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Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-19 09:12:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 16, kidnapping, lestat de lioncourt, lord vaako, richard riddick, yvaine

Who: Lord Vaako, Riddick, Lestat and Yvaine
What: The abduction of the Necromonger
When: Evening
Where: Starting in Vaako and Riddick's room, and it's Lestat's show after that!
Rating: About an R
Status: Complete

It wasn't really nighttime yet, but Vaako had found himself waiting all day for the sun to set. He'd woken up in Riddick's arms still, and that's how he wanted to go to sleep. Free, free from his wife, forever. The Lord Marshal had said so. On top of that, the previous night had been the first time he hadn't had nightmares since he came to Mirage. Maybe it was that his hand stayed on the glowing print all night long.

He'd gone out, as usual, but found himself wandering aimlessly. He'd found all he could find in the library, he sensed that. There was nothing more books could tell him. They were on uncharted territory. Anyway, the sense of impending doom that he was feeling would have made it impossible to focus on reading. So, instead, he'd wandered through the warm sunshine, and this time, he didn't wear any armor. For the very first time, probably, since becoming a Necromonger, he went out without even one piece of the heavy plate armor. It felt different, walking around without it.

Finally, the sun had set, and Vaako had hurried back to his room... their room. He found himself going immediately to Riddick's bed, where the Furyan was still lying, and immediately joining him. It wasn't time to sleep, of course, but Vaako just wanted to hold him again. He was shocked and amazed that Riddick had allowed it last night. Sighing softly, he held on tight and whispered into the other man's ear.

"I think it's coming for me... I feel it."

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-20 06:10 pm UTC (link)

The entire time Vaako was gone Riddick hadn't left the room. He couldn't. somethings.. i t was like he needed to figure out a plan of action for something he had no clue what would be best to deal with it. He had eaten breakfast in his room, and had worked out until he felt so sore and like his bones would break. He had showered and was back in bed right after.

He felt.. weak yet also like something he couldn't explain. When Vaako returned and came back to the bed, just as the night before he took the pale hand and placed it on his chest and closed his eyes. He said nothing. He couldn't. He wrapped his arms tightly around him and just nodded.

He thought though he couldn't speak. He vowed nothing would hurt Cylus or take him away from him. He vowed he would do anything to protect him even die. He felt that strongly for him. Fuck if.. no he wouldn't. Thinking it meant he would be flooded with the urge to speak it out loud.

At those words, Riddick nodded and held on tighter finally finding a voice and when he spoke it was so odd that this tone would be coming from him.

"I feel it and I will be powerless to stop it. " He frowned just as a pain racked through him coming from the print.. it felt like a warning

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lestat_00
2008-09-22 02:12 pm UTC (link)

Lestat de Lioncourt was a very powerful vampire already, but the ‘gift’ from Dahak had him feeling like he could take on the Planet itself. Yes, he was in a very good mood…one might go so far as to say serendipitous! He was on his way to cause mischief with Riddick again and to kidnap his roommate, Lord Vaako. Lestat smiled when he thought of kidnapping a ‘Lord’…The nobles always taste so sweet…their wicked ways always covered up by their maneuverings, suddenly stripped away from them when I read their minds and confront them. He couldn’t wait to play with Vaako…or to see Riddick’s face when he took him away.

Riddick…Richard…so tough and so much fun to break. He had to restrain himself from dancing as he neared their building. He remembered, days ago, flying Riddick up to the top of a mountain, where he couldn’t escape…he had broken the man, bit by bit…and Riddick had fought, but it ended with the big muscular Furyan slammed to the ground on all fours, stripped of his clothing…ahhhhh…it was glorius! Lestat had to give Riddick credit, for, even while he was brutally pounding him in the ass, the man never once whined or begged for mercy. Hmmm…maybe he will be able to make this ‘Lord’ Vaako beg for mercy…beg for his Richard.

How could he have been so wrapped up in his plans that he did not stop to savor the sun shining fully down on him? He did not burn…he had no pain. Mon Dieu! Ahhh…perhaps that was blasphemous, considering how he came to this experience! He opened his shirt and threw his head back, drinking in the sun’s rays, their beautiful warmth making him almost high…he could smell, with his preternatural senses, the sunshine in his hair and clothing…this was almost erotic to the vampire…and most distracting.

