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dahak (dahak) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-14 23:00:00

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armand, complete, dahak, day 15, felicia hardy, jackson rippner, joker, kidnapping, lestat de lioncourt, mad hatter, wolverine

A call to darkness...
Who: Dahak, Wolverine, and other baddies!
What: The general thread for the gathering. It'll be a bit of a cluster but hopefully this will work!
When: Evening, Day 15
Where: In the forest, outside of the resort
Rating: R, just to be safe
Status: Active

Alone in an alcove in the forest, two men stood. To the casual observer, the pair of them would be as different as one could expect. Dahak, still wore the mask, leaving only black behind it, so that it looked there was no face beneath. The man to his side, however, looked casual, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, looking unshaven, and unruly next to the frightening visage of Dahak. Were the man beside him in his right senses, however, the two would be mortal enemies. In fact, having stumbled upon him, he had attempted to fight his way out of the situation. Unfortunately for the creature, Dahak's magical abilities were impressive, and once he'd laid a hand upon the creature's skull it was simply a matter of casting a spell on him to take over his mind.

Even so, Dahak could feel Wolverine's mind struggling against the spell, in futility. He would know what he did, feel every bit of pain, but as for stopping the spell, it was far beyond his abilities. And unlike a mere mind control spell, Dahak had taken the liberty to leave the cold calculating part of Logan's brain active. Yes, there would be a need to have him retain his ability for strategy, and be able to talk normally when he was hunting his prey. Ironically, all his struggling mind did was fuel Dahak, for it was filled with rage and hatred for being used in this fashion. A pity that one so animalistic would try to align himself with ideals that were so terribly... noble.

"Neel before me, Weapon X" Dahak commanded, and placed his hands upon him. "To you, I bestow the strength of a demi-god. Use it, that you may crush my enemies when they face you. You shall be my enforcer, my right hand in this." Yes, Wolverine would have to be his enforcer, for it was only one that he was in control of that he could actually trust for this task. Dark power flowed from Dahak's hand into Wolverine, and he saw the mutant cry out in agony as the dark power enveloped him. Somewhere Dahak could vaguely sense the silent scream that came from the Kryptonian, buried a few feet in the ground beside him, inside of a coffin with special glyphs upon it that siphoned his power slowly, and more quickly when Dahak used it as he was now...

Behind Dahak, in a sunnier part of the glade, there was a small hole, about the size of someone's arm, enough to let the sunlight shine in and let Dahak's little battery recharge itself. It was a nightmarish cycle of death and rebirth, with the constant hum of agony. It was a sweet symphony to Dahak, and combined with the power that flowed through his kryptonian body, Dahak thought it might be enough, but no... no, now that he had this power, he needed more. To inspire some real strife in this boring mundane little world.

He didn't gesture for Wolverine to rise, instead preferring to have him kneel as the Lizardmen finally came into view. Their scaly visages barely standing out amongst the trees. They were a hunter race, and felt confused at being summoned here, but with a burst forth of dark energy, such simple minds were easil controlled. They were his own to rule, with this new power that he had stolen from the Kryptonian. Dahak turned slowly to stare at them all as one by one they lowered themselves, following the example of Wolverine to kneel before their new master. It was easier to control all of their minds than it was Logans, as there was no fight in them. Almost tailor made to be controlled by the planet.

Dahak considered sending them out this very moment to scour the land, murder all that they could. for all of the planet's cunning, he did not think that it would be smart enough to consider such a thing a violation of the rules here. They were the ones doing the act, after all. But, no, he would not leave that up to chance. Besides, it would be far better to have Generals to inspire chaos here. Let them take the wrath of the planet should something go awry and someone wind up dead. All the better for him. And, in their defiance, suddenly all the others would see them for what they truly were... creatures of darkness. The harmony that so sickeningly resonated throughout the land would be shattered one way or another. Dahak would see to that.

Slowly, the clouds that had been on the horizon now began to swarm and grow faster around Dahak, blackening the skies above him as dark energy crackled like fire across his fingertips, his body glowing with the intensity of it. Slowly a ball of dark power began to form from his hand, growing in intensity with each heartbeat until it raised on it's own like a beacon into the night, floating upward above the treeline. And there it finally exploded in a shockwave that flowed out over the land, a beacon in the night...

All those with darkness in their hearts, who would join his cause or be tempted into it by his promises would feel that pulse, and know where to go, to meet the Lord of Darkness. Those whose hearts were ruled by good, however, would feel a shiver pass over them, or a moment of nausea, as if something that was once right in this place was now truly wrong. And it was in that moment of power that Dahak felt all of the hearts of darkness and goodness across the land. Yes, there were so many to kidnap... it was good the lizardmen had come...

But there was something else... something familiar that tickled his brain about one soul that he felt. Only after a moment did he realize who it was.

"Yesssss...." The Father of Lies purred sweetly. There was one amongst the flock of innocent lambs that he himself would visit, one who would not need to be taught to fear him, one whose body already knew the feeling of his touch. Her soul, though less innocent than when he'd first come across it, was still sweet, a familiar taste... and a chance to corrupt completely what he'd only managed to taint previously. Even better, Ares' champion, the Warrior Princess was with her. The raven haired one once seethed hatred so wonderful it was like a sweet wine... if she thought her companion was in danger, true danger... Dahak knew he would feel that sweet sensation again.

"Gabrielle..." he breathed out into the air, and she alone would feel a forboding like no other... he was truly looking forward to this now.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-15 09:38 am UTC (link)

It was early, for him, when he awoke. Normally, his eyes didn't open until well after the sun had set. Today, though, he felt something... almost calling to him. If he'd been a mortal in a different time, he might have thought of the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning, unable to sleep a second longer. As it was, however, it was still quite irrestistable, and he found himself rising from his daily rest, his eyes gleaming.

