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Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-01-18 23:05:00

Entry tags:

malakai chmelyk, rurik markov, timey wimey plot

Who: Malakai and Rurik
What: A(n unwelcome) blast from the past
When/Where: Tonight, Rurik's shop, USA
Warnings: Swearing, vampirism, mentions of abuse and sexual situations likely.
Note: Kai is taking part in the Time Warp, being sent to 100 years in his own past. That puts him at about 1908, where he is much more a typical vampire; crass, violent, and insane. Any italic text is spoken Russian, since Kai's English would be less than fluent at this point.

Malakai's reentry into the waking world was slow, resentful, as he felt the dull throbbing of a hang over assaulting his eyes before they were even open. He took a mostly-unnecessary breath to try and relax the muscles of his face, which led him to notice a few strange things. First, he was no longer in Russia. The air was too... dirty, almost chemical, to be his home. Secondly, there was no trace of the scent of blood in the air, which meant that wherever he was, it was not around vampires.

Thirdly- and most strange- was a familiar human scent pervading the air and, not that he thought of it, a weight at his side. One eye craned open to see a greyed head near his chest; not who he was thinking, and definately not a woman. He grumbled, giving the body a rough shove.

"Come now, off. This is no hotel,"

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spellseeker
2009-01-18 10:20 pm UTC (link)

The shove sent Rurik sprawling to the floor, knocked off balance and pushed right off the edge of the bed. He let himself fall, landing with a dull thud. Raising his head, he peered onto the mattress. Well, that was odd. Kai didn't look any different, to Rurik's keen eyes, though he immediately sensed that something was a bit off, he just didn't know what, and the fog of sleep wasn't helping.

He rubbed at his eyes. "The hell's gotten in to you, old friend?"

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	volos 2009-01-18 10:32 pm UTC (link)
	Malakai scoffed at the words, obviously shocked at the sight of the naked man falling out of bed. Well, finally. "Where the fuck did you come from, anyhow? And where the fuck are we? Old friend," The last words were a sneer, Kai obviously thinking it was some sort of insult, in this context. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	spellseeker 2009-01-18 10:39 pm UTC (link)
	"What's happened to you, Malakai?" Rurik didn't move from the floor, he felt oddly safer there. Not safe, given the blank look in Kai's eyes. He looked as if he were hungry, though he shouldn't be. Rurik didn't think to stop the hand moving to caress his neck. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	volos 2009-01-18 10:44 pm UTC (link)
	"You have not answered my question." He growled, brows creasing in obvious annoyance. "What the fuck have you done with us, witch? Speak fast," Malakai wasn't hungry, necessarily; in simpler terms it was the monster peeking through, obviously on guard with having no idea where he was, or how he got there. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	spellseeker 2009-01-19 03:01 pm UTC (link)
	Rurik shook his head. "I have not done anything, Malakai. Something has happened, to you." He rose up on his knees, not quite willing to get up fully on the bed, but wanting to move in closer and get a better look, search for a clue. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

volos
2009-01-19 06:17 pm UTC (link)

There was a snort, Malakai turning to look for his clothes, starting at the feel of the amulet thudding against his chest. He moved from that to the confusion at the denim on the floor, picking them up like they were alien.

"Yes, something has happened to me. I have been dragged from my home, placed in a strange place with strange clothes, and a snack." There was a beat at that, as he finally gave in and slid the pants on. "Who did this to me, witch?"

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	spellseeker 2009-01-20 07:13 pm UTC (link)
	Rurik pulled a breath. Things were starting to make sense. "What year is it, Malakai?" he asked, based upon Kai's reaction to his jeans and his general confusion. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	volos 2009-01-20 08:09 pm UTC (link)
	"You're answering my questions first, witch," A knife, presumably pulled from the jeans in question, was currently being turned over in his hands, threatening little shows of skill. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

spellseeker
2009-01-20 08:24 pm UTC (link)

"I've done nothing, Kai. You've been affected by some spell, perhaps," Rurik said, and just as soon regretted the word choice. "Not my spell. Some other trickery." The house, Rurik knew, was not quite normal. There was a presence, or three, lurking about, creating mischief, affecting things. He wouldn't have thought it possible to affect Kai as such, but it seemed he'd lost a century's time, give or take.

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volos
2009-01-20 08:44 pm UTC (link)

It was a bad word choice, indeed, and once the sentence left his mouth, Kai was off the bed, roughly pinning the man to the floor on his back.

"Is that right. And just what other witch can you think of, stupid enough to involve themselves with Invidia?" The knife was drifting along the man's clavicle, no cutting, and not anywhere near something dangerous- the threat here wasn't death. That would be too quick. If Rurik didn't start talking, he would have quite some time to regret his choice.