Turning his attention back to the job at hand, Lestat entered the living quarters and moved, like a jungle cat, down to the room Lord Vaako shared with Riddick. With a heavy, golem-like fist, he knocked one…twice…three times.

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lord_vaako
2008-09-23 12:16 am UTC (link)

It wasn't that he could feel Lestat approaching, not exactly. After all, he'd never had any contact with the vampire. He didn't even know about Riddick's experience with him, given that he hadn't been on the Planet yet. Anyway, it was nothing so specific as that. He just felt a little ill, almost shaky. The sense of impending doom got a little more distinct, nothing more. Still, to the Necromonger commander, it was more than enough.

If he would just let himself, he would have been clinging to Riddick. He certainly wanted to. But he was the stoic warrior, a Necromonger, no matter that he was displaced from his time and even his universe, he suspected. He was still who he was, Lord Cylus Vaako of the greatest, most powerful fighting force ever formed. He wouldn't let himself be scared, he wouldn't cower. After all, he'd always known someday, something was going to get him. All Necromongers did. Why not now? And, of course, he'd fight it with every last breath in him.

Very deliberately, he got out of the bed, went over to his own, recently neglected, side of the room. His armor lay there, just where he'd left it, and he began to put it on. Slowly, methodically, he worked. If his hands shook a little, it didn't slow him down for a second. Finally, that was done, and he picked up his large double axe and went back to Riddick's bed. There, he took the Furyan's hand in his. He was ready. Something told him that it was going to happen soon.

The knock came at the door, and it was like confirmation to the dark-haired warrior. It was coming. He should get up, face it. He started to move from the bed. Whatever it was that caused this sickness, this darkness in his mind, he would face it. Honor allowed no other way. His face was perfectly expressionless. It wasn't that he was stupid. He knew this was likely dangerous. But fear had no place in the heart of a warrior, not when he was headed off to battle the unknown.

"Rick... it's here."

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-23 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Never in his life had Riddick experienced a fear that paralyzed him. Never had he felt such fear and darkness that he felt immobile and and helpless. He watched almost as if he wasn't in his own body as Vaako got out of bed and went to his own getting into his armor.

He watched as the stoic Necro came back over to the bed and reached for his hand and Riddick didn't pull back. So much wanted to come out of him. OS much he wanted to say but this feeling.. the darkness , the danger was coming and Vaako was going to be ripped from him.

What was worse, Riddick had felt like he knew this danger. Like he had experienced it himself and now it was coming for Vaako. He had no idea what though. It was just as the knock came and Vaako spoke that Riddick woke up from his state. "I won't let anything happen to y." He growled out.

Just as Vaako got up to go to the door, resigned to whatever fate was behind it, Riddick was up, grabbing his blades quickly and speaking quite firmly. "Stop, Cylus. I'll get this." And before the warrior could respond Riddick was moving ahead of him, the feeling getting worse as he placed his hand on the door knob.

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lestat_00
2008-09-25 11:18 am UTC (link)

Lestat could understand now why Armand was so excited when he hurried off from the forest clearing earlier; although the brat prince was more powerful than just about any other vampire walking the Earth, this Dahak had somehow increased that power even more…he could feel it coursing through his body and he longed to release some of it.

They were on the other side of the door…he smiled, it was, as the saying goes, the smile of the crocodile. The vampire thought back to the announcement he had given his brethren, Come out, come out, wherever you are! He so wanted to whisper it through the door, but he didn’t want to scare them into not coming out. If they remained inside, he’d have to try to go in and then he’d be taking on the planet…and he wasn’t grandiose enough yet to believe he could do that. Ahhhh…the door opens…

He could hear their thoughts…they were frightened, but being brave…good…it was no fun to play with whimpering idiots. As the door came completely open, he smiled widely and bowed…

“Bonjour, Richard, you’re looking well…”, his eyes drifted to the blades in the Furyan’s hands, “…ahhhh, for me? How thoughtful…and I didn’t bring you anything. He opened his shirt, exposing a smooth, muscular chest, “If you are going to do any stabbing, have your fun, but be careful of the shirt, I purchased it in Milan and I shall be very cross with you if you ruin it, Richard”.