It didn't take him long to get ready. He did glance over to Lestat's resting place, wondering if he should wake him, but Lestat normally rose before him so he kind of assumed he was already gone. Anyway, he had no patience for anything right now, except for the call inside his heart and head. It led him, and he left his room and headed unerringly into the forest. He hadn't explored this area at all, but he still knew where to go.

His keen vampire eyes saw the two figures, and he slowed down. As a precaution, he sent a probing thought ahead. The strength, though, of the emotions involved had him recoiling a bit, though he smirked in approval. Strength intruiged him. He made his way boldly forward. Not since the days of Les Innocents in Paris had he skulked around the edges, and he wasn't going to start now. As soon as he was close enough, he called out.

"I have been called... why? What would you have of me?"

Good and evil had always been mixed in the childlike heart of the vampire, or at least, even since he'd been turned to Undeath. But this call spoke to everything about him. And the mortal part of him, the part that would have been horrified by most of the things he was seeing here, instead only made him smile. He would be the Dark Angel, for a little while. It could be so much fun. The demon that ran through his veins approved.

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hattermadness
2008-09-15 11:27 am UTC (link)

The Hatter, as of late, had been missing in action as it were. While many of the guests were sociable, keen to explore, and almost desperate for a way home, he had been quite content to adopt this place as his new residence, and remain in his room as it provided nearly anything he required. Not surprisingly, that evening had found him, as per the usual, in his room speaking riddles and nonsense to a golem that had brought him several cups of coffee. (though Hatter had found that that single word enveloped all manners of different drinks from espressos to lattes and cappuccinos.) Coffee, that unlike tea, he was unused to and made him very excitable, and as a result many of his mechanical pets skittered around the room wildly.

He had been quite content at his work desk/toy chest when for whatever reason his body seemed inclined to leave for the first time in days. Hatter thought that it was very fortunate that he had dressed appropriately for an outing, as his mind was apparently in no condition to refuse, not recalling why exactly he was walking outside to begin with. His feet had yet to do him any injustice though, so it seemed only fair that he should continue to trust them, and he had the feeling (that like the love last time he'd been out, he wasn't entirely sure was his to be feeling) that he would like his destination.

It was not that he had a dark heart, per say, though the Hatter was quite sure that if he did it would be the fault of the metal that crafted the organ and not his own, but he was easily swayed in matters of good and evil. He quite liked both, and found himself in a sort of gray area currently, requiring only a push back into his more sinister whims of insanity.

"Evening!" He greeted upon reaching the three that had arrived before him, sweeping off his hat, and finding himself a seat on a rather large rock. Kneeling seemed to be the resting position of choice among most of the guests, but it would ruin his nice blue dress pants, which simply wouldn't be acceptable. "Oh! Lizards! Is Bill among them? I have some work that could require his handiness." Hatter said, to no one in particular, as he scanned the shadowed faces of the odd lizard folk. More interested in them then Dahak, Armand, or Wolverine because the reptiles were similar to a being of his own world that he had not greatly disliked.

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lestat_00
2008-09-15 11:56 am UTC (link)

Lestat ‘s need for rest was practically nonexistent; since he’d nearly drained Akasha on his own, there were many things he could do now. In all humility, the Brat Prince considered himself one of the most powerful vampires on Earth. Still, out of habit, he normally retired for at least a few hours of the day.

He was abed when Armand left, but quite aware of his angel’s every move. Another angel had been occupying his thoughts…a human angel, Maxxie Oliver. Lestat was somewhat addicted to the young dancer…he was beautiful, passionate, full of art and full of life. He felt such an erotic quickening when taking the boy’s blood. His lip curled back of it’s own accord.

He watched Armand scurrying around, Always so impatient, mon chere, and sent out his thoughts. He felt the ‘Call of the Darkness’ and was immediately intrigued, Ahhh, you hurry off and no invitation for your dear old Lestat, Angel?. His companion must have thought that this ‘thing’ calling out could give him great power, so he was hurrying off to gain all of this power for himself. Mon Dieu! Such treachery!. Lestat couldn’t help but be just a little bit proud of the fiery-haired vampire.

Waiting until Armand was gone, Lestat dressed in a mix of modern and old, his black leather pants and boots, white silk shirt and blue-violet frock coat with black embroidery…he preened in front of the mirror, “Magnificent!”.

Making sure his telepathic blocks were fully in place, Lestat followed the Dark Call and, so, followed Armand. It wasn’t long before they were deep into the forest and then approaching a small glade. Lestat’s preternatural eyes looked far ahead to Armand and the two figures, one in a mask and hood, the other well muscled, animalistic. He sent ahead his other senses…hearing and his thoughts…feelings…he heard Armand’s query…he felt POWER.

These beings were, potentially, more powerful than Lestat himself. Lestat didn’t like that. He hovered for a moment in indecision feeling the Dark Call. As he hesitated, another joined the group ahead of him, a lanky, bizarre man; the vampire scanned him…he was insane. He had to respond. Others would respond…Armand responded…and he did not want to be left out…besides, his curiosity was insatiable.

Flying ahead, Lestat approached the masked figure, keeping a respectful distance, always on the lookout for trickery, “I am Lestat de Lioncourt. Who are you, Monsieur, and what wonderful wickedness do you have planned?”

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ex_killer_in438
2008-09-15 12:18 pm UTC (link)

Jackson awoke,eyes wide,as the remains of his dream,or nightmare rather,faded into the back of his mind. The dull pounding of the oncoming hangover didnt help much either as he was jerked awake by both the dream and something else.

Something that was calling to him.

