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Tweak says, "Do not save the pilgrim!"

Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-28 15:55:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 17, lestat de lioncourt, lord vaako, richard riddick, yvaine

Who: Vaako, Yvaine, Lestat, Edward, Riddick (Posting order?)
Where: Art Gallery
When: Afternoon
What: Come on and rescue me! /Aretha Franklin
Rating: R to NC-17 for sexuality and violence
Status: Complete

The man who had once been the First Commander of the most powerful and devastating army in the history of his universe, Lord Cylus Vaako, was barely holding onto consciousness. He could barely hold his own body up, even propped up as he was against the wall. He had a very dim view of his surroundings, but found that he was barely able to keep his eyelids open. His head hurt. That was odd enough in and of itself, given what he was. Necromongers barely feel pain.

He'd never felt anything like this, actually. Or not in so many years that he could barely remember what pain felt like. But then, in all the years that he'd been a Necromonger, he'd never allowed himself to go this long without the Purification. It was wearing off, that must be why he was feeling this. Damn it. It really wasn't all that convienant. Why now? He could have done without the splitting headache.

Of course, blood loss could have been a major part of it, too. The vampire Lestat had most definately not been keeping his hands to himself, nor his teeth. That was a good part of the weakness that the Necromonger felt, he was certain. Each and every time Lestat came to him, Vaako was convinced that somehow, this time, he was going to fend him off. And, predictibly, each and every time he failed, the vampire took what he wanted, and left him weaker than before.

Even worse, really, than the horribly intimacy of the vampire's touch, was the fact that he couldn't stop him from doing that, or taking any number of liberties with his body. There was a girl here, too, somewhere. He hadn't been able to talk to her. He didn't know what condition she was in. He couldn't, in fact, concentrate on very much at all. Really, it was all he could do to hold on to the semi-consciousness state he was in.

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fallen_star
2008-10-10 12:17 am UTC (link)

Yvaine must have felt the same relief she heard in the man’s voice when he responded to her. Feeling it would be all right to give her name to this person who was victimized in a similar way as she was, she opened her mouth to speak. What could it hurt? That damnable cretin already knew her name. She had a feeling he could read her mind, and that must be why her head ached whenever he pulled more information from there.

“Yvai-” No sooner had she spoken again than she heard the very voice she had been dreading, and it cut off her words. He realized he was being rude, but it was for the wrong reason. What care had he for politeness when he saw fit to snatch beings away, to siphon energy from them, and to hurt them without a second thought?

She watched him drop down from the ceiling, and she looked up to see where he had been stationed. There was no way he could have gotten up there and stayed. There was nothing to which to cling. Oh… He could fly. She had forgotten. Her eyes hadn’t risen when she’d searched about frantically for him before speaking to the other man.

Crystalline blue eyes observed the man as Lestat drug him nearer. She was careful to avoid looking at the horrendous creature who had kidnapped them. It was a protest of sorts, to ignore her captor. If he was going to be every horrible name of which she could possibly think, then she wasn’t going to show him any reverence or attention at all. Easier said than done, but a star could try.

Yvaine smiled weakly at the very pale man chained beside her. She wondered if that was his natural pallor or if he was as sick and weak as she felt. Despite all of her drained energy, she still glowed dimly- a result of being a star and having a shimmering dust of sorts coating her flesh.

“Vaako, you may call me Yvaine. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.” The star stated with a smile that was only weak due to her lacking energy. She could already feel what she lacked returning to her, bit by bit. She acted as if there was nothing at all wrong with the way they were meeting, as if it were just another day, and they had not been captured. Another way to ignore the villain.

Yvaine refrained from cringing when she heard that terrible vermin singing. She never wanted to hear his voice again, but cringing would be an outward sign of acknowledgment. She couldn’t have that.

The words weren’t so strange to the evening star who had been watching the goings on of Earth for thirty million years, but her Italian was rusty. She mostly watched the land of Faerie, and Italy many there hardly spoke in Italian. It sounded like he was singing to his father about going to Porta Rossa to buy a beautiful ring that pleased him. Even with the loathing of hearing such a foul creature’s voice, she couldn’t deny the song had a certain beauty to it, even with such a simple meaning. Italian in itself was a beautiful language.

Concentrating on the words of the song made it so she wouldn’t have to watch the scene before her unfolding. Because the words had nothing to do with the situation at hand, Yvaine was pleased. Poor Vaako being stripped of his strange armor was not something on which she wished to focus, and translating the non-germane words gave her something to use to detour her mind from her eyes.

Yvaine could ignore the situation and the pasty cur no longer when he tried to pretend that she had thought to harm Vaako. Rather, she hadn’t answered Lestat at all, choosing to ignore him. If he could read her mind, she wouldn’t answer him even there. “No!” She cried out. “I neither said nor thought such a thing you verminous slime! You terrible liar! Damnable clodpoll!” Oh how she loathed him. She pleaded with her eyes for Vaako to believe she had never thought such a thing. She may have a few choice words for those she despised, but she was a gentle heart, and never would she wish for anyone innocent to be harmed.

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