Pride had achieved in such a short time. Greed's care for the situation returned briefly and as a result he turned to face both the driver and his partner, showing the same smile he had throughout the entire drive. In that same brief moment the two of them felt a bit of sweat roll down their necks. What did he want with them? “Give my regards to Monsieur Pierre when you return, he has been most helpful albeit a bit slow to respond at first. I'll be sure to contact the company next time I need a lift through Paris.” Greed said in a way that sounded both thankful and threatening. The two men nodded in response and returned to their seats, driving off only when all three of their passengers had left the vehicle. With their drivers released from their responsibilities Greed spared not a moment longer in entering the airport that towered before him. As was to be expected of an international airport. The building was as crowded as when they arrived, with people shuffling about trying to get to their flights. Men and women in official looking garments spoke in various different languages into small cellphones or at aids. It was chaotic, just how he liked it. And in his current state, the mindless chatter did nothing to push him back into the constant search for information. The man who approached him as he made his way into the airport lobby on the other hand did have that sort of power, though he did not know it himself. This man, who dared interrupt Greed's peace was none other than the CEO of Imperial Energy, a petroleum company that held a strong international influence, Gerard St. Clair. A man who until only months ago had strong business ties with Alexander Ward, or rather Alexander held a large percentage of the shares in Imperial Energy. “Mister Ward!” he shouted with an irritating level of glee, “I'm so happy to see you. Why didn't you tell me you were visiting Paris?” The man approached Greed and they engaged in a gentlemanly handshake despite the current animosity between them. Despite the good behaviour from the both of them the hatred from Gerard and irritation from Greed permeated the air around them. “If I were to tell everyone where I was visiting all the time I probably wouldn't be here any more, Gerard, you know that.” Greed responded, his forced sinister smirk returning to its rightful place. “That throbbing gash on your face tells me you ran into some trouble regardless of your secretive nature.” “A street cat thought a bit too highly of itself, that's all. That seems to be a common trait for creatures down on their luck these days.” “How true that--” “In fact, I wish some of those creatures would find a quiet hole to crawl into and die. By the way, Gerard, how has business been treating your company these days? I heard this awful rumour about a few eastern countries banning your operations on account of poor business practices.” “Well you know what they say about rumours.” “I'm afraid I don't. I do, however, know about a new oil patch said to be worth trillions. Plenty of space for digging holes.” Greed concluded ruthlessly before smiling genuinely at Gerard and then made his way back to Lust and Pride. His terribly happy mood having disappeared completely only to be replaced by his normal, forced cheer. |
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| Dream | May 30, 2011, 2:28 am Post #43 |
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At her Brother's words, Envy smiled. It was the kind of smile that would surely worry anyone who knew her, and those who didn't even more. She waited until he had left the building before going about her work. She moved through the house quickly, her hands knowing where everything was, even if she didn't. It didn't take her long to gather everything she would need. It would be a fun night. She sat in the living room for a moment longer, going through the entire plan in her head to be sure she was forgetting nothing. She couldn't risk forgetting a single step. She had a reputation to keep, after all. She WAS the best at this sort of thing. Having set everything she needed in small piles, she went about executing her master plan. Her plan was not an overly complicated one, but it was a fun one. It was your typical four step plan. Step 1: Make sure the humans weren't going anywhere. That was probably the easiest part of the plan, but also the most faulty. She had to be absolutely sure that they wouldn't be able to move until it was far too late. Her solution for that? A combination of duct tape, and electrical tape, a few pieces of wood, as well as a few nails and screws. She looked at the first pile of supplies, and smiled. Everything was there. She picked up the pile, and headed up the stairs. First stop, her human brother's room. He was the only child left in the house, an unfortunate fact, in her mind. She taped his mouth shut, making sure that there was no way he could talk. She then taped the pieces of wood to his bed, one under each hand, and one under his crossed feet. She nailed his feet and hands to the pieces of wood, and then taped his arms and legs to the bed. She then proceeded to do the same with both her mother and step father. Step 2: build the weapon of mass destruction This step was much more complicated, yet much less time consuming. Fortunately for her, and probably unfortunately for everyone else, while she was shut up in the crazy place, she met some interesting people. One of whom happened to know how to make a bomb using just about anything you