He rose,grabbing a shirt and tugging it on,as he made his way out the door.He paused,half turning and reached for the gun,it wasnt loaded not yet at least,but no one needed to know that and besides one never what could happen between here and..wherever it was he was headed for.He couldnt quite remeber in his still sleep-adled state.

Jamming the object into the pocket of his jeans he yawned,making his way downstairs and towards the forest,not quite sure what the hell was going on.He couldnt feel the 'power'as lestat and armand could,but he knew something big was going to happen,something that could hopefully cause trouble,and jackson lived for trouble.

He paused at the clearing,taking in the forms of all the people,his hand instinctivly going for the gun before he thought better of it and nodded to them all. He was keeping a safe distance until he could find out what all this was about.

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felinefelicia
2008-09-16 11:46 am UTC (link)

Felicia was essentially nocturnal. Very little in her life had ever required daytime appearences. Party Hardy always came out at night, and as for her varied career choices (thief, P.I., vigilante hero) they weren't exactly things you do in broad daylight. So that much didn't change here. She spent most of her time in the resort exploring at night or in the wee hours of the morning. She'd been getting a better feel for the new vineyard look when she'd felt the strange pull --

It wasn't the greatest feeling. One of those things that send a chill down your spine, and make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The fact that it unsettled her made the blond all the more determined to face it, however, and so she strode towards the forest.

It was a strange bunch, and it seemed she was the only woman. The loon sitting on a rock nearest to her seemed thoroughly uninterested in the masked figure that had quite obviously pulled this little group together. Another with a gun stood a little further away...Then her gaze fell on Wolverine. A smirk pulled at her lips at the familiar sight (though she had to say, he was much more attractive then she remembered) though it was odd -- was he actually kneeling? That didn't seem right. She would just have to ask later, once she figured out what the hell was going on.

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thekillerjoke
2008-09-17 08:03 am UTC (link)

The theater had become a sanctuary to Joker. Nothing and no one could ever penetrate that darkness that engulfed the man as he sat silently and unmoving upon the stage. His eyes were closed, his hands were pressed together gently under his chin, and the solitary chair he sat in on his usual place on the theater stage seemed remotely sinister. Had someone entered, they would have heard nothing but silence and perhaps the rumbling of wind and what not that came from the outside world- but none of it mattered now.

The clown prince of crime lifted his eye lids slowly looking out into the darkness. It was a very interesting fear: the fear of the dark. Fearing the dark in general was a rather curious thing all on its own. Were people afraid of what was in the darkness, what wasn't, what it represented, what it could mean?

A gloved hand reached out in front of him as he tilted his head gently- he felt nothing. Was that a fear to, to feel you were alone in so much abyss? Thoughts like these kept running through his mind as he survived another sleepless night. He was too excited about his play and performance that; well, he couldn't sleep! He had so much to do, banners to make, flyers to create- not to mention, bonds to negotiate. He was going to need help after all. The theater was his game room, it was his battle field- everything rested on what was coming ahead but even then... was it so wrong to find peace in such a place? Joker rubbed his temple slowly.

And then he felt it.

It was a strange sensation, a combination of restlessness and anxiety. Something was telling him, no, forcing him to his feet and towards the door. It was rather enlightening, like some God answering a prayer. But what prayer? Had someone found out about his plan? Was he just to far looney that he had no control over his movements anymore? Whatever it was, it led him out the theater, guiding him through the darkness and out towards the outside world.

He soon came upon the group of people that seemed to be congregated on a rather secluded area of the place. The sight made him grin, what was this, some cult sacrificing someone? Or just simply a lame excuse for a get together? His eyes fell on the Mad Hatter and at once, something seemed to click. If he were here, then this wasn't just a little get together, wasn't it? Still... he wasn't to proud of the fact he had instinctively been led here without his knowing or say.

"Well don't we all look like a cheerful group." He said with a mocking drawling voice as he leaned on a tree looking at everyone in turn finding the kneeling man a curious sight. Other then that, everyone else was lost in his attention.

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dahak
2008-09-18 01:54 am UTC (link)

For a moment the creature that stood in the midst of them didn't speak, even as they called out to him, wondering why they had been summoned. The faceless mask merely turned slowly to gaze at all of them. They were an interesting bunch, from the extremely powerful to those who took the greatest risks at what they did, for they faced mortal danger each time. Indeed, the Joker was a rare gem, and Dahak could feel the darkness in him that was bound to his soul eternally. Ah, only Felicia and the Hatter stood out as the least violent of them. But he would give them all a chance to come before him and be baptized into darkness. Those who would not join his ranks would be conscripted into service, if their minds were as weak as Wolverine's. He had faith though that the vampires would easily join his ranks once they found out what they had to offer.

Then, slowly, they would hear a soft laughter echo throughout the trees, yet it was so surreal sounding that it may have been inside of their minds, it was truly impossible to tell. Slowly, as a display of it's power, the creature before them began to rise off of the ground, until it floated a good 6 feet up, slowly raising his hands to spread outwards towards the masses. "Ah, my children... you come to me... each of you holds a piece of me inside of yourselves, and yet you do not recognize me when you lay your eyes upon me? I have many names, and none of them truly encompass that which I am. I am the Darkness, Satan, the Father of Lies, the Shai'tan, Chaos embodied... I am the dark part of each of you, that which longs to kill, to lie, to cheat, to steal... to create chaos..."

"You can call me Dahak, a name far older than any of the others, or you can call me what you like. Names matter not to one such as I, but actions do. And that is why you all have been called before me. You see, you, are not like the others here. We are predators..." he nodded lightly to the vampires at that, "Killers..." he nodded to Jackson, "thieves..." the mask turned to the Black Cat at that, "And otherwise agents of chaos..." it was then that he glanced at the Hatter and Joker. "You all were born not to mindlessly follow rules like those around you, but to break them, to strive for something greater, or simply to go outside of the bounds of standard society..."

