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Post by Doctor on Jul 11, 2010 0:32:53 GMT -8
Anshel shook his head in disapproval, agonizing with Azura.
"I am so sorry for your situation." He'd been there before. He knew the torture of constant denial. "Melora doesn't realize what she's doing, I'm afraid," Anshel tried to explain. "If you're really uncomfortable, just say. I'll reign her in."
He ran a hand down the side of a display case to find nothing dangerous but a few loose splinters. Anshel continued to talk in his usual lilt.
"Even then, I'm not sure what I can do for you. You might still have to suffer the drool and tentative dry-humping." He didn't dwell on it now, but he'd speak with Melora soon enough. Anshel chalked her lack of consideration up to youth, but that was no way to treat a man, much less an honored diplomat.
The judge completed the scan of the wing and found nothing. He told Azura such and suggested they leave the uneventful hall for elsewhere.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 12, 2010 20:35:19 GMT -8
Melora overheard the conversation and instantly annoyance overtook her. "Kiss me, Melora." She mocked in her head. She rolled her eyes before approaching the pair, thinking with each step about how best to handle to situation. When she was about a yard away, she had decided. She took a place beside Anshel, on the other side from Azura. "Found you. Have you finished searching yet?" Her voice was indifferent and held the same usual tone it always did. Azura was playing the part of the gentleman by not mentioning her smell and annoyance with her, so she'd play the part of the lady and stand further away from him, though standing next to Anshel wasn't something she particularly enjoyed. For now she'd deal with it. "I'm properly dressed now. Thank you, Azura."
He said I smell. Vetis had a distinguishable pout to her voice.
You do. Melora noted back. She'd gotten used to the awful smell by now, but when the drugs had worn off she definitely noticed. How do you think I feel? I'm used to smelling like perfume. Still, the terrible smell would hopefully serve to ward of vampires and their easily offended senses, so hopefully that would become an advantage.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 12, 2010 20:43:06 GMT -8
Azura nodded his head politely, expression giving nothing away. it was good timing that she'd come when she did. he was about to make a rather scathing remark about her, but luckily he was able to bite his tongue as he caught whiff of her down the hall.
"We're not finished yet, but if you'd like to join us you can show us where he found you."
His eyes narrowed at the mere thought, small growl rising in his throat once more over the absolutely asinine fact that Melora's father had found a way in with his Gallu.
A battery of questions bombarded him: Was there a traitor amongst his own? Had they known about he and Melora's teaming up from the beginning? Was this all just some clever, roundabout way to distract them long enough to steal information from right under their noses?
He had to know what was going on, the safety of his clan, as well as two Banglaire, depended on it.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 12, 2010 20:55:51 GMT -8
"Right. I believe I remember where it is." Melora had to forcibly correct her voice in that statement, reminding herself not to sound annoyed with him. "Follow me." They were off again, down a few hallways, round a few corners and finally they were in the dark hallway again. Melora visibly shivered as they passed a bit of her blood on the floor. Her bitten hand immediately rested on her opposite side, crossing her arm across her midsection. The hall was making her more than just a little uncomfortable, and it was hard to hide that fact. "I came through the hall there," She used her bad arm to gesture down the hall, "And came to about here." She stepped into the place she was attacked, right above her own blood. "I didn't see him when I entered the hall, but I was grabbed here and held. Then he bit and...." She trailed off there, concern spreading across her features. Would it be possible for him to still be here? If he was, he'd attempt to turn her again before the night was over. But she honestly didn't want to spend any more time with Azura than she'd have to right now.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 12, 2010 21:06:30 GMT -8
Azura tensed, getting a bad feeling from this hall in general. Just where was everyone? It seemed that this section of the house wasn't even in use, almost abandoned looking in nature. A few doors were open along the expanse of the walls to one side, the dirtied windows with their shutters on the other. The doors that were open led to rooms void of personal furnishings, just the basic essentials: bed, washroom, and dresser.
"This place gives me the creeps..." He said quietly, his voice echoing slightly off the barren walls.
With so many Gallu in the house, why weren't they expanding here? Azura was never one to be afraid of the dark...or anything for that matter, but the vibes coming from the dark around them felt like eels coiling around his heart and lungs, causing them to seize in fright.