Lestat was enjoying himself…this was the Lestat that Louis couldn’t stand to be around, the ‘cat with a mouse’ Lestat; he loved to play, to torment…he couldn’t help himself.

“Hello Cylus!”, the vampire greeted loudly and abruptly, “No need to hide behind your…lover…why Richard, you sly dog…”, he shifted his glowing eyes to Vaako’s, “When I was fucking him, you would have thought it was his first time with a man…”, he shrugged, “Well, maybe with an immortal”, he smiled and puffed his chest out.

With a dramatic sigh, the vampire Lestat, pulled open his shirt and offered his bared torso, “Let’s get this over with, Richard. Stab me or stand aside. I’m here for the lovely Lord Vaako”. Looking over to Vaako he winked, “You’ll be glad I took you. I’ve seen you two together. Richard has no imagination”.

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lord_vaako
2008-09-25 07:25 pm UTC (link)

He was more than a little surprised when he was pushed out of the way by Riddick. Really, it had never occured to him that the man would do anything like that. After all, Vaako was here to protect his Lord Marshal, not the other way around. So he stood back for a second, stunned, as the Furyan opened the door. It didn't take him long to recover, though, and he gripped his large axe firmly as he stepped forward as well.

Of course, all his newly won composure meant very little, as the door opened and revealed a... something. Not human. Every single Necromonger sense that remained in his body was screaming that. Not human. Not alive. Like the previous Lord Marshal, and all the other ones before Riddick, since the beginning. Something dead. And the thing knew his name, his real name.

"Why does everyone suddenly know that name?" The normally impassive man actually sounded more than a little pissed off, but only for a second. His mind was working away a mile a minute, and he found himself very pensive. Dead. Not alive. He stared intently at the creature, at his pale skin.

Dark eyes narrowed as the Necromonger looked back and forth between Riddick and Lestat. Riddick so obviously alive, his sun-dark skin practically glowing with good health. The epitome of life. And Lestat, so pale, so fair. Death incarnate. Which one, really, was worthy to be his Lord Marshal? A breeder, one who was so alive it should be offensive to any good Necromonger? Ort this creature, this undead monster, so much like his previous Lord Marshal?

His lips moved as he looked at the vampire and murmured softly "He's not my lover..." Which was true. What he didn't say, of course, was that he wished it were otherwise. Of course, Lestat could easily read that thought in his mind, if he wished it. And the slight flush that rose to his pale cheeks probably didn't help either.

It was a very close thing. He almost knelt to the vampire, pledged his loyalty. Lord Marshal. Enough of the Necromonger remained, despite the fact that he hadn't been purified in many days, that he almost fell in front of him, offered his alliegance. At the last second, though, he stood straight and tall, and his grip on his weapon firmed.

"Rick... you were intimate with this creature?" His voice was incredulous as he moved forward. "Well, isn't that interesting." He turned to Lestat. "I'm afraid I'm not going with you, and I have no interest in being taken. Thank you for your interest. But I'm going to have to kill you now."

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-26 12:40 am UTC (link)

Fuck. Yes Fuck. because the moment he opened the door and his silvery eyes met those of the creature , Riddick growled and his grip tightened on his blades. H knew this danger and he knew it was a real one. Not one that was to be taken lightly.

What the fuck does he want?Riddick growled out the thought in his head. The damned of it was, the danger was staring him in the face and as predicted he felt helpless just as he had up on that ledge were he had no choice but to give in. This creature... this creature was unlike any Riddick had ever seen and he was sure he had seen the last of him after that night.

He moved forward out of rage and placed one of the sharpened blades at Lestat's throat and one against his chest and his hands were shaking slightly. Which was unusual. But he had felt so weak over the last few days and he hadn't recovered. Perhaps the Rage would come in handy if he could just get the strength.