Dahak paused for a moment, and looked at the ground. "But this place is not a place of chaos, but of rules, that bind you, dull your skills... make you... weak. You recieve whatever it is you want, and in return all that is asked of you is your complacency, to follow the rules here, and generally not disturb the guests. Here, you are no better than animals in a cage, tossed meat at regular intervals, but forgetting what it is to hunt, to hear the heart of your prey throb with fear as you chase it... to be FREE!" Dahak clenched a fist in front of the mask that was his face and it glowed with a dark power that all of them, even Jackson would feel radiating from the creature. Who or whatever this thing before them was, it was certainly not a creature to be trifled with.

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dahak
2008-09-18 01:54 am UTC (link)

"And so I have brought you all here, for a chance to break free from your cage..." the mask turned to the Hatter, knowing that this one would not easily be swayed by a simple promise of freedom, "or, at the very least... to be free from the rules, from all rules here." The dark fire disappated from his hand, and Dahak slowly lowered back to the ground, laying his hand on Wolverine's head. Only then did the mutant rise, and stand at Dahak's right. "I have dominated the minds of the Lizard folk you see around you... and alone they could be my servants... but it is you, who have painted masterpieces of chaos and darkness in your lifetime. And so I ask you to lead my servants, to be my generals in a task which promises to free us all from this place of rules and order, and let us return to our own worlds, where we can reak havoc once again..."

Dahak raised a hand, and suddenly in front of each of them, a black fireball hovered lightly, and inside of it they would see the image of the two they were supposed to kidnap. "Before you, you see your prey... those creatures who serve good mindlessly, and cling to the rules like the drowning cling to a raft... they will be the keys to open the door. They are the ones necessary to complete a ceremony of dark magic, that is more powerful than even this planet..." Suddenly the flames disappated in front of them, and there they would see a piece of parchment, rolled and floating before them. "To each of you I give a map... at each of these points you will find an altar. As the moon rises to it's fullest tomorrow night, place those I have shown you upon this altar... and I will invoke the spell to open the ways back... home."

He paused then, knowing that those who truly served the darkness would not blindly follow someone without a reason, a show that he indeed could back what he was doing... "I sense skeptics amongst you, who ask why you should follow me in anything... but there is one thing you all desire... power. You all have a weakness of some kind... How would it feel... if the sun healed you instead of hurting you..." the mask turned to the vampires at that, "or if you no longer had to fear what someone stronger than you might do to you..." the mask turned to Jackson, "there are so many possibilities... show them, Weapon X."

Without needing another word, Wolverine slowly walked from Dahak's side, over to one of the trees and with a flex of his muscles, uprooted it, as if it were a giant weed, before tossing it until it landed a good two hundred yards away. He didn't seem the slightest bit exerted, and instead crossed his arms and turned to face the rest of those gathered.

"So, my generals of chaos... step before me... accept your gift... and together we can soon be free of this place."

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vagabond_child
2008-09-18 10:45 am UTC (link)

As the other arrived, Armand glanced briefly at them before basically ignoring them. Except for Lestat, of course. To the blond vampire, he sent a sort of half-mocking thought I got here first, what are you doing here? and gave him a slightly challenging look. Love or not, Armand was here because he wanted more power. The dark voice in his head had sort of wordlessly promised him that. Lestat, of course, would have to butt in. But it was fine, in the end, that the other vampire was here. Why not, really? It occured to him suddenly that there was plenty of evil to go around.

He listened as the dark figure began to speak, to lecture them. And when he identified himself as Satan, well, he almost fell over. Satan? The very being he'd attempted to join when he walked into the sun, sacrificed himself? How strange, to find him here... he felt a rising excitement growing inside of him. His attempt to be good had failed, failed utterly. And now, he was here. And Satan, or Dahak, or whatever he was called, was making a whole hell of a lot of sense.

The vampire's eyes started glowing with a sort of dark fire, and a smile came onto his full, cherubic lips. Suddenly, he laughed, completely delighted, and stepped forward. He could feel the call to those he was to kidnap, and though he was normally not interested in mortals, well, this sounded like fun. And if it could gain him the power he craved, there was no question.

He stepped forward, and inclined his head just slightly to the dark figure. He wasn't going to bow, but he did show a certain level of respect, so unusual for him. His young voice rang out clearly, unashamed, and sounding far too innocent for the words that he was about to say.

"I am the Vampire Armand, and I like what you have to offer more than the Planet. I accept your gift, and will, with pleasure, find these mortals and take them for my own. I will willingly be your general."

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dahak
2008-09-20 01:04 pm UTC (link)

The silver mask turned to look upon Armand as he approached. Ah, the vampires, how greedy they were for blood, and how very greedy they were for POWER. Their souls were already half corrupted by what they did, and more corrupt because they had forfeited the ability to truly... create. For what grander purpose was there for beings of the light than to create life and happiness? Vampires could only create cold, lifeless things, but even then, in order to create them, they would need to get energy, which would mean they needed to destroy. The balance in them had already been tilted towards the side of darkness... and it pleased him to know that they were so willing to embrace the darkness inside of themselves, in front of the others. This would certainly make things... easier.

"Armand..." Dahak's dark voice rumbled. "I will not forget you, child of darkness, who was the first to step forward and accept my gifts." He noted that the vampire didn't bow... but it really didn't matter either. Their pride served Dahak in a way that their subserviance did not, though he doubted highly that they would realize that bowing or not bowing, they were still playing into his game. "You, who has been so scorned by the sunlight, will no longer need to fear it's fiery touch. Indeed, the rays of light which once threatened to consume you will now only cause your powers to flourish where once they waned... you will get to see the sunrise once again, as you did so long ago as a mortal, not in fear but in joy..."