"We should ask about this place. And Melora? Please don't wander down here again, if you can help it."
Out of instinct he began to back up, one step at a time, keeping his eyes trained dead ahead of him down the hall where everything vanished into an inky blackness too dense for even his sight to penetrate.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 12, 2010 21:19:53 GMT -8
"I agree..." But even as she spoke, something drew her thoughts to the end of the hallway, to a room that was closed off. While Azura was backing up she took steps towards it, even though every sense she had was telling her to stop. But what was there that was keeping her from turning on her heels and fleeing from the place where she'd been attacked. Pulling her gun from her side she held it loosely in her hand, not wanting to aggravate the wounds on her hand further.
"Azura, there's something in that room there." Her boots clicked against the floor of the hall as she came closer to it, not even looking back to see if Azura was following. It was like being in a dream. The walls had faded into the background, everything was telling her to go to the door. It was as if she was being pulled in by an unseen force. Finally she had stopped directly in front of the door itself. Just an ordinary door, but for her it seethed with an unknown power. It seemed to loom over her.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 12, 2010 23:57:07 GMT -8
Coming upon the sparse and strange hallway left Anshel a bit spooked. Why would anyone allow a part of their home to get this creepy? This was just asking for trouble. Azura's backwards shuffle left him no less apprehensive and he began to do the same. That is, until Melora decided to be the one girl in the horror film that was life to senselessly gravitate towards death.
I think the demented man who just tried to turn me undead is behind this door; let me open it! If he had been possessed by a demon, they'd certainly feel scalded by his overly caustic thoughts.
Quickly, Anshel sprung up behind her and bent his knees enough to grab her fully around the waist, eager to get her away from the suspicious door. Afraid to aggravate her wounds, he avoided lifting her up, instead shuffling them out of the shadows and into the lit side of the hall.
"I trust your instincts, Melora. So how about we stay over here and not open the door?" He whispered in her ear trying to sound logical, but he had a feeling it came out condescending again.
"Can you summon some reinforcements or something?" He tossed back to Azura.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 13, 2010 0:09:08 GMT -8
"Summon? I'm not a Satanist, Anshel." Azura spoke incredulously, letting out a massive breath once his friend went forth to fetch Melora. He sure as hell wasn't going to. Whatever was behind that door was making damn sure it kept the vampires away, whether they knew what was going on or not.
"We'll have to go back and ask them about this. It fucking weirds me out and I'm getting scary vibes from-" He paused, cocking his head to the side as his eyes went out of focus for a moment.
"Blackraven?"
The question came out as almost a whisper, both of his human companions would have had to strain to hear.
The ghost before him was a Gallu; a small child, and she was telling him to get the hell out of that hallway. She didn't actually say anything, but it was the set of her eyes on her gaunt face, and the puncture marks on her neck that seeped darkened matter which could only be the ethereal form of blood. Off to the right, another appeared, this one a young man. He wasn't speaking either, but he was staring apprehensively at the door Melora was just dragged away from.
They needed to regroup.
"Seriously, let's go." he said nervously. If he was shaken, they should have taken the hint and followed him out.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 13, 2010 0:18:16 GMT -8
She snapped out of it the second Anshel was whispering in her ear. Partially because she was drawn back to reality, but also because Anshel whispering anything in her ear while holding her round the waist grossed her out.
"Okay, Okay....let's depart from this place then. What ever is behind that door doesn't need to be dealt with for now I suppose..." But the curiosity in her lingered. Whatever was there had to be linked to the way her father got here, and if I were to go unexplored it was possible that he had a direct link to this place. She would explore when she wasn't being watched over, she decided.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 13, 2010 0:43:07 GMT -8
Anshel closed the door behind them, sealing the three in the spaciousness of Azura's quarters. It wasn't the most compelling of interior designs, but it was clean and rich-looking and there were fresh bedclothes laid out.
It was decided their personal investigation of the ominous hallway would be postponed. The Gallu would gather what information they could until Melora finally rested and they could face the possible threat refreshed and not half-hallucinating from sleep deprivation and sweet, sweet drugs. Safety and preparation were priorities.
