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Jazz (silverknight) wrote in chaosunraveled,
@ 2008-04-29 14:13:00

Entry tags:

carrion, finished thread, jazz, rating: pg-13, setting: the tower within niflheim

Exploring the unknown
WHO: Jazz and Christopher Carrion, [OPEN]
WHERE: outside the garage, on the way to the tower
WHEN: shortly after introductions
RATING: PG-13 (maybe)
WARNINGS: none (at the moment)
SUMMARY: Jazz goes exploring

He leaves the comforts of his asigned quarters, for even though the way they are arranged reminds him of his now dead home planet, there is something that his new room simply lacks. Height.

Since his earliest youth he has always recharged in a place that was far up from the ground. This love for heights was sometimes compared to a seeker's love for flight by the medics. He never questioned it. It never mattered very much. Maybe in a prior life he was one of the aerials.

He shrugs.

This tower sings to him, fills his spark with a yearning for the known, the simple feeling of being high up and surrounded by nothing but wind.

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midnight_prince
2008-04-29 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Chistopher never believed that he would feel so exhausted. Even his already purplish skin seemed paler than the moon and his breathing was ever shallow. Vengeance had provided all the energy he could ever need, so he never had to rest or sleep or dream. Yet, where had his never-ending thirst for revenge taken him?

To his death, of course. At the hands of one Candy Quakenbush, a girl who both belonged in his world of the Abarat Islands and in her world the Hereafter.

Due to his special condition, Carrion couldn't lie down. Instead, he had a dark stone chair designed to hold the glass container around his neck straight while he slept. When he had died, it had been broken and the nightmare eels had wandered freely from his side, abandoning him. When Satan brought him back, Carrion's body was restored.

But not his soul. That was why the Devil wanted the Prince of Midnight's services in the first place.

'I think I've rested long enough...' Carrion opened his eyes, revealing milky-white irises. A light flickered from underneath the skin of his head, but nothing moved in the liquid behind the glass.

He descended the stairs from the bedroom portion of the tower. While he shared this room with Una the banshee, Carrion had no intention of sharing anything else. It wasn't because he hated Una - he hated everyone. There were two categories of people in his mind: those who amused him, and those who vexed him. On dangerous ground were those who vexed the Nightmare Man...

As he began to explore the tower, the Prince didn't quite expect a visitor...

[ooc: Hope this is all right ^_^]

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silverknight
2008-04-29 05:09 pm UTC (link)

Jazz moves without a sound. Some might wonder how how he manages that, him being over 4 metres tall and made of what the humans call metal. When asked about it, he would only smile and change the topic.

Not even the Prime knows where Jazz learned to be silent.

He walks through the rooms of the house, his mind filled with wonder. These squishy species sure know how to make a living place interesting.

Is that organic matter on the walls, he asks himself. Of course, he could just scan the stuff and be done with the speculation. Of course, he wouldn't even need to leave his quarters to know the whole building in and out, sensory being a very handy thing that evolution gifted his people with. It would be easier.

But doing things the easy way, is just not his style. And if you can't do a thing with style, one shouldn't even attempt to do it.

He allows his mind to wander.

Thus it is not wonder that he nearly walks into someone. Old insticts hones into perfection make him step without a thought. That also lets him show the kind of acrobatic elegance that most people would descibe as 'falling on his aft'.

	silverknight 2008-04-29 07:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Looking for a way to the top," Jazz replies and gives the organic - he is not sure if it is a human, some parameters are not the same - a good look. His visor retracts even, and that doesn't happen often. "Is that thing integrated hard-ware or a plug-in?" he askes, speaking of the glowing collar. "Name's Jazz." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	silverknight 2008-05-01 05:26 pm UTC (link)
	"How then do you refuel?" Jazz asks, thinking of another 'inventor' who liked to keep his hobby close. "Or is your mouth not your primary fuel intake?" The container fascinates Jazz, even though at the moment he cannot say why. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	silverknight 2008-05-02 02:00 pm UTC (link)
	Seeing the eel in Christopher's hand, Jazz fingers itch to touch it. How does a nightmare feel, he asks himself. Is it hard matter or flimsy illusion? His hand moves until he is barely a centimeter away from true touch. The head bowed to a side, he seeks permission. "Like a vampire, you are, right?" he wonders. "Do you also get as old?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	silverknight 2008-05-03 10:11 pm UTC (link)
	"Man, that sounds not good. Is there enough left of the family to still be called by that name?" He moves to give the eel back to it's master. "I think he wants back to you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)