Dahak took a step forward and raised his palm towards Armand's face. Suddenly the dark fire that had appeared in front of them now engulfed Armand's head, and spread down his body until every inch of him appeared to be burning. Rather than pain, however, it would cause the most intense sensation of delight through Armand, the way it had felt when he'd first been turned, the sensation of newness, of everything being different now. When Dahak moved his hand back, Armand would look no different, however, he would feel different, bolstered, more powerful. As if his new found powers had given him the ability to conquer the entire world. A slow smile spread across Dahak's features.

"Go, my general. You know your mission here. Take two of the lizard men with you, if you need them... but make certain that you kidnap those souls whom I showed to you, and make sure they're on the altars, at the rise of the full moon. I have put my faith in you, Armand... see to it that I am not... disappointed." There was a dark edge to Dahak's voice, but then, would one like Armand truly be surprised at that? One did not serve a master of evil, and expect that failure would be tolerated for very long. Dahak turned then and let Armand go free, there were others there who still longed for his touch... and one who was contemplating defying him... that would be a mistake for her.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-20 02:14 pm UTC (link)

Threats hardly bothered them. How could they? Before he'd been the leader of the coven in Paris, he'd been under the command of Santino, the ruthless and evil leader of the Roman coven. He had no fear, though, just caution. Yes, this being was not someone to be trifled with. Armand could tell that within a couple of seconds of the first call that had come to him. He could deal with that.

The touch of the flames had him shivering. He could have been nervous. Fire didn't tend to react well with vampires, and the flames were one of the only things that could kill vampires. But why would Dahak bring him here only to kill him? So he sat patiently as he was baptized in the fire, and in the end, yes, he was glad he did. The feelings that swept through him, so similar to the last time he'd been changed. And the words, he could go into the sun, really see it, not like when he'd been burned. He was almost grateful, in the way of a little boy who'd been given the Christmas gift he'd most wanted.

Feeling strong, powerful, he walked over and touched two of the lizard men on the shoulder at random. They followed him obediantly, and with a half-mocking wave to Lestat, he blew the other vampire a kiss, completely ignored the rest of the people who had been called here, and turned around. Soon, the boyish figure was gone, swallowed up by the dark along with his lizard-like followers.

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hattermadness
2008-09-18 02:45 pm UTC (link)

The hatter eventually turned his attention to Dahak as the introductions began. Little of it made sense to him. He was quite sure he was not a child, and that this being was not his father. Though even if the Hatter had had a father at some point, how would this man know who his children were? With so many names it appeared the man didn't even know who or what he was. Darkness, chaos, part of all of them. All entirely separate entities in the Hatters mind, and none of himself was part of this strange fellow.

Still, he listened, mostly out of lack of anything better to do now that he was here. His gaze moved through the crowd as Dahak looked between them; a dirty look at Felicia as the Hatter was not fond at all of thieves, grinning at the familiar sight of the Joker, indifference towards the others.

Ha! He liked his targets. The Tonks woman he had met, and another interesting looking girl. He had no problem collecting them for whatever purpose. Perhaps this magic Dahak spoke of had to do with the wand thing Tonks had, he would have to collect that from her.

He was distracted from this when Armand stepped forward to accept some gift. With a shrug, Hatter stuffed the map into his hat, and stepped forward. "I should like any lizard who goes by the name Bill." Hatter stated, looking expectantly to the reptilian creatures again. One or two would suffice; he hoped Bill was not a common name among lizard folk.

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dahak
2008-09-20 01:22 pm UTC (link)

Ah, the Hatter. A creature of chaos, even though he didn't truly realize it. Not the most ideal of candidates for this mission, but he would certainly work. It wasn't so much that he was aligned to evil like the vampires were, so much as he didn't care enough to avoid evil, and that was certainly enough for Dahak to take advantage of. He suspected that much like the Joker, at the very least the Hatter would enjoy sowing the seeds of chaos across the Planet, and that in itself would serve Dahak's needs rather nicely. From chaos came strife, anger, so many tasty emotions from people who might otherwise think good things. Yes, agents of chaos saw it as 'altering their perceptions', but Dahak saw it simply as corrupting them, even if just a little.

The odd request wasn't truly a surprise for Dahak, and he motioned to two of the Lizards, implanting in their brain that their names were 'Bill' now, and should be addressed as such. Idly, Dahak wondered if Hatter had any idea that their true names were actually unpronounceable in human tongues, and that if they were of their senses and could understand what the Hatter was trying to label them as, they would be greatly offended. Not that it mattered, he wasn't called the father of lies because he backed down from a simple white lie. "These two have such a name... and would be proud to serve you..." Dahak said as he stepped a little closer to the Hatter, and raised his palm towards the creature's face.

Like Armand, the Hatter would find himself surrounded by a pleasant, but dark light as the fire enveloped his entire form. Unlike the vampire, however, this one Dahak blessed with the ability to resist damage inflicted upon his person. Knives would not cut him unless the Hatter wished them to. Nails would not pierce his skin, bones would not break... however, it did not make the Hatter unstoppable by any means. A push would still knock him over, a punch would still send him backwards if it were strong enough, and he could be bound, as well as knocked out if there were a great enough blow to the back of his head. Dahak lowered his hand then and let the flame receed.