could think of. Having been tought by the girl (who had happened to be Grace's roommate), Envy knew exactly what she was doing. Step 3: set the weapon Envy held the finished bomb in her hands carefully, not wanting to set it off prematurely. She walked over to the oven, and placed the bomb on the stove. The materials she had made it out of were sure to dissolve completely in the fire. In theory, it would all look like some big cooking accident. Step 4: go hot, and run like hell. And that is exactly what Envy did. After she set the bomb, she ran as fast as her legs would take her. It wasn't until she was safely in the car that she remembered to breathe. Envy crawled into the back seat of the car beside Wrath, and gave him a smile. "We might want to get out of here. We have about.." she glanced at her watch, "Ten seconds before things get nasty." she said. She began a countdown in her mind as the driver started the car, and began to drive away. They had gotten two houses down the street when "...two...one..." she counted down. She then smiled as the surefire BOOM echoed through the air, the fire already beginning to grow. "Now that that's done, we can go meet the others." she told Wrath, momentarily satisfied. |
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| Scarecrow | May 30, 2011, 3:34 am Post #44 |
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Scarecrow landed at his safe house in down-town London. It was a well known fact amongst those who wished to stay hidden, that neighbours always avoided the person who lived in the cheapest house in the street. Ergo if you buy the cheapest house in the street people will go out of their way to ignore you. Of course, Scarecrow could have gone for the extravagant mansions or castles that some of his brethren had gone for but it just screamed important person. He preferred the shadows and obscurity that anonymity provided. Opening the door to his safe house was something that could only be done by a demon, or someone that had been given permission to enter. This precaution was merely so Scarecrow would have no unwanted visitors, human or otherwise. He was performing his part in the mission as required but he had plans for much greater things and it simply would not do for anybody to get even a hint of them. As he entered the house Scarecrow breathed deeply. He inhaled the fumes of a wood fire that was burning eternally, ‘what a beautiful smell, there was nothing quite like it’ smiled Scarecrow. As expected the next step of the plan had been left for him to read and execute. In a bizarre twist his bosses had decided that leaving a phone message would be the best way to do it, that way no suspicion would be raised about a house that received no mail or calls. Occasionally they sent him an envelope, blank of course, but it was all part of the extensive plan to keep him hidden. Scarecrow felt that the letters were overkill and to leave letters or phone messages was just asking for him to be found out, but still, they were in charge not him. However like the demons in charge, the method of communication would be something that changed soon when his plan came to fruition. Pressing the button a stupid voice said, "You have one new message. Message received today at, 10:53am...” Scarecrow listened intently to the details of the message and sighed as it ended. He was due to fly to New York. Apparently his plan had changed slightly. He still had to kill innocents, but it was part of a plan to bring down a group of ‘people’ could the Brotherhood. Scarecrow smiled, it would be fun to finally have some form of opposition, but first he needed to recruit an ally for his own plan, and he knew exactly where to find her. |
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| Jei Ai | May 31, 2011, 4:46 am Post #45 |
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This was not her world. Rubbing at her temple Lust glanced about the Airport as she entered with her new comrades. Having never left Paris before – let alone France – as Miss Tiffanie Marquisa, the place was entirely foreign to her. And yet she did not need to know much to tell that she didn’t quite fit in here. The world of the day-dwellers was a drab and dreary place, with suited-up business men rushing about, and overly-groomed flight attendants plastering smiles on their make-up thick faces to greet sweaty families, cheesy newlyweds, and perhaps worst of all screaming children. Pulling tight her stomach muscles, Lust felt homesick already without having yet left home. Greatly gruesome Greed had been snared up by one of the many oily business men that prowled the International lounge, while the pretentious puny Pride remained at her hip. Being only a child would restrict the boy greatly in this domain, and Lust found it both irritating and amusing that he would need to remain by her side simply to get around. “Mademoiselle Marquisa?” A deep and heavily accented voice called from a nearby lounge. Looking up, Lust saw Claude, her faithful driver, standing guardedly over her requested luggage and holding in his hand three tickets. He seemed confused by Pride, but did not dare question her. Sauntering over on long legs, Lust nodded graciously as she approached her driver. “Zank you Claude. Did you zink to bring my coat?” “Of course, Madame,” reaching around to the chair he had stood by, Claude lifted a thick black coat made entirely of fur with a scarlet silk lining. It was not exactly inconspicuous but her current lacy ensemble