Anshel placed a hand on Melora's shoulder and gestured towards the bathroom. The quicker she washed up, the sooner she could sleep and start healing. And stop leading them down sketchy, haunted hallways.
"Can we get some cots?" He asked Azura.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on Jul 13, 2010 0:47:19 GMT -8
Rima yawned. The old leather bag was lain on her bed, practically begging to be packed so she could make her leave. She was not oblivious to the outside world; often a sensation of excitement would overtake her, but only during one event: an art gallery opening. She didn’t know where or when, but Rima knew in her gut it was fast approaching.
Her shoulder was virtually completely mended, but a new sort of curiosity was over taking her. The Gallian Prince, who’s thoughts were shrieked loudest of them all, was scared as a small child, almost as though he were about to wet his pants. Why was this? The thought of the egotistical child in such a condition nearly made her laugh.
By now, (thank God), because of the daylight, many of her Gallian “friends” were resting. It was high time she went to investigate the bowels of the building herself. If the children were that scared of a ghost in the closet, though it could quite possibly be a ghost for real, she just had to figure out why.
Feather light steps carried her through the halls. Rima found it comical at how easy sleeping minds could be read. All defenses down. The actual process might prove harder if she couldn’t enter their dreams though, she noted.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 13, 2010 0:51:37 GMT -8
Azura immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere of the hallway vanish as soon as his bedroom door was shut. The worst part about the entire encounter, were that the ghosts had followed them the entire way back to his doorway. When he turned to close the door himself, he saw the girls face peering up at him from the space between the door and the jam, just before Anshel cut the line of vision unknowingly and much to Azura's relief.
While he could feel their eyes on him, even through the heavy wood of the door, he was relieved. He'd warded this room some time ago against ghosts, tired as a young man of waking up to rogue ghouls seeking some sort of help.
"What?" he asked, half distracted. He'd only heard a muffled noise as Anshel's question.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 13, 2010 1:20:05 GMT -8
Melora swiped the bedclothes off the chaise and left them for the washroom. How she'd lost her luggage Anshel didn't know, but he was glad that his things were at least accounted for and he'd be able to change into his own sleeping drawers after he washed the gore from his body and disposed of the soiled rags that still flapped around him.
He stuck a thumb in his mouth and sucked on it a little before pulling it out with a pop and using the spit to loosen the caked blood trailing from his mouth. Melora may smell like sulfur, but he couldn't imagine that he smelled any better.
Turning his attention at Azura's question, he asked again. "Can we get some extra cots in here to sleep on?"
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 13, 2010 1:26:31 GMT -8
He went rigid, not wanting to see the face that was still pressed to the wood of the door out in the hallway.
"Um...yeah. I guess we could."
Come on! he chided himself. They're just ghosts, nothing you haven't seen or dealt with before. you've seen gorier too, so what's got you running scared like a friggin granny?
He didn't know, and honestly, he tried to pinpoint it. But all he could chalk it up to was some weird sense that while they were telling him to flee that hall, something tied them to whatever was behind that door.
"On second thought," he said aloud, eyes darting to Anshel from where they were locked on the door. "We should all just sleep in my bed. It's plenty big enough, and I'll separate you and Melora."
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Post by Doctor on Jul 13, 2010 1:37:59 GMT -8
To Anshel, Azura's message seemed incongruent with his tone. There was no suggestive quality, only something akin to nervousness, possibly trepidation. He surveyed the vampire and he was giving off very odd vibes that left him confused. Had Anshel known the source of his discomfort, he might have felt anxious as well, but as he was again in the dark, his focus was on making good on his previous oath of acting the professional. There was a bit of self-preservation mixed in, too, because being in the same bed as Melora? There was no guarantee he'd wake up with his dick still attached the next evening. And the alternative was waking up with morning wood and cuddling against Azura, which was not the proper message to be giving given their earlier bout.
"Oh... um... No, that's okay." He coughed and looked at Melora before turning back. "I think it would be best with just the cots," Anshel insisted, trying to sound nonchalant about their predicament. "I could even make myself comfortable on the chaise. Or the floor. Wouldn't want to intrude." He almost felt compelled to follow that up with "It's not you. It's me," but refrained.
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