Unlike Armand, he knew threats would not affect this one. All the promise of retribution would do would cause a blank stare to come from the Hatter. So instead of a hard handed threat, Dahak took a subtler approach. "Hatter... do not let yourself be distracted by other things on this task... if you complete it for me successfully, I'm sure there will be many many fun new games to play once you get back to your home world..." he promised. That promise, was of course a lie, but hopefully it would be enough to focus the odd ball's wandering brain for a bit.

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felinefelicia
2008-09-19 11:07 pm UTC (link)

Felicia, listening to all this, was seriously regretting having come. She had worn her suit, which she believed would at least enable her to defend herself, but there were a lot here including those lizard things for her to be taking on by herself. In any other situation she wouldn't have doubted that Wolverine would have her back, but he wasn't right -- responding to that ridiculous 'weapon x' name like a trained dog. Felicia slid back a few steps as Dahak continued, going on about alters and spells. She wanted to go home, but not so bad that she would trade the lives of the two people he'd shown her to do it. That's typically what alters entailed, right? Some human sacrifice crap, or at the very least harming them -- she didn't want that blood on her hands.

"No. Count me out." She stated. "You have some power and a few lizard servants and think your a god?" Black Cat knew is more more then just some power, even she could feel that, but she'd be damned if she let it show that that intimidated her. She'd overcome worse things, some rouge mutant who fancied himself a god -- he had to have a weakness too.

"Darkness, Satan, Chaos -- if your so powerful what do you need us to go around collecting people for some spell for? The planet too strong for 'Satan' to escape?" Taunting the evil guy, maybe not a great idea, but she figured -- maybe a little common sense, pointing out these things would make the others skeptical. It would be easier to get away if she wasn't the only one against this loon.

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dahak
2008-09-20 09:39 pm UTC (link)

Dahak had just turned from giving the Hatter his powers, when he felt it. Even before Felicia said it, he could feel the mutiny in her mind. Oh, how very sad that the call of Darkness had summoned one who was needing some... motivation. Fortunately for her, he could provide plenty of that, if she demanded it of him. He was just hoping for her sake that she would not actually be foolish enough to test him. But then, as the thought crossed his mind, she blurted it out there, causing the cloaked figure to pause, and then calmly and slowly turn around, until he was facing her, the silver mask staring at her plainly, as if somewhat surprised. There was the silence after she had spoken, as if the whole world was stilling to listen to see what Dahak would say to this little girl who had decided that it was an intelligent idea to piss off something that made the gods themselves run.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." Dahak said calmly. The unflinching gaze of the mask settled upon the Black Cat calmly, envoking another moment of silence, to where one might wonder if it was indeed over, and the dark god would let her go off, just like that. He pondered it, truly, after all, he didn't actually NEED her, so much as he wanted her to lead his lizardment to kidnap a particular target. They could handle it themselves, of course... but that wasn't really the point, anymore. The point is what she'd called him, and that in itself was more than enough to justify what was about to happen to her. Those sensitive to dark powers would feel the slow buildup of energy around Dahak, long before he started to glow.

"Even more sorry that you seem to doubt my abilities..." And then his arm thrust outward in her direction, palm flat, and from it a fiery beam of light shot, faster than she could dodge it, slamming her in the chest and causing her to fly until she was pinned against one of the trees. It would feel as if someone was hammering at her rib cage with a sledge hammer. "It would seem, a demonstration is in order." Dahak said darkly, and suddenly the pale flame that was on her chest wrapped around her body, feeling not so much a pressure now, as it did that her skin was on fire beneath, like she was being branded.

With a flick of his wrist then she flew from one tree to another, slamming off of one, and dragging along it until her body whirled and slammed into another. Dahak tossed her body from tree to tree, his arm moving as if he were conducting a grand symphony that no one could hear, and then finall he slammed her into one wall, and forced her arms to stretch outwide, as if she were being crucified. Dahak's silver mask tilted at her then, and though it didn't make any show of it, somehow it was obvious by the tone in his voice he was smiling. "You know, many people seem to think that the grandest show of force is by doing some sort of gesture whereby you slaughter innocents by the thousands... but I've always been of the mindset that thousands of people are a statistic... and the single person... now that's a tragedy. Just like a single bone, for example..."

There was suddenly a sickening crack, and Felicia would feel her little finger on her left hand snap. Dahak didn't do anything to gag her, instead hoping that she screamed like she was in agony. At this point he was sending a message. "I wonder how well a thief would do their job with broken fingers..." he said, and the little finger on her right hand snapped. "Now..." There was a snap of her ring finger. "I wonder..."

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dahak
2008-09-20 09:39 pm UTC (link)

"Do.." There was a snap as her left ring finger broke.

"you..." a sickening twist as her right splintered...

"doubt..." Her left middle finger cracked in three places.

"my...." Then her right middle finger.

"powers..." Her left middle finger was bent backwards until it was flush with the back of her hand.

"now..." While her right twisted at odd angles, breaking at the knucles

"little...one?" Both of her thumbs made a loud popping as they were twisted and snapped. And then, and there, he dropped her, letting her land upon the ground, broken, her fingers nothing more than masses of agony. Before she could stop him he grabbed her by the hair and the black flame engulfed her. Unlike the others, this didn't look pleasant, and would feel to her like bees stinging ever inch of flesh on her body as the power invaded her, went into the depths of her mind, weakened with pain, and twisted that which caused her mind to resist, so that evil didn't really seem so very bad anymore. She wanted to be free after all... and sometimes... sometimes it was just survival of the fittest.

As he did that, he infused her with an ability like wolverines, and she would feel as her fingers reknit themselves, bones healing in a matter of moments until her hands were as good as new... but the pain, still remained, even after she'd been converted to follow him without question, she would still remember the horrible pain of defying Dahak. "You will capture my targets, and you will have them on that alter by moonrise. Now go." With Felicia, it was no longer a question.