was certainly guaranteed to draw more notice. Slipping into her coat and hugging it to herself for a moment, Lust gave a tiny smile. “Zank you, what would I do wizout you?” Looking down she took the tickets from Claude and delicately handled them in her polished fingers. He then offered her the luggage – gold embroidered on black – and a tiny smirk caught her lips. “Oh, ’ow rude of me. Zis iz my nephew, Morris” Lust raised a hand to Pride and held back her snickering. “I am taking ‘im ‘ome for my dear step sister, who zent ‘im ‘ere to learn zome respect for adults.” Gesturing to the bag, she completed her little torment. “I am sure ‘e will carry ze bag for me, won’t you Morris?” Her smile tugged up her cheek in a sinister fashion. Embracing Claude would not have been a good idea. Instead Lust reached out and petted his shoulder, not realising how much she would miss her faithful companion and the world she belonged within. “I will be gone for zome time, Claude. I will ‘ave my cell, and will contact you if need be,” It was not an affectionate farewell, but Claude and Tiffanie had always maintained a strictly business relationship, despite the seeming impossibility of it. The driver appreciated her words nonetheless, and broke the long silence that followed first. “Aurevoir, Madame. Safe flight.” “Aurevoir, Claude.” She knew she would likely never see him again, and for some reason she felt Claude had known that already. Watching as he walked away filled her with strange emotions that were quickly drowned out by her hunger for man flesh. Her eyes did not well up with tears, and her brow did not furrow. But she did offer Pride a bite without even meeting his eye, her voice startlingly cold despite the searing heat of her Sin. “I ‘ope you know you are dragging me away from my only family. Zis new one you speak of ‘ad better be worth my time.” Greed returned looking almost as irritable as Lust felt, which did help to perk her up slightly. Holding up the three first-class tickets, she offered them around to her companions without expecting any thanks. “I am unsure ‘ow you got into my country. But I am sure it will not work quite so well zis time. Your story will need to include moi.” The shadow of a smile lingered on her lips as she concocted away inside her twisted sinner’s mind. Lust walked forward with the assumption the two would follow somewhat, and approached customs. Waiting for them behind a counter was a black-clad officer and a wheezing computer, and neither appeared particularly inviting. Sliding her coat just off her shoulders and reaching back, Lust groped for Greed’s arm and pulled him forward as they reached the counter, wrapping herself around him and smiling coyly at the officer. “Bonjour Monsieur,” The officer’s expression changed dramatically at the sight of her. Without tact, his eyes lingered on her breasts before exploring her neck and down her arms to where Greed was being coddled. “B-Bonjour, Mademoiselle,” he reached out tentatively for their passports. “Your plans for travelling…?” Lust smiled and leaned her head in against Greed’s chest. “My gorgeous ‘usband and I are taking our son on ‘oliday,” This time it was Pride she pulled into the spotlight, ruffling his impeccable hair playfully. “Universal Studios and what ‘ave you.” She slid her hand along Greed’s side, tickling him lightly before offering her own passport with theirs. The officer nodded, swallowing hard and averting his eyes. Stamping each passport in succession, he spent almost too much time comparing Lust’s photo with the reality that hung off Greed. Taking and weighing her luggage, he handed back their passports. “Enjoy your ‘oliday, Madame, Monsieur, Meisonfonte.” Once through customs Lust pulled herself off Greed and tugged up her coat. It had not been entirely unenjoyable to press her body against a man, but she had respect enough to draw herself away. Her sin was indeed a vile monster to wrestle if it was making her hot at the idea of Greed. Once through customs the journey was easy enough. More than happy to take a back seat to Pride’s leadership, Lust hung back and allowed the boy to lead them to gate 27 as a form of penance for her earlier cruelty. Not that she was sorry for her fun, but she still felt that innate respect for the Sinful Leader that caused her to remain cautious of him. There were no long waits, no delays and no hassles as they boarded and seated themselves on the plane; it was almost too simple a trip considering the magnitude of their purpose. A certain grace had placed Greed and Pride next to each other and Lust by a complete stranger at the window. 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| Avariella | June 2, 2011, 8:40 am Post #46 |