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spellseeker
2009-01-21 08:06 pm UTC (link)

"You think I would do this?" Rurik's voice didn't waver, despite the knife at his skin. He wanted to believe Kai wouldn't hurt him, but if he was in a funk, under a spell, and trapped in the past...Well. A hundred years earlier Rurik hadn't been so sure Kai wouldn't hurt him.

"I don't know who has done it, or why, Malakai, but if you'd give me a chance I could try and find out."

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volos
2009-01-21 08:26 pm UTC (link)

Kai's head cocked to the side just slightly, the blunt side of the knife drawing a line down his skin before he removed it and sat back. He was slightly off his guard, thanks to the almost complete lack of fear in the man.

"Fine." He pried himself away, standing and moving back to the bed. "Let us start with where we are." Rurik's English was much better than his, and while he could recognize it from other languages, he couldn't read or speak it.

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spellseeker
2009-01-22 07:12 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you," Rurik offered a small smile. He didn't care for the knife, but he didn't think it wise to try to take the weapon from Kai. If he was correct in his assumption that Kai had been affected by some spell that sent him back in time a hundred years or so, Rurik thought he was mostly safe from the vampire's instability. He was a willing food source, and his blood was strong. Kai wouldn't kill him, so long as he bared his neck.

"WOuld you tell me, then, what year it is?"

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	volos 2009-01-22 08:04 pm UTC (link)
	He dropped back to the bed, watching the witch warily; something was off. Rurik was acting far too calm to be as confused as Malakai and that was incriminating, in his eyes. "What do you-?" Malakai sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I- 1910? 1912? You know I do not care for such things." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	spellseeker 2009-01-22 08:43 pm UTC (link)
	Rurik nodded. "I thought as much. I don't know any witch powerful enough to send you back in time, Kai. It's 2009. We've passed into the 21st Century." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

volos
2009-01-22 08:51 pm UTC (link)

That answer obviously wasn't good enough, Kai shoving his legs into a pair of nearby sweatpants before launching off the bed again, to loom over the man. "No witch but you, Markov. I suggest you find an explanation, and very quickly." The threat effectively delivered, Kai reached down to pry Rurik up by his arm, mouthing along his neck. He needed to feed, so he could go out and start looking for answers himself.

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spellseeker
2009-01-22 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Rurik felt the wall at his back and the force of Kai's weight against his front. The vampire had him by the arm, in a very delicate position. If he tried to break away, first off he wouldn't get very far, secondly, Kai's grip would likely break his arm. Healing, and especially self healing, was not one of Rurik's strengths.

"I didn't do this, Kai. Why would I? You were sleeping in my bed, or did that escape your notice?" antagonising Kai was not a wise choice, Rurik knew, but he hoped if he kept calm and indifferent to his attack, Kai would realise he was sincere.

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volos
2009-01-22 09:22 pm UTC (link)

He scoffed into Rurik's skin at that, not even bothering to pull back to answer- he knew the witch had the sense to keep him contanied when he was drunk. The fact that he was also in the bed was strange, yes, but if he'd been drunk as well- or, say, drained by a spell- he wouldn't have had it in him to move.

After a moment of silence, just long enough to have Rurik anticipate what was going to happen, Kai bit down roughly, pulling the blood forward by sucking harshly on the skin. It wasn't intimate, it wasn't kind- he was hungry, and wanted to get answers as quickly as possible.

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	spellseeker 2009-01-22 10:04 pm UTC (link)
	Rurik gasped, and his head fell back to thud against the wall. There was a harsh memory in the bite, reminiscent of their early days. He thought to struggle and force his way out of Kai's grip, but knew there would be harsh consequences if he tried. He grit his teeth and fisted his hands, eyes squeezed shut as the ruthless vampire took his blood. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	volos 2009-01-22 10:24 pm UTC (link)
	The only silver lining to Kai's harsher nature was that the encounter wasn't drawn out. He was able to drink his fill in only a few minutes, releasing Rurik back to the wall after a quick healing press of the lips to his skin. That done, he moved back to the piles of clothes, dressing himself haphazardly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

spellseeker
2009-01-24 03:52 pm UTC (link)

Rurik slumped against the wall. Kai had drained him, leaving just enough blood that he wouldn't die. He could feel the slow, steady thrum of the remaining blood flowing through him, the thump of his heart struggling to keep a steady beat. He was dizzy, light headed, unable to move, the effect as damaging as a drug designed to paralyse the limbs.

Unable to do anything more, he closed his eyes and focused on slowing his breath, to allow his blood to heal his body. A hundred years earlier, he would have surely died, but Kai had underestimated him, this time. Rurik wasn't so sure it would happen again, and while he mimicked sleep, his mind worked to consider ways he could contain Kai until he could figure out the expanse of the spell the vampire was under.

First and foremost, he had to figure out who, or what, was behind it. And why.

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