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paradisalogs2012-09-22 02:02 am
madetosin) wrote in paradisalogs2012-09-22 02:02 am
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Muraki's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Who: Muraki and YOU???
What: Retribution from the fairies
When: Friday, September 21 (Day 3 of Masquerade plot)
Where: Starting in his room on the 4th floor
Rating: R - for small amounts of gore and injury.
He should have known things were off the moment he woke up. The pounding headache that had crawled it's way into the back of his skull and burrowed in like it was intending to stay there without any clue as to the reason for it's occupation was the first. The second, after he'd managed a shower that had done nothing and then gotten dressed, was that the fairy he'd managed to capture the day before had escaped during the night.
It had been easy enough to subdue the creature, after which he pinned it to the table like a hissing, spitting, angry butterfly and proceeded carefully vivisect and study it. Even more intriguing when he'd found the things could not actually die.
He walked over to the desk, covered with blood and pages and pages of notes and diagrams. He pressed his hands to the desktop for a moment, then reached out to clean up the impromptu workspace.
If it hadn't have been for the headache, he might have noticed the missing scalpel - at least, before a group of fairies had driven it right through his hand and into the wood.
He screamed, mostly in rage, as they swarmed him, tiny fingers and razor sharp fangs pricking his skin and shredding any piece of cloth they could get to.
Growling, he ripped the scalpel out of his hand and slammed out the door and into the hallway, issuing a cloud of the tiny demons behind him. He closed the door behind him, but it seemed to make little difference. If he could just get clear of them long enough to teleport somewhere safe...
"Get off!"
He stalked down the hallway, not quite running as the fairies continued to tear his clothing to ribbons. Feet away from the elevator and his world tipped sideways, as a surge in the tiny pests pushed him off his balance and over the cusp of the stairs.
Muraki had a bare moment to consider that, perhaps, interfering with something the castle had spawned before he could observe their behavior was rash, before he was falling downward, landing in moments in a heap on the first landing.
Tiny voice giggled from the floor above.
"You win," he said unhappily, spitting a little blood onto the stone floor.
What: Retribution from the fairies
When: Friday, September 21 (Day 3 of Masquerade plot)
Where: Starting in his room on the 4th floor
Rating: R - for small amounts of gore and injury.
He should have known things were off the moment he woke up. The pounding headache that had crawled it's way into the back of his skull and burrowed in like it was intending to stay there without any clue as to the reason for it's occupation was the first. The second, after he'd managed a shower that had done nothing and then gotten dressed, was that the fairy he'd managed to capture the day before had escaped during the night.
It had been easy enough to subdue the creature, after which he pinned it to the table like a hissing, spitting, angry butterfly and proceeded carefully vivisect and study it. Even more intriguing when he'd found the things could not actually die.
He walked over to the desk, covered with blood and pages and pages of notes and diagrams. He pressed his hands to the desktop for a moment, then reached out to clean up the impromptu workspace.
If it hadn't have been for the headache, he might have noticed the missing scalpel - at least, before a group of fairies had driven it right through his hand and into the wood.
He screamed, mostly in rage, as they swarmed him, tiny fingers and razor sharp fangs pricking his skin and shredding any piece of cloth they could get to.
Growling, he ripped the scalpel out of his hand and slammed out the door and into the hallway, issuing a cloud of the tiny demons behind him. He closed the door behind him, but it seemed to make little difference. If he could just get clear of them long enough to teleport somewhere safe...
"Get off!"
He stalked down the hallway, not quite running as the fairies continued to tear his clothing to ribbons. Feet away from the elevator and his world tipped sideways, as a surge in the tiny pests pushed him off his balance and over the cusp of the stairs.
Muraki had a bare moment to consider that, perhaps, interfering with something the castle had spawned before he could observe their behavior was rash, before he was falling downward, landing in moments in a heap on the first landing.
Tiny voice giggled from the floor above.
"You win," he said unhappily, spitting a little blood onto the stone floor.
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"Of course I fled. We are all victims of our baser instincts from time to time. It's how we survive."
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"Good thing you did. Otherwise, you'd be in worse shape than you are now. As for survival--" She stopped and turned to him. "I think there's something you need to be told about this place."
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He straightened his back and stared back at her, arching a brow at her coolly.
"And what is that?"
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"Death isn't always permanent here."
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"Is that a warning, or a consolation?"
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"Where the castle is and part of the surrounding area is called the Live Zone. Around that is an area called the