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Sloth grinned against the phone, feeling satisfaction surge through her like a delicious wave of adrenaline before the start of a fight. Oh, if only this man knew who she was and the surprise that was in store for him when she finally arrived at his apartment. “151 Hart Avenue down by the beach front. Alright!” She wouldn’t need directions since Hart Avenue was right down the street from the hotel she’d been staying in. It would be a piece of cake to find his house. “5th. House. Down. “ she said, acting like she was writing it down. Despite her being lazy, Sloth was actually very skilled at remembering specifics, surprising people with the information that spewed from her lips sometimes. “See you in an hour!” she said before he hung up. The call was ended and the trap was sprung. Unfortunately, Sloth couldn’t see the irony in this situation… They were both setting traps for each other that went right along with what their sins were. While Gluttony wouldn’t eat her, he would definitely entertain the idea she imagined. No, Sloth was oblivious. All she was expecting was a steak dinner and the free chance to poison him and offer him the choice of the antidote and joining the brotherhood or dying. Everyone always picked the former. An hour later she was at his door, smoothing the black skirt she was wearing to make sure it was free of wrinkles. A quick check was performed in a compact mirror before she knocked on the door, hitching her shoulder bag a little further onto her shoulder. Shaking her head, she flipped wavy, brunette tresses over her shoulders, baring the fair, but enticing flesh near her collarbone , spanning down the V that her red, corseted top created. She worked to make her expression one of nervousness and uncertainty, but excitement as well, making sure this is what he saw when he peeked through the peephole. A clenched hand rose to rap on the door three times, heels bouncing as she dropped her hand and waited for him to answer the door. |
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| Juicesir | June 2, 2011, 9:20 am Post #47 |
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Three knocks. Ben sighed a sigh of satisfaction and anticipation. To be completely honest, he was vaguely nervous. This would be the first of what could be called a civil encounter in a long while. As Ben made his way to the door, he almost skipped with excitement. A certain pop had entered his skip. He was excited and bubbling with barely restrained energy. No eating her, he said to himself, at least, not yet. Ben reached the door and peered through the peephole. She was a brunette with fair skin and soft features. Ben leaned his head back from the peephole, taking a moment to breathe in and out a bit. He had to be completely in control for this, he had to seem normal, at ease. He tried to recall the carefree attitude he'd held only just years ago, but try as he might to truly relax, he was very much on edge. Calm down, open the door, and enjoy the night. Ben looked once more through the peephole. She was definitely cute, and her top was more than revealing, it was a bit inviting. A step back, one final deep breathe and Ben opened the door. Smile, relax, enjoy. "Hey, glad you could make it." He tried to keep his voice as congenial as possible. He didn't fully remember her, but he had to be good about this first impression. "Come in, come in. Dinner's prepared, and I've got a little wine. I mean, if you drink." Ben turned to her, a playfully inquisitorial look upon his face. "You do drink right?" He led her to his well furnished dining room. The wood table was set, and the steaks and vegetables were out at both of their spots, their seats at opposite but not far away ends. Ben was on a roll, and he could feel the awkwardness begin to ebb away as he sank back into the role of the easy goer. He decided to pull the gentleman card and pull out her seat for her. He'd need all of his charm if he ever wanted to see this girl again, or even to see her to the end of the night. That same easy smile again came to his face as he let her sit. "I hope you like steak. I get the beef from a friend of mine at the farmer's market. And the wine," he got up and took to pouring the wine in each of their glasses, "I got on a recommendation from that same friend. He's not much of a wine connoisseur, but I have to admit, he did right with this one." He twisted the bottle up and away from his glass to catch any stray drops, looking across to her with a contented smile. With the candlelight hitting her face that way, her features became even softer. Ben found himself having a difficult time separating his two desires, and decided to remove himself momentarily from the temptation of having to decide how the night should end up. He set the wine bottle once again in the center of the table. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to use the restroom, and then we can begin." The same smile, faltering only a little, and Ben turned. Once in the restroom Ben closed the door and splashed a bit of cold water on his face. She was more than he could have hoped for. Inside, he struggled with a simple conundrum: to kill or keep. Did normal people have these issues? A few more splashes and he was feeling better. He took a look in the mirror. It had been a while since he had actually looked at himself. He wasn't happy, not really. He took a moment to examine his face, his hair, his features. Why was it so hard to smile? The man looking back at him wasn't the person he'd known. This wasn't Ben, it was some beast. Fourteen dead and eaten; this was the number of this beast. This consumption had taken more than just the flesh of others, Ben could feel that. Ben shook his head. He didn't feel right, but this was not the time to grapple with this. He just needed to get back out there, eat some food, drink some wine, and maybe, just maybe, try for once to have an actual relationship with a girl before he made up his mind on whether to eat her or not. She seemed nice enough. He should at least give her that chance. Wiping off the water, he exited and went back into the dining room. "Now," he seated himself at his end, "let's start, shall we?" Edited by Juicesir, June 2, 2011, 9:37 am.