Turning, he looked at the rest of those present. "Anyone else have any opinions they'd like to share?"

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felinefelicia
2008-09-20 11:09 pm UTC (link)

She wasn't afraid of some silly masked being staring at her, no special sensitivity to warn her of what was about to come. In fact, for a long moment, in the silence she almost wasn't sure that he cared what she had to say. The calm comment, and again the silence -- It was weird. She was used to this sort of costumed freak going off on tangents, yelling and screaming about their superiority, trying to make big shows of their power immediately. The rash little villains of her world didn't compare, and maybe the fact that he didn't do any of those things should have been the first indication that she was dealing with much more then a freak in a costume. She flinched when he spoke again, ready to jump out of the way, but finding herself swept off her feet and flying backwards before she'd even realized what happened. The pain shot up the length of her back, almost as bad as the hammering against her chest, forcing all the air from her lungs -- she couldn't have screamed if she had wanted to when the flame wrapped around her form.

Felicia's gaze fell on Wolverine again. She couldn't move, felt like she was being burned alive, and loath as she was to admit it - she was virtually helpless. So she held out on the slightest bit of hope that he would snap out of whatever the hell was wrong with him, but he just stared blankly. The others watched, but with no obvious intention of doing anything more. As for the Hatter, he simply finished looking over his lizards, and strode right on by, casting her a curious glance as he passed.

Next thing she knew she was being tossed from tree to tree, little more then a rag doll. Black Cat took quick, shuddering breaths only to have them knocked out of her a second later. The suit provided some protection, and what it didn't cover - her face and chest - were scratched and bloodied from being dragged across several tree trunks. Not to mention the indescribable feeling of being thrown against the trees repeatedly. It was a feeling she was more then willing to experience quite a few more times once he'd stopped and had her splayed against the wall. She knew that being thrown around was likely nothing compared to what was going to happen next. His tone made that much clear.

She hadn't screamed yet, and had no plans to give him that satisfaction. It was the one thing she still had the ability to refuse Dahak. That had been her plan anyway. The first finger broke. Felicia bit her bottom lip, splitting it in the attempt to remain silent. She had survived a thrashing before, multiple bullet and knife wounds, broken bones, being chucked around a room. She could handle -- a second and third finger -- could not handle this. Every inch of her still ached and burned, and he was not only breaking but twisting the digits out of place one by one.

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felinefelicia
2008-09-20 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Dahak's words and the sickening sound of her own fingers breaking were all she could hear. By the time he reached her left middle finger a terrible cry of pain forced its way from her lips. It was all she could do not to crumble and submit as he finally dropped her to the ground. Agony beyond anything she had ever felt, and some how she was still able to shrink back. The blond woman stared up as he neared, eyes red and stinging with tears, and sat on the ground using whatever strength she could muster to scramble away from him. Not that it did her any good.

"No!" Felicia shrieked as he grasped her hair, that god awful flame surrounding her again. "NO! I don't want -- Stop!" Her voice cracked, thrashing against him as her words became little more then just another loud, piercing cry. After a minute though her arms fell to her sides, bones and cuts healing quickly, fingers twisting back into place in a way that was almost just as painful as breaking them had been in the first place. Healing or not, the 'gift' did nothing to make the pain subside. She could still feel each of the broken bones despite the fact that they had already mended.

Black Cat gave a slight nod, shakily rising to her feet at the instruction, and left to do as she had been told. Some part of her raging at the idea of it, furious that she couldn't stop herself, but it was a small part kicked into very back of her mind by the driving desire to find the pair Dahak had shown her. Find them and place the two on the alter provided to her, so as to avoid a repeat of that last performance.

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lestat_00
2008-09-22 09:10 am UTC (link)

Lestat watched, almost amused, as his power-hungry Armand was the first to step forward and sign up to be one of the generals in this self-proclaimed Satan’s army. The Brat Prince himself preferred to be patient and observe a few others first. Ahhh, chaton, you are so eager to please and you crave your power so obsessively, it’s practically written on your face. Lestat sighed and did a quick mind scan of the others; a few of the minds he found in such disorder, he quickly retreated to save himself the aggravation of trying to make sense of it…one mind made him cock his eyebrow.

The black flame that enveloped Armand’s body, concerned Lestat for a moment, but he soon realized no harm was coming to his old friend…on the contrary, he sensed increased power. With a grin, he brushed away Armand’s blown kiss, “Fool!”, he grumbled.

When ‘Satan’ approached the Hatter, Lestat watched half-heartedly…why would the Prince of Darkness need a mentally handicapped fool to help him do anything? He rubbed his chin and continued to observe the proceedings, as the Hatter was given the gift of near invulnerability.

It was all he could do not to laugh when the woman know as The Black Cat spoke out. She had not only refused to participate, she taunted him as well…such fun. Of course, Dahak’s response was quite entertaining as well…he had lifted her body and slammed it from one tree to another, like some sort of gruesome pinball game…and then the snapping of her fingers…brilliant. Lestat was impressed to the point that he almost applauded.

In the black flame, he had seen the face of Riddick’s roommate, that Lord Vaako he had meant to ‘meet’ anyway, so this was fate. The other was an unusually beautiful young woman…delicate in appearance and probably quite tasty too.

“I believe I’ve seen enough”, Lestat announced, stepping forward. He did not bow or kneel. “I’ll be one of your generals, Dahak. This world is in need of a little shaking up and, you’re correct, we are sheep here. This planet forces us to ‘play nice’ and even socialize with those we should be preying upon”. He turned and looked at the others and then at Dahak, “You can count on me. Let’s have some fun and then get back home where there’s plenty of evil to go around”.

