Øutlaw
Senior Member
Bloodspeaker Mercenary
"Quoth the raven, nevermore.."
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Post by Øutlaw on Nov 14, 2004 21:20:41 GMT -5
((I was in a cage above you guys.  ;; But, I guess I could play along.)) Kahn had been released from the cage, and before he knew it had shackles clasped around either arm, with chain connected to the wall. He widened his jaw, as ivories (teeth) elongated, from the gums; all the while watching Prisma from afar. Watching this, would hurt him more than a rusty cleaver to his chest... |
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Post by Cassinda "The Dove" on Nov 14, 2004 21:21:16 GMT -5
((d**n... everyone does really hate LIF...))
Cassinda lays in her room, eatting another very well cooked spider. She prefers the raw, uncooked kind of bugs but hell, beggars cant be choosers. The cicadas should be coming out again. She shudders and smiles. Dipped in honey mustard sauce, they dont taste as bad as everyone says. Its the sound that throws them off. It makes her think. She is a lot like Dante. They both had to watch their family members die slowly. They both travelled alone and lived through hard-ships, yearning for love. They eat the strangest things... hm being human flesh and her anything that isnt human. They both were under the impression that one didnt love the other. Well d**nit, she would cure that. And if she was rejected, she would be crushed again, but to hell with it. Rejection is her life anyways...
She throws the rest of the spider out the window and starts to pick out her outfit. Even if he did reject her, she had to look good atleast. Garters, stocking, shoes, a dress... better yet, red dress!
Cassinda doesn't know if it is the fact that she is going to look Dante in the face again or if she is just giddy period that feeds her sudden happiness... maybe she should go see Yuber. Something might be wrong with her... but after this of course.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Nov 14, 2004 21:23:44 GMT -5
"NO!" I say without thinking. "Sorry. I mean I don't want to. One of the things he likes about me is my loyalty..." Yet I am finding myself inching closer to this man... "But lately he's been so distracted... And after my birthday..." I sigh.
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Post by Illidan on Nov 14, 2004 21:24:29 GMT -5
((sorry my mistake, I wasn't paying close enough attention to the details of your confinement. Kaieka is getting offline so Prisma's torture will have to wait unless another torturer comes by and wants to pick it up.))
Illidan can see that Outlaw is very angered by watching the torture.
"Come now Kahn, you serve the greatness of Red Infinity. You are a Bloodspeaker. This girl is nothing but a rebel. She is a waste of flesh."
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Post by Xavier Jaures on Nov 14, 2004 21:25:53 GMT -5
"I can help you forget the ache of your longing. All that you want and can not have..." He smirks as he leans over and kisses her deeply.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Nov 14, 2004 21:27:07 GMT -5
I don't resist him, in fact I kiss him back just as deeply. He is so similar to Bassarov, is it possible that he could take his place?
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Post by Xavier Jaures on Nov 14, 2004 21:28:20 GMT -5
Without hesitation, he runs his hands up her body as he deepens the kiss.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Nov 14, 2004 21:30:24 GMT -5
When he touches me I shudder. What am I doing? This is wrong, Stop d**n it!!! I push him away and jump up. "I've got to go... Bye." I quickly walk out of the building. Once outside I let loose and begin to cry as I walk into an alley. There I sit with my back to a wall and continue to cry as I consider what I was about to do...
(OOC g2g, cya tommorow, however briefly...)
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Post by Xavier Jaures on Nov 14, 2004 21:32:04 GMT -5
"No loss, the day is still young." Xavier leaves his apartment and returns to the French Nationalist HQ to see if they need any help with anything.
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Øutlaw
Senior Member
Bloodspeaker Mercenary
"Quoth the raven, nevermore.."
Posts: 73
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Post by Øutlaw on Nov 14, 2004 21:33:25 GMT -5
Kahn's eyes burned a scarlet red, letting off a deep crimson glow hover infront of both eyes, as he glared up to Illidan now. "..To you, maybe. But I've never felt in such a way.. ever. I can't just, let it go."
For the longest time, Kahn had just been a perverted wanderer, whome flirted with women for fun, and each and every time got slapped in the face. He'd always laugh afterwards. But this time, he felt something come back from her. It was hard for him to express; this being a new feeling.
'..Why am I feeling this way? I'm a hired mercenary, I can't let petty emotions get in the way of things!' He had thought that evening, when in the dining room with Eliza, Lisa and the annoying one..He'd already forgotten his name.
((Don't even know if this post is going to make much sense. Oh well. Not really thinking right now, lol. ))
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Post by Illidan on Nov 14, 2004 21:41:07 GMT -5
"Well Kahn, maybe after a torturing session or two she will join Red Infinity and you two can live happily ever after."
Illidan is feeling more empowered by this. He has never felt so...so evil or cruel in his life. He likes it. He likes not having to be the silly little elf that everyone underestimates.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Nov 14, 2004 21:42:03 GMT -5
Karina walk into the French Nationalist HQ and walks to the nearest young man.
Bonjour. Mon nom est Karina. Je suis intrested en parlant au chef. Êtes-vous le chef?
She smiles brightly at the man and holds her head high. She holds her last name, seeing as being Bassarov's sister always seems to get her throw into jail.
((A post to Xavier))
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Post by Allen on Nov 14, 2004 21:43:36 GMT -5
((Um, i dont know what happened. Oogie was torturing all three of them))
I reach the bottom of the stairs and see a large green sack of something moving around, its stench was enough to stop my in my tracks. I put the illusion of a younger man over me as i step forward. "come now, dont take all of the fun. there are other torturers who want to have a go at these three....". i walk over to the one known as meg and lick my lips. "if you dont mind, i think i'll have my way with this one... abit young, but i'll be sure to pu ther in her place". *yea.... right on the outside, free, where she belongs...*
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Post by Xavier Jaures on Nov 14, 2004 21:50:31 GMT -5
"No I am not, you will have to speak with Phillipe. My name is Xavier. I assume then you are related to Valodya Bassarov."
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Nov 14, 2004 21:53:12 GMT -5
Karina's smile falters for a minute. She lets the french drop since she doesnt like the lanugage anyways. It sounds prissy anyways...
Why do you say such a thing?
She lets her Russian accent come out. It is more natural anyways.
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;; But, I guess I could play along.))