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| Blue | June 2, 2011, 11:48 pm Post #48 |
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As they continued through the airport, Pride was still in a horrible mood. In such a place as an airport, he would once again need to play the part of the child – one of the things he hated most in the world. It had been fine when he’d been a *real* child, since he’d had the comfort of knowing one day he’d stand taller, older and more powerful in his stature. But rather than lament what he’d lost, now the boy tried to think about what he’d gain in return for it. Lust’s driver caught their attention as they walked, and handed them their tickets, all the while eyeing the boy, confused. The staring was not helping his mood. And neither would what happened next. “Oh, ’ow rude of me. Zis iz my nephew, Morris. I am taking ‘im ‘ome for my dear step sister, who zent ‘im ‘ere to learn zome respect for adults.” His new sister pointed to her bags, a smirk on her face. “I am sure ‘e will carry ze bag for me, won’t you Morris?” Had he not have needed to keep up a charade, Pride certainly would ended someone right then and there. It didn’t matter who, the sudden surge of anger was animalistic, barely able to be contained whilst keeping a straight face. “Yes, Aunt Tiffanie.” Pride said, clearing his throat and inhaling deeply through his nose as he picked up the bags and began to carry them off. She is still young. You know that she’ll learn eventually. he thought to himself, trying rather hard to convince. As Lust caught up with him and breathed her cold words of warning, the Leader remained entirely silent, so not as to do something he’d probably regret. Surprisingly enough, the surprise he’d felt back in her room when she’d used that same icy tone was no longer there. It was like he’d accepted that his Sister was going to be like this for a while, and she’d just have to learn to adapt. And if she couldn’t? Well... They’d cross that bridge when they came to it. As the tickets were distributed, his sibling spoke again and basically gave her own orders. That’s what it seemed like to Pride in any case, and he could feel the surge of anger beginning to make a return. His violet eyes glared as she suddenly walked away, but they withheld the power inside, careful not to make a bigger mistake than she was making. It was only going to get worse from there... Customs. “Wonderful.” Whispered Pride, poison in his tone. Lust gave them all a story of picturesque perfection, a family holiday with wife, husband and child; the idea made the Leader sick. He’d never gone on holidays while he’d been human; never saw the interest in it. Hard work and study were what kept him going – it’d been his way of life. Suddenly, a hand touched his head and scrambled his thoughts. What was worse was the fact that it continued moving while it was there, destroying the immaculate hair that he worked so hard to maintain everyday. Sickly bile began to rise in his throat, and Pride nearly burst into a rage then and there. As the officer took the luggage, it took all of the child’s strength not to destroy it all. And then the word struck him like a brick; “Meisonfonte.” As soon as they were allowed clearance, Pride took off ahead towards gate 27 without another word to either of his travelling companions. While surprised at his own self control, the child knew that even he had limits in that regard. And if that limit could have been compared to a cliff, then he was teetering dangerously over the edge and if one more person pushed him, he was gone. His pride had taken way too many shots today, some of them out of courtesy for his sister. But now, he’d been pushed too far. Shutting out the world, Pride walked onto the plane and was shown his seat. Thankfully for the flight attendant’s sake, she knew better than to mess with a child who looked like they were about to have any kind of tantrum, especially if it was under the fact that a lot of children didn’t like being acknowledged as children. A rather smart move on the attendant’s part; it had actually saved her life. Soon enough, Greed and Lust entered the aircraft as well and were shown to their seats. As Greed sat down next to him, Pride could only utter one, quiet word. A word that by all means should’ve been taken as a warning. “Don’t.” |
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| Avariella | June 5, 2011, 4:04 pm Post #49 |
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Sloth conveyed a nervous and unsure expression the entire time she stood in front of the man’s door. There was a peephole which meant he could see her and she couldn’t afford to let her façade slip for ever a second; if she did it would ruin everything. As soon as the door opened she smiled and peeked her head in, still wearing that uncertain countenance. “Wine sounds lovely. Wow, Ben, you haven’t changed a bit! You know… this is going to sound so cheesy, but… I had a crush on you in high school. I was one of the nerdy girls and was always afraid to talk to you.” A blush rose to her cheeks, brought there by her ability to manipulate the water in her blood. She could only do little things like make an area redder or make her skin look a little more alive, but it served her well regardless. “You’re still quite cute,” she admitted, smiling bashfully as she walked past him. She followed him into the diningroom and settled into the seat he held out for her, smiling gratefully before pushing it in and watching him pour the wine. "It all looks simply divine. I have never seen steak cooked this expertly." She had to admit, the steak -did- look wonderful. It wasn't charred at all and was quite soft, but still cooked thoroughly. "You did an amazing job, Ben," she complimented, ready to start. An eyebrow rose in surprise when he suddenly excused himself, but inwardly she was cheering. This would give her the perfect opportunity to poison the meat and complete her quest. Fate was definitely smiling on her today it seemed. "Of course. Take your time," she said smiling again, not touching her food yet. