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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 15, 2010 16:33:13 GMT 12
Yeah, You know technically, I'm not even really supposed to be here right now, So fuck it, Might as well make the most of it. Some of us don't get a second chance. But I ain't blowing this one. Naw man, haha, Shit I feel like I can do anything now The wind whipped around the cliff top, sending a fine shower of dirt and stones tumbling off the edge into the water below. The sun was almost gone below the horizon, reddish orange rays glinting off the blue sea, giving it the look of fresh blood. It was still hot, the days heat having soaked into the rocky cliff and into the odd patches of grass that dotted the top of it. Sprawled on one of these patches, barely big enough to fit the whole of him, lay a huge man, easily 6'8", and solid muscle. Tousled blond hair swayed slightly in the wind as he lay, seemingly asleep or dead, long pale lashes fanning over high cheekbones, his face regal, handsome, absolute GQ material.
The soft sound of his breathing was the only noise in the silence of the beach, and his tee-shirt covered chest rose and fell ever-so-slightly, proving he wasn't dead. Long legs covered in leather pants lay spread slightly, and the shitkickers on his feet made him look dangerous. A long black leather trench coat lay beside him, neatly folded and within arms reach. He was armed, the straps of holsters for both guns and daggers across his chest and around his waist. He was a warrior, Rhage was, yet he looked almost innocent sleeping there, though still perfectly able to kill. Maybe that's what made him so intriguing.
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 15, 2010 18:02:19 GMT 12
"Are we there yet?" Nehvae turned incredulous eyes on the four year old boy who was walking beside her, trotting to keep up. She slowed her pace slightly and shook her head. "Please Mickey, don't go into that." The boy nodded gravely and they kept walking in silence for a while. "When will we get there?" She stopped abruptly and frowned at him. "What?" He said, a little to innocently. "I never said are we there yet?" Nehvae shook her head in a patient yet long suffering way. "We're almost there" She pointed with a finger to where they were heading. The Cliff. Once again she was going to this place to point out the dangers. They weren't getting anywhere near the edge though. The winds were so strong up there that they might push Micky off. She frowned, seeing a large man lying in the grass not far away. "Micky, stay with-" "Look!" He yelped, pointing his little finger at the man. "Is he dead?" He took off before Nehvae could catch him, moving with a speed that was at odds to his small frame. "Micky!" Nehvae raced after him, drawing the gun that she kept with her at all times as she ran. As the boy ran he stumbled over a large jacket that lay beside the sleeping man, going off balance and falling, right on top on him.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 16, 2010 17:08:36 GMT 12
The cooling air was refreshing against his skin, the salty sea breeze playing with his hair and tugging at his clothes. It was peaceful, serene, until he heard a frightened call of a female, pattering feet, then had the breath knocked out of him as something, someONE, landed on his chest. Eyelids snapped up, Teal eyes instantly alert as his whole body shifted, rolling instinctively before springing to his feet, hands raised defensively infront of his chest. At first, he didn't spot what had landed on him until he glanced down, seeiing a little boy, no older than five, sprawled on the ground where he had been moments ago. Starting to relax, he glanced up at the frantic yell of the female he had heard earlier, no doubt calling the child. His whole body stilled as he saw her, young looking, thin, charging towards him with a gun drawn. His model good looks went blank, and his hands lifted again, crossing over and each drawing a gun from his pair of underarm holsters.One pointed loosely at the ground, though ready to jump into the action, the other pointed unwaveringly at the woman coming closer. 'Drop the gun.' His deep, rich voice fitted well with his looks, sliding over the skin like velvet, but there was no mistaking hat he was dangerous, and willing to do anything to protect himself.