"I'm not letting you walk out of here with him Lestat. If you want him then you'll have to kill me." He was shocked he actually meant all that since well this was still new. He didn't deny the lover part though it was untrue. And his blades bit into the creatures neck as he mentioned that night before Cylus was brought to him. He let his guard down just a little to look at Cylus.

"It wasn't wanted, Cylus. It was against my will.. this creature is fucking insane and even I can't fight him." Really it was quite brave. He was scared shitless that he would loose Cylus even if they managed to get rid of Lestat. And the fact that Lestat was an undead creature.. much like the other Lord Marshal didn't go unnoticed.

It was brave of Cylus, Riddick noted that he was ready to fight. But he stood between the two, he would not let anything happen to Cylus. He prayed to whoever would listen to give him back his strength and ability to shut everything out. His blades once more pushed into pale skin. and he growled out. "Get the fuck out Cylus now."

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lestat_00
2008-09-26 11:56 am UTC (link)

Lestat laughed, “You deny being lovers, but lovers you are…”, his eyes narrowed, “…it means more than just the physical act of fornication…at least it did in my day”.

This Lord Vaako was even more than Lestat had dared hope for…he couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across his face as he read the man’s thoughts. Necromongers…interesting theology…and this one is still very much brainwashed. I do so love a religious fanatic.

Leveling his glowing eyes to look directly into those of Lord Vaako’s, the vampire Lestat spoke in a smooth, silky voice, “I’m afraid that the choice of going with me is not yours, mon chere. You will be going with me. As for killing me, I am already dead”, he stood proudly and arched an eyebrow, “You should be on the floor kissing my feet, Necromonger, not speaking to me disrespectfully. I am the living embodiment of all you long for…of all your scripture holds to be holy! I am the living undead. I do not breath, I do not eat, my heart does not beat…and yet, I live…and I am stronger than man and my senses are finer…”, he snarled, for effect, “…blasphemer!”, he pointed at Vaako, “…for this filthy breeder you make your entire life a lie and you risk your eternal soul!”.

Riddick’s blades cut him as the man was reminded of how he’d been taken.
Ugh, shut up Riddick, you’re stepping on my performance. Turning to Riddick, Lestat licked his lips and sneered, “Wasn’t wanted? Please, you all but begged me to make you my bitch, Richard”. He looked the man up and down, wondering if there was time to give him some more, “Insane? Now that’s a bit harsh, but it is true…you can’t fight me”.

When the blades pressed into him again, Lestat laughed and tore them from the man’s grip, “You got blood on my shirt, asshole! I told you not to get blood on my shirt, didn’t I?”. Like lifting a ragdoll, the vampire picked Riddick up over his head and threw him about 20 feet down the hall and into the wall. Then he turned to Lord Vaako and tilted his head, “Don’t be a moron”, he sighed, ripping the axe from his hand and breaking the handle free from the head, “I am your new Master”, he growled, just before backhanding him hard enough to knock him unconscious.

Tossing the limp, armored form of Lord Vaako over his shoulder, the vampire Lestat leisurely made his way back out into the sun, sending his mind out to find the unusual woman that was next on his list.

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fallen_star
2008-09-26 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Yvaine had felt extremely uneasy the previous evening. She had awakened with a knotting so tight in her belly that she felt physically ill. She could not figure out what was wrong with her, but the feeling of foreboding hadn’t passed no matter how long she waited in her starry room, so she’d opted not to go out that evening. Instead she sat in her room silently, watching the twinkling of the strange, far away stars in her night sky room, thinking upon how much she missed her own sky, her sister stars, and her mother moon. She’d fallen asleep a few hours before dawn.

The following evening after sun down, the star awoke to find that, though the queasiness had passed, her belly was still knotted. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life- which would be a quite a long time for an immortal- in her room. Yvaine had to get out, to breathe in the fresh air, to live a life. Besides, there was so much of the resort she had yet to see.