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dahak
2008-09-23 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Dahak could feel the glee that was flowing off of Lestat in waves. The joy at another's suffering fed him as well, and made Dahak at least a bit more pleased that not everyone here would be as foolish as the girl. He watched as the vampire strode up to him, not expecting a bow from this one, not after the last didn't bother to bow at all. He didn't mind their pride, so long as they were willing to serve him. They might try to betray him, but he doubted it, and even if they did, the weren't exactly in his league, especially not with his little battery feeding him.

As Lestat approached, Dahak merely nodded, saying nothing and raising his hand up to Lestat, engulfing his body in the dark fire that had covered his friend. Like his friend, he would feel empowered by it, a new sort of rush that only came with a new plateau of power. Lestat had felt it the first time he'd really fed on a mortal. And he would have felt it again as he fed from Akasha, the Queen of the Damned. Here now, there was a different sort of power flowing over him, something darker, and more sinister.

Like Armand, the rays of the sunlight would no longer hurt Lestat, but empower him. He could drink in the rays of the sun the way that he drank in a mortal's life blood. Not quite as empowering, but a large change from just being able to barely tolerate the sun. Without any particular ceremony Dahak withdrew his hand and the flame died down. Even after the raw power was gone, Lestat would certainly feel like a new vampire, and would probably be able to tell why his friend had been grinning so boldly when he'd left.

"Like Armand, you will no longer feel the burn of the sun. I gave you the same gift, as it seems the two of you have a competition going..." Dahak said softly, and turned from Lestat as other's stepped forward. "I'll be interested to see who wins, Lestat..."

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ex_killer_in438
2008-09-22 05:05 pm UTC (link)

Jackson eyed the others warily,keeping a short but safe distance from them should someone get the bright idea to start shooting or attacking..or whatever it was they did.

His attention,however,was quickly distracted by a..man?a silver mask which he hoped was a man at any rate,that greeted them.Calling them his children which jackson hoped was a term of endearment because,honestly,this guy was a lot creepyier then his real dad had ever been.However,His words,his promises,cause him to smirk

He could free them?the idea of going home...intrigued jackson.He did,after all,have a job to finish.He nodded,almost gasping at the feeling of absolute power that suddenly radiated from the man-like creature.

Jackson watched for a few moments longer, shaking his head sadly at the poor girl as she was slammed from tree to tree,and all of her fingers broken.The sound of it almost made him wince,as he absently stuffed the map in his pocket and stepped foward,eager to see if this man,this creature,could truly deliver a promise that,so far,seemed to be impossable here. "I'll be one your generals,Dahak.Rules after all were made to be broken"He stated.

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dahak
2008-09-23 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Dahak was surprised the Joker was the last to step forward, but equally surprised that Jackson had waited so long. He could sense a deep darkness in this creature, just waiting to be drawn out and brought to life. He would be pleased to be the one to do it, too. As Jackson stepped forward, he would almost feel the glare of Dahak upon him, the black sunken eyes that the mask seemed to imply unflinchingly staring at him for a long moment, as if weighing whether or not this one truly had the gall to follow in the footsteps of darkness. Then slowly, his hand raised up towards the young man.

"Ah, mortal flesh, so pliable, so weak. You sensed other beings of power here, Jackson, and somewhere deep down inside you knew you wanted to join them. I offer you the chance to take a step onto the pantheon of the supernatural... and feel, the glory of it's power..." as he finished speaking the fire surrounded the mortal's body, and he would feel more alive than he'd ever felt in the embrace of that dark energy. It was like the rush of all of his dark feelings suddenly intoxicating him at once, rage and lust and adrenaline all coursing through his veins like fire. The power, there was so much power there to be had, which he had never truly known about. True on his planet the supernatural likely didn't exist, but here... all things were possible for a mortal who desired the strength to dominate.

"You are reborn, my general. Your first gift is one to protect you, from those whose powers might otherwise kill. You will find, as shall they, that your flesh no longer holds it's weakness. Knives will not cut you unless you desire them to, bullets cannot penetrate your skin." Dahak turned from him then. "Go now, and find those you are to kidnap. You've been given a great gift today, Jackson... do not fail me, and there may be more power to be gained in your future..." Dahak said firmly. He would be very interested in this one's progress, now that he was amongst the company of those who had powers, would he choose to linger in the same tiring games of murder he had before? Or would he use his new abilities for even greater chaos?

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lestat_00
2008-09-28 02:06 pm UTC (link)

Lestat tried to read the mind of the man behind the mask and was block and he didn’t like that at all…he was used to having that edge and he liked it. Still, this person, creature, wore a mask…the vampire found that very peculiar. Masks were for people who had something to hide. If this being were indeed Satan, why would he need such a mask? Was this mask hiding a weakness? Was this someone he had already met? Lestat would take the power and certainly follow his lead if he could get them home, but if things went wrong, he would be meat.

The black flame was glorious and washed over him like an orgasm…he could feel that his power was increased and for that he was grateful. His eyes shot over to Wolverine…a mutant…perhaps this Dahak was also a mutant…Lestat stored that possibility away and turned to the masked being and smiled, “Magnificent! I can feel the power. Armand must have soiled himself”, a corner of his lip curled at that. He looked at the other ‘generals’ Dahak had called here and wondered what hope his plans had of fruition. Then the masked one spoke of Armand. Lestat laughed merrily, “You believe that Armand and I have a competition? Mon chere, Armand may believe such a thing, but I assure you, I do not…and, if I were competing it would be no competition”, he turned to select his lizardmen underlings and then turned back around, “Oh, and if you have any doubt as to who the winner would be, my masked friend, I’m thing you must not be omnipotent”.

The vampire Lestat chose two random lizardmen and left the clearing.

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