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 16, 2010 17:19:58 GMT 12
The man lept up, drawing a pair of guns from holsters in his side. Nehvae froze in her tracks but didn't drop the gun like he told her to. She kept it up, pointing at the mans chest in the same way his was at hers, knowing that he could probably shoot faster then her. "Micky, come here." Her voice was low and deceptively calm as the frightened boy scrambled backwards away from the man, his brown eyes wide with shock. She would shoot if the man made any move towards him, there wasn't any doubt in her. Despite his amazing looks and a voice to match, nothing would sway her when it came to her adoptive son.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 18, 2010 16:52:47 GMT 12
Teal eyes narrowed as he watched her, a growl of irritation welling up as he realised why she was pointing the gun at him. 'I'm not going to hurt you or the child, he just gave ,me a shock.' Dropping one gun, he tucked it back into it's holsetr, the other he stuck into the waistband of his pants, safety on, easily accessable. 'The guns wouldn't have come out if yours hadn't, so put it away before it annoys me if you please.' He had never been one for good manners, much preferring to persuade or order, but he proved that he did actually know how to behave properly towards someone, even if it was only because she wouldn't listen if he ordered her, and wouldn't respond if her tried to persuade her.
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 18, 2010 17:00:25 GMT 12
She hesitated, watching him warily, keeping the gun up until Micky was safely behind her, then she lowered the muzzle slowly. Her eyes fixed on the man she flicked the safety on and replaced the gun in her pocket. It was done grudgingly, and she kept her hand near her pocket anyway. "I'm sorry if I don't take your word on it." She said, not sounding at all repentant. She reached a hand behind her and found Micky's shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze of reassurance as the boy clung to her leg.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 19, 2010 19:15:05 GMT 12
As soon as her gun disappeared, he completely relaxed and dropped back down into a seated position, legs folded underneath him. A smile spred over his face, stunning features relaxing into easy camradarie as he looked at the young male, Micky if he had picked it up right. 'Hey, wanna tell me what you were so excited about?' He asked the child, voice friendly, interested.
[sorree...=\]
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 19, 2010 19:44:01 GMT 12
Micky stayed hidden behind Nehvae's legs, watching the monster man with dark, grave eyes. Once the gun came out it was dangerous, even if it was back in his adoptive mothers pocket. The fact that she seemed to think that she needed to reassure him meant there was something that he had to worry about. His eyes tracked the big man as he sat down on the grass, the shock wearing off until a gleaming curiosity shone in their depths. Nehvae mostly kept them both separate from any other contact, and although it got lonely he knew there was a definite point to their self imposed exile. The safety in numbers rule didn't apply here. Their families had made that mistake before. Stepping out from behind Nehvae he regarded the man carefully, judging whether it was safe to reply to him. He knew what Nehvae would think, but it was her job to be cautious and over protective. It was his job to put her out of her comfort zone. Like with the Harpy before. "I thought you were dead." He said blandly. "I was going to poke you." Humor glinted in his eyes as Nehvae made a disbelieving noise behind him. He hadn't been going to, she had taught him to respect the dead. "Then I was going to go find a Zombie and invite it to dinner."
Nehvae groaned and caught a hold of the boys dirty shirt in case he thought of going near the man. She could never tell what he was going to do.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 20, 2010 10:07:07 GMT 12
He couldn't help but laugh, the rich sound rolling from him like velvet. 'I think I'd feed more than one Zombie, if you ask me.' He smiled, teal eyes glowing as he settled into the conversation he was having with this young boy, no matter what his young mother thought. 'Have you seen any Zombies? They're really quite scary. Wouldn't they be lonely? No one goes near them. It would be a horrible way to live.' He shrugged, blonde hair spiking up in the wind blowing out to sea.
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 20, 2010 12:02:48 GMT 12
His eyes lost the humor in them and he scowled, "Zombies are bad. They don't deserve my thimpathee." He walked towards the man only to find that Nehvae's tight hold on his shirt stopped him from going further. He leant forwards instead and stretched his hand out towards the man. "I'm Micky. That's Nehvae. She's my new mum." He looked over his shoulder at the woman in question. Her face was strained and she was obviously very uncomfortable with their situation.