She combed her hair and donned a new dress that looked remarkable like the one she had been wearing. Stars didn’t truly have to change their clothing- not in the sky, but while she was upon the earth, she had gotten the dress dirty through her traveling around the grounds. She herself was not so dirty. Luckily the dress had picked it all up. As a star, she didn’t really have to sweat out toxins or release bad things from her body because stars didn’t do such things. They only excreted a dust of sorts that helped them shimmer and glow brighter.

Yvaine vacated her residential unit and began heading toward the main building, her glow dimmer than usual for the knot of anxiousness in her belly.

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lestat_00
2008-09-28 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Having bound the unconscious Lord Vaako securely, Lestat left the art gallery, licking the alien blood from his lips. It was similar to the human blood he was used to but different enough to make it interesting to his palate. He smiled as he entered the night, he wished he had longer with Vaako…he was a handsome man and he could see what drew Riddick to him…but enough of this, he had another victim to abduct.

He headed toward housing building A, knowing his victim was there, and was pleasantly surprised to see his prey heading his way. This was too good. The vampire wanted to laugh out loud, but he remained silent and hid before she saw him. He sent out his mind, A star?! Mon Dieu!! Is such a thing possible? Yesssss…it is! How grand!

From her right, out of sight, he sang, “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight…”, then he moved quicker than the eye could follow…he hovered above her now, “…I wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight…”. With an evil laugh, the vampire Lestat dropped from the sky and wrapped his arms around the delicate star… “Yvaine, such a lovely name for a star”, he purred, his breath hot against her neck, “I believe a work of art such as yourself should be in a gallery and, so, I shall take you directly there. I am Lestat de Lioncourt and, once we are alone, we have much to discuss”, he kissed her neck.

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fallen_star
2008-09-28 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Yvaine, despite her uneasy feeling, never would have guessed that a vampire had spotted her and was already stalking her. She may have been a star with excellent vision and excellent hearing- though maybe not so grand as that of an elf- but she was little more perceptive than a human when it came to tracking or scouting or sensing immediate danger. In truth, the only thing that might have triggered her- had she ever felt the feeling before and known what it meant- was a bit of light headedness she felt all of a sudden with a miniscule bit of pain that was more like an annoying ache. It passed almost as soon as it had arrived, but it made her pause to place a slender hand upon her forehead while she regained her bearings. What was wrong with her?

Suddenly, she heard a voice she did not recognize singing a lullaby with which she was definitely familiar, for she was the first star of the evening sky. If she didn’t feel so sick with anxiety and fear at the quickness of his movement, she may have almost felt relieved that someone in this place could recognize a star when he saw one. Clear blue eyes were wide as she tried to pinpoint his location when he removed himself from the right, her head whirling around, hair flying behind her. What was he? She heard his voice above her then, but when Yvaine tilted her head back to look he was suddenly behind her with his arms about her waist. Her heart beat frantically beneath her breast, and her glow was even dimmer, though it was impossible that it would ever go completely dark.

A cold chill passed over the star woman’s spine, pebbling her flesh, and her breath caught in her throat. She struggled against him, trying to free herself. It didn’t matter that her efforts were futile and her strength as minimal as a mere mortal. This situation was infinitely unpleasant, and he was definitely on her bad side now. Though her fear was great, her voice was strong. “Release me this instant you cretinous… verminous oaf! I did not give you my name, clodpoll, and you’ve no right to have it!” She was furious, and she could feel that anger fueling her, overpowering her fear. “You disgust me to the core of my being, lackwit!Her elbows jammed back into the abdomen of the man. His breath may have been hot, but his lips were cooler. They weren’t quite cold, but they didn’t seem nearly warm enough. She jerked her throat away from him as best she could as she trembled from both fear and from fury. “There is nothing to discuss, you coxcomb! I said to let me go!”

This had been why she’d been so mistrustful of Ayla when she had first met her. People were rude and terrible creatures, whether human or no. Something told Yvaine this man was no human. Mortal women could throw a punch to a man in the gut, and he would be affected by it. Lestat- the numbskull who was suddenly whisking her away most unpleasantly- didn’t seem to care that her sharp elbows pummeled into him. The evening star growled in a most unladylike- and unstar-ladylike for that matter- manner as she struggled to free herself from this man-like beast.

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