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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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r_b_riddick
2008-10-15 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Every step he took, the print on his chest glowed brighter and brighter and he could feel... pain,agony, fear. But not his own... no not his.It was Cylus. And somehow without knowing, Riddick knew Cylus could feel him, hear him but then he was being blocked somehow. But still the lingering sense of Cylus hearing him was there.

Riddick needed a plan of action. he could feel himself getting closer to Cylus. The Necromonger Commander that stole his heart and made Riddick feel things he had never felt before. hell made him feel even beyond what Krya had. He couldn't by any means just storm in to the room and take what was his. Lestat was a formidable opponent and right now he held the upper hand.

"Open up for me again Cylus the moment you can. I need to feel you so I can find you.Please hang in there."Riddick thought as he moved quickly but silently. He pleaded in the thought then added desperately as he suddenly felt weak."Don't you fucking die on me! I need you!"

And fuck if he didn't. Just then he felt something a searing pain followed by a burst of pure rage. He looked down, the print was glowing bright blue with... what the hell was that? Blue with an outline of red? He had never seen it before. But then his legs were moving and soon he was standing outside the door of the art gallery.He was about to move when he happened to notice out of the corner of his eye that Lestat was in there.

Quickly moving away, Riddick began to formulate his plan. He needed Cylus. "If you can hear me, I'm here and I need ya Cy. I need your help. Soon I'll have you out of here."

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