Nehavae tightened her grip on Mickys shirt as he leaned forwards, she allowed him to move forwards a bit though. She watched the man intensly as the boy reached out a hand to shake, keeping a vlose eye on any sign of violence from the man.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 20, 2010 17:14:53 GMT 12
Rhage nodded instantly, realising his mother, Nehvae, had taught him that they were bad. 'I know they're bad, and I know they don't disreve anything, much less any sympathy, but it makes you think about it. A good thing to ponder on a wet day, when you're bored.' As the child reached out, Rhage did so too, his huge hand enveloping the small one as he shook it solemnly. 'It's nice to meet you Micky, and your mum too. My name's Rhage.' It was then that he realised, through some flaw of his thinking, he had managed to end up with a forked tongue, making his 's' sounds longer, more hiss-like. Damn. Biting his lip, he shut his eyes briefly, hand releasing the boys, as turned it back, grumbling about faulty genetics the whole time.
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 20, 2010 17:46:51 GMT 12
Nehvae let Micky introduce her, she didn't speak though, just frowned as she caught a glimpse of a forked tongue. Forked tongue notwithstanding, He had been careful as he had shake Micky's hand, so she was willing to cut the guy a bit of slack. Slowly she released Mickys collar, she still kept her right hand near her pocket with the gun, but you couldn't blame her for being cautious.
The boy grimaced in a long suffering way. "I can't. When it's to wet to go out, Mummy teaches me about maths and history and GeMocs and how to make things AND anything else she can come up with. When it's like this we go out though. Yesterday she took me to that funny place with mossy mud that eats people!"
Glancing at Micky with a slight frown she shook her head and decided that what he had said needed a bit more detail. "I teach him about things he needs to learn. And I take him to places that he needs to know the dangers of." Her voice was grim, she didn't want to press how much danger they were in on him, but if that's what he needed to survive then she would, even if it robbed him of his innocence.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 22, 2010 16:38:35 GMT 12
Nodding at what the woman said, Rhage asked the boy a question, in a way offering to further his education. 'If I told you what I was, would you tell me what you know about my race? It might be easier to learn with someone who knows firsthand.' He grinned, perfect teeth elongating, becoming slightly pointed, though he didn't go much further than that, and wouldn't, the full change taking up to an hour to complete. But he still knew almost everything about what his race could do, and how most of them acted. He'd had a long life, all of it spent learning.
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 22, 2010 17:06:42 GMT 12
As the boy nodded eagerly at the Rhage's request, Nehvae slowly dropped her hand from where the gun was, although her eyes were still wary as she watched him. As the boy moved closer to the giant of a man, Nehvae followed, somewhat grudgingly, keeping Micky within easy reach the whole time.
>Soz<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 27, 2010 11:46:41 GMT 12
Rhage paused for a moment, thinking, then grinned again. 'Even better, you can show off a little. I'll show you something I can do, and you have to guess what I am. Then I'll "teach".' He needed to practise his control over his change anyway, as was obvious with the unexpected appearance of a forked tongue earlier. He saw the woman release her gun, which he knew was in her pocket, and move closer, warily trusting the boy's instincts. He wasn't going to hurt them, that was far past his ethics, what little of them he had. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the hem of his black shirt and tugged it over his head, revealling lightly tanned muscle and sinew, ropes of muscle that spoke of strength. Strapped across his bare chest were leather holsters, with daggers and throwing stars slipped into the small slits in the material, and yet another gun, firmly holstered at his side. Placing his shirt on his legs, he spread his arms and closed his eyes, retreating into his mind, locating the place where he was able to make the change. The skin on his chest and arms rippled, and slowly changed into rock-hard scales that were viciously pointed and in many different colours. When he opened his eyes, they were a solid white, but he still grinned and flexed his hands, long obsidian claws emerging from his fingers. It took about five minutes to do that alone, even with him staying in his human form. 'Take a guess.'
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