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Der Tod (touto_kaka) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-05-10 19:37:00

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armand, arrival, complete, day nine, der tod

Day 9 Arrival
WHO: Der Tod & Armand
WHEN: Day 9 Predawn
WHAT: Der Tod does not approve of this strange place
WHERE: On the empty streets of the City
RATING: PG-13 to be safe
STATUS: Complete

It made no sense. Finally, finally she wanted to die. Asked him to take her even. And he'd refused. Why, how could she keep resisting him? Everything he'd done had been to show her how much better off she'd be with him, and it still hadn't worked! Foolish, blind, stubborn, infuriating woman.

He loved her all the more for it.

So he couldn't take her, not until she returned his love. Instead he pushed her away, and stalked off, leaving the Empress to sob on the floor of her son's tomb. He couldn't help smirking a bit at the irony of that. Rudolf had been such a useful tool, so earnest and trusting.

Der Tod closed his eyes briefly to make the mental twist that would transfer him back to the lands of the dead. When he opened them again, instead of his mist and shadow cloaked realm, he was in a strange alleyway that looked out on a strange fair-type place. He held perfectly still for a long moment, taking the measure of his surroundings. This was not the lands of the dead, and more worrisome, he couldn't sense his realm. He made the mental twist again, but found himself still standing in the same place. A low hiss of annoyance escaped unbidden from his lips. Something was very, very wrong here.

Four long strides took him out of the alley and onto a wider street. It was still dark wherever he was, but predawn dark, not night dark. Not exactly a time when many humans were out, but he could sense them nearby, mostly sleeping. There were several odd presences that piqued his interest, however there were significantly fewer people than he would have expected from the apparent size of this place. His lip curled back in a snarl as he looked around. This place was almost sickeningly alive.

He could feel someone approaching, so he schooled his expression into one of more innocent confusion, and started heading towards the person. 'Accidentally' running into someone would be the easiest way to figure out what was going on after all.

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vagabond_child
2009-05-10 11:54 pm UTC (link)

The vampire hunted.

Oh, he knew he probably shouldn't be. He didn't need to, not yet. His skin had healed, after all. He was as pale and beautiful as a statue of an angel, just as he had always been. And he was old, relatively speaking. He didn't need to feed so much anymore. But his mind was unsettled. Speaking with Pandora, Claudia, and Juniper had put him off his stride.

Not to mention, of course, his lover. That was the most complicated situation of all, in its very simplicity.

So he sought to loose himself in the blood once more. He would abide by his promise, and not go after Juniper, though he was slightly miffed at her. But he'd promised her, and more importantly, he'd promised Schuldig. So he looked for someone new, someone exciting, and intended to feed. But all night, after leaving Schuldig, he'd wandered aimlessly, not finding anyone. It seemed everyone slept, denying him his victim.

But then, suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a mental presence. He smiled briefly, his fangs showing wickedly in the moonlight off the snow, but it quickly faded. This being wasn't human. Nor was it vampire, elf, nor any of the species of aliens that he'd felt. This, well, this felt like something entirely different. The thoughts were so strange, he couldn't quite get a grasp on it.

He was only sort of prepared for this being to turn and look toward him, start walking. Armand stood completely still, eyes wide, wondering, and locked on the unlikely figure. Such grace was rare. Thoughts of blood slipped briefly into his thoughts, but just as quickly were banished. Instead, he just looked. Tentatively, he reached out a tendril of thought, sending it toward the newcomer.

What are you? His words would echo in the heads of most beings, but he found himself in the odd position of having no idea how this one would respond, or if they would hear him at all.

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