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she would eat to keep up the charade. "I'll wait until you're back so we can enjoy this wonderful steak together." Hazel pools followed his retreating form until it disappeared behind the bathroom door. "Perfect," she whispered, grinning like a cheshire cat as she closed her eyes and pressed a finger into her own steak, infecting it. She needed to poison both just in case. The liquid seeped from her finger, odorless and tasteless, and infused the meat. Standing from her seat she walked over to his steak and repeated the process, licking her finger of the steak juices directly after. By the time he'd exited the bathroom she was sitting back in her seat with that same smile and him none the wiser to what was going to happen. "Yes, let's," she said happily, cutting into her steak. The poison would do nothing to her since it was a chemical produced by her own body composition, but it would definitely effect Ben. At first it would be a bit of dizziness, something he could easily wave off as a random occurrence. Then, it would develop into nausea, his skin getting cold and clammy like he was suddenly struck with an intense fever. His equilibrium would be shot. If he stood up, he'd find it difficult to stand and would suddenly collapse. If he remained sitting, he would start suffering extreme dry heaves. Whatever he chose, the poison would quickly start surging through his veins, clotting blood wherever it flowed turning his veins green. It was fast acting and potent. That same, kind smile remained on her lips throughout the onslaught. "Oh dear, Ben... You don't look so well..." Then, that smile turned into a grin. "My name's not Nicole, it's Sloth. Well, that's not my real name, but it might as well be. I belong to an elite brotherhood of people that represent the sins. I was sent here to recruit you. What is happening to you now is the effect of the poison I infected your steak with. Your bathroom break gave me the perfect opportunity." Her smile turned darker. "Now, my dear brother, you have a choice. You can let the poison kill you or you can accept the recruitment and I can cure you. The choice is yours." |
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| ravenroses | June 5, 2011, 6:19 pm Post #50 |
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Wrath climbed into the cab when he saw Envy leave the house. She seemed happy, like the cat who got the mouse. He couldn't help but smile back. He pointed straight ahead and the driver stepped on the gas pedal as soon as Envy closed the door. They were a few blocks away when the street shook. "An explosion, eh? I had a feeling that's what you'd do," he said glancing out the back window. The sky was orange and the flames leaped up and over the other houses. In the distance, Wrath could hear the sirens blaring on trucks and police cars. He leaned forward and spoke to the driver, "Try to avoid them if you can. We want to get to the airport before our flight takes off." The driver nodded and swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. He leaned back in his seat again and looked out the side window. He saw a few police cars on another block. He laughed softly to himself. They made it to the airport. He rushed inside to check the boards. He hated waiting in the airport for a flight; he wanted to be on one as soon as possible. There was a flight boarding in fifteen minutes. Wrath went to the desk. He wound up cutting someone in line who protested loudly. He glared back, eyes flashing red, and the person was silent. The desk clerk had a look of uncertainty on her face but she gave him a smile anyway and went through the motions. "Two tickets to South Dakota," he said. She began typing and pulled up two, "I have some for the later flight." He shook his head, the heat slowly pooling inside of him. He shook his head, "No. I need two for the plane that's boarding soon." She shook her head, "I'm sorry. There's only room for one on that flight." Wrath put a hand to his forehead and tried to calm his breathing. He reached over and grabbed for Envy's hand. He pulled her closer to him. It kept him grounded for a moment. He tried again, "Bump somebody then. We need this flight now." He was practically talking through gritted teeth. His shadow began to waver under him and with Envy standing nearby, her's shook too. The woman looked at the counter where Wrath's arm was on the counter. She saw the moving shadow and closed her eyes a moment before slowly opening them. She still noticed the quivering shadows, they seemed closer now. They were slowly seeping over the counter top toward her computer. She began typing quickly. Her voice sounded shaky when she spoke, "Okay. Here are two tickets for this flight. They board at gate 10, to the left. You can go on in five minutes." Wrath took his hand out of Envy's and took the tickets. "Thank you," he said, and the shadows quickly pulled back to their normal shape and size. He looked to his sister, "Let's go." |
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