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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
2009-05-19 12:32 am UTC (link)

Armand's eyes widened, and he turned to Der Tod with an amused look on his innocent seeming young face. "Oh, but unique as you may be, I have known many who claimed to be Death." He went outside, and then raised his arms to the sky. "Lestat is Death, and Gabrielle, and Marius... all of us Dark Gods to those we slay."

He thought about that for awhile, and then smiled. "But I am not Death. I am Death's Angel." He turned, located F building, and headed toward it. In the blink of an eye, moving with his super speed, he was there.

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touto_kaka
2009-05-19 07:26 am UTC (link)

Der Tod inclined his head slightly, conceding Armand's point. "Indeed. There are many who might claim to be Death, but one who kills is not Death, he is just..." An ironic smile "another human. Anyone can kill."

He had to smile slightly at the other man's assertion that he was 'Death's Angel', but he said nothing until they had both arrived at the F building. Again, he stepped closer and gently ran a hand across Armand's cheek. "An angel of Death must know death" he said, slightly amused, but also with a vague hint of wistfulness. This strange man could probably make a very good black angel one day. "And you seem so adverse to that idea."

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vagabond_child
2009-05-19 06:37 pm UTC (link)

Once more, Armand gazed at Der Tod with wonder in his face. Yes, there was wariness, but then, the man had tried to kill him with a kiss. But he was also just drawn to power, and there was no doubt that this being had it, even if he didn't have all of it here, and probably wouldn't have even back on earth.

His gaze turned thoughtful. "But I know Death. I am dead." He pressed a hand against his silent heart, which didn't beat now because he hadn't fed yet. "When Marius took me, I was dying of poison. He finished the job. I am dead, there is no breath in my lungs, except for what I need to speak. Not once, but twice, I died. Once to poison, and to my Master's fangs, and then to the fire of the sun. I walk, and I talk, and I feed, but I am as dead as any in your realm."

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touto_kaka
2009-05-20 06:42 am UTC (link)

"Your flesh is dead" Der Tod said, almost conversationally, as if he discussed such things daily. His hand slid down to tap gently above Armand's unbeating heart. "Your heart may not beat, you may not need to breath, but your spirit is caught. Not alive, not dead." He stepped back a half step and spread his arms. "I care little for the disposition of the flesh."

He turned slightly, and pulled open the dorm door. "You are not yet truly dead." he said, with unwavering confidence. "Or you would be in my realm and we wouldn't be having this fascinating conversation. "

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vagabond_child
2009-05-20 08:20 pm UTC (link)

"No, but you don't understand! I am dead." He raised his hand for inspection, all the sun damage long gone, at this point, so his skin was pure white, like marble. He then placed that hand gently on top of Der Tod's. "I did die, though. Although I walk and talk, I died, just as all vampires do. Although I am not in your realm, that's only because of the trickery of the demon spirit that lives in me."

Armand let him go as he stepped back, and looked at him, no mockery in his expression. "But if I do not qualify as dead, well, then, who better to be Death's Angel? I have died, and yet, I walk among the living. I bring death with my ravenous bite." He walked into the door that was pulled open, and waited for Der Tod to follow. "A vampire is uniquely suited to the job, if you think on it."

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touto_kaka
2009-05-20 09:20 pm UTC (link)

Der Tod laughed. A full, deep chested laugh that lasted for a good long while. This man - no, more of a boy, despite the years he claimed to have lived - thought he knew what was and was not death? The irony, the arrogance of it all was just so painfully amusing.
"I think you forget to whom you speak" he said when he'd finally finished laughing. It was not entirely a mocking comment, but there was a edge of warning to his voice as well. He followed Armand into the building, an amused smile still playing on his face.
"Your... abilities are significant, I'm sure. But anyone can bring death. To truly bring someone into the lands of the dead... That is something different."

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vagabond_child
2009-05-20 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Armand got enough of what Der Tod was saying that it made his eyes flash with anger, and his body tense with injured pride. He lifted his chin proudly, and shot the man a look that showed just how unimpressed he was. But then, moments later, he was looking at him plaintively. He was very changeable.

"I don't forget." He sighed and turned away, not all the way around, just off to the side. "And I don't understand the words you say. I simply do not."

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touto_kaka
2009-05-21 07:07 am UTC (link)

Der Tod watched Armand's flash of pride and stifled another laugh. The boy really didn't understand. Then again, could he really be expected to? The smile Der Tod favored Armand with this time was almost affectionate, though it edged towards being a bit patronizing. "No, I suppose you don't," he said softly "But it is no matter. I believe we were headed to my room?" The double meaning did not escape him as he gestured for Armand to lead the way again.

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vagabond_child
2009-05-21 01:52 pm UTC (link)

The vampire cast a look at the other man, but just sighed once more, and shook his head sadly. He still didn't get it. He was dead. He knew both worlds. But maybe there was something here he just couldn't understand, this wasn't impossible, though it infuriated him a little.

"I do not." But he was easily distracted, and glanced around. "Your room is this way. Come, I will show you." The double meaning didn't escape him, but he more or less decided to act like it had. He wasn't nearly as innocent as he looked, but wondered if Der Tod would be taken in by his seeming innocence.

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touto_kaka
2009-05-22 11:13 am UTC (link)

Der Tod inclined his head slightly, letting Armand proceed him. He doubted the vampire understood anything he'd tried to explain, but that was hardly unusual. Or particularly troubling.

More amusing was how the boy seemed to have completely missed the subtext of the comment. Der Tod followed him into the building and upstairs to F 211. "This is it?" he asked, once again pulling out the key he'd been given. He slipped it into the lock, but didn't turn it before making a twist of power, just to see. The door remained stubbornly, infuriatingly locked. He snarled quietly and turned the key. The door opened onto one of the most mundane and uninspiring rooms he'd ever seen. Which, considering, was saying something.

"This King certainly keeps us in the lap of luxury" he commented, dripping sarcasm.

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vagabond_child
2009-05-22 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Armand walked, keeping himself fairly quiet, for once. He was deep in thought. Those were the moods he tended to be, either talking nonstop, or being absolutely silent as he figured things out. When he got to the right room number, he turned to face Der Tod, smiled at him.

"Here." He laughed softly at the other man's words. "I hear that on the other side of the Labyrinth, things are much better. Here... ugh." He glanced with distaste at the room, which was the same as his, as far as he could tell.

"Is there anything else you would know? The sun will rise soon, and I must be safely in the dark before then."

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touto_kaka
2009-05-23 09:15 am UTC (link)

Der Tod wasn't really listening to Armand. He was seething again, furious that this so-called 'King' dared think such... mediocre accommodations were in any way suitable. This king would pay for this eventually.

"Go, go" he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand to Armand. He wasn't trying to be rude, but there were far more important things to worry about right now. "Thank you" he said as a rather insincere afterthought.

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