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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-26 19:42:00

Entry tags:

armand, complete, day 17, kibeth, max evans, the doctor, violet baudelaire

Who: Armand, Max, Violet, Doctor, Kibeth (Posting order, if that's cool?)
Where: The spa
When: Early evening
What: Rescue time!
Rating: R, cause of it being Armand and all
Status: Complete

He was just waiting. Waiting for instructions on what to do. He had his victims, and he was ready to do what he was supposed to. Or... mostly. There was only one slight little hitch to that plan. Violet, no problem, he could sacrifice her or whatever was required any second he was asked to. He didn't have anything against her, but he didn't have any particular reason to want to save her, either.

However... the snag was with Max. The teenaged boy was intoxicating. Literally, actually. And Armand found himself unable to stop from occasionally biting the alien, draining a little bit more of his blood each time. The boy was very pale. He was coming close to breaking the rules, to killing. And, somehow, at the same time, he knew he would fight Dahak if necessary to protect the alien boy. An odd sort of dual way of feeling, but Armand didn't worry about that much.

The vampire sat comfortably on the alter he'd set up. He'd been there for hours, unmoving. Max lay draped in his lap, and Armand played softly with his hair. Together, they sat, and waited. Max was conscious, but barely. He would likely be in a delerium induced by lack of blood, and the bond that had so ensnared the vampire. Armand showed no indication of letting him go anytime soon, if ever.

There was the girl there, too, of course. Violet. Such an intruiging, logical little creature. He had spent quite awhile busy with her mind, and knew nearly everything there was to know about her. Suddenly, he spoke. "Come here, little girl." His fingers continued to play gently with the hair of the boy draped in his lap. "Come here, I want to give you a candy."

He reached into his pocket, and knowing full well that she was allergic to peppermint, he pulled one of the candy's out. He'd gotten this just for this purpose. And entering the mind of the child, he compelled her towards him, compelled her to take the candy.

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alien_max
2008-09-28 02:54 pm UTC (link)

They were in the spa…Max had wondered why this creature had brought him and the girl to the spa…it made no sense. Why didn’t the vampire just kill him and get it over with? In and out of conscientiousness, Max had seen an altar of some sort…what was an altar doing in the spa? Maybe it was a hallucination…he was so weak from blood loss and his soul felt ravaged by the things it had seen and experienced. He had seen and felt Armand’s past. He had enjoyed stalking ‘prey’ and killing people. He had reveled in orgiastic sex with women, men and boys and he had indulged in many other sexual depravities and vampiric cruelties. He was soul weary.

He lay across Armand’s lap like a tired and pampered lover. He couldn’t move because he was too weak and he hated Armand for this and he hated himself…he hated himself because the bonding had left something…it had left a fondness for the one he should hate…no, he did hate…wanted to hate…he hated that having his hair played with felt good. No, Max needed to get himself together…he needed time alone…why wouldn’t Armand leave him alone?

There was a girl there. If Max could only get his strength back, he could use his powers to get them both to safety and then alert everyone…get help. Maybe Ginny knew some spells to help with vampires. He needed to rest…needed Armand to stop drinking from him…stop bonding with him. Again, his mind wandered a bit, wondering what the vampire could possibly be getting from their bond…from seeing his life, his past, from feeling his feelings…then, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard Armand talking to the girl. He was calling her over to give her a candy? Why would he want to do that? From what Max had experienced in their bond, he didn’t seem the kindly, candy-giving type. Barely moving his head, his eyes squinting open, the alien boy warned, in barely a whisper, “No…”.

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ladyofscience
2008-09-28 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Violet had indeed come over and accepted the candy, to her mind it did not look much less smell like the very thing she was quite allergic too (that being peppermint). So she popped it into her mouth before going back to her little kit and her project. Armand had no idea she was working on a possible escape since the little project to the untrained eye looks like a simple child's toy.

Within a few minutes was when it happened, Violet being nailed by a full blown allergic reaction. A rash covered the younger girl's face as her nose began to run with mucus and the waves of nausea started to hit. Before too much longer she would pass out from not being able to breath and the effects once she was healed would linger for at least a day or two. But all Max and Armand would see right now was the rash and her runny nose along with her eyes starting to water. Her throat was starting to close up as she slumped to the floor with a thud,the kit making the fall a little less painful.

Once Violet comes to she would be covered with bruises and the rash, but the memories she would fight would linger longer.

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notginger
2008-09-29 07:16 pm UTC (link)

There was very little that got past the Doctor. The moment the lizards had appeared on the planet he'd felt something strange in the air, and it hadn't taken him long at all to notice the curious footprints. On closer examination, he'd narrowed their origin down to an reptile source although not one commonly found on Earth. After finding nothing at all, the Doctor began to doubt himself; perhaps they weren't reptiles but amphibians. With that in mind he'd started to check out all of the watery areas he knew of around the planet.

He'd already covered the outdoors, so it was only as a last resort that he decided to peek into the spa before hading back to the TARDIS for further research. On trying the door he found it locked - perhaps many people would have simply walked away, but giving the Doctor a locked door was like giving a child a cookie they weren't allowed to eat. It was simply irresistible. Plus, he was looking for something that was clearly keen to hide itself, and he wasn't about to let a door stand in his way. Not when he had the ultimate lock-picking device on his person. After glancing up and down the corridor, the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started manipulating the lock, the strange electronic sound not quite loud enough to cover the clicking of the locks as the door gave in and creaked open.

Not exactly expecting to find anything, the Doctor popped his head into the room and was unsurprisingly shocked by the strange sight that greeted him.

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ex_disreputa173
2008-09-30 11:47 am UTC (link)

Kibeth had spent the past few days wandering the resort, mostly trying to avoid people until she had a better idea of what this place was about. She carried a small notebook with her in which she was carefully marking down every new thing she came across. If she was going to write a whole new Charter, it was best to get started.

Normally, she'd have walked right by a locked door, figuring whatever was on the other side could wait until she'd figured out some of the other mysteries of this place. But someone picking a locked door, now that was far more interesting. She crept up behind the lock picker, so as not to disturb him.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked, just as the lock gave and the man pushed the door open. She sucked in a breath as she took in the scene. "Better question" she said, her tone far more serious "What's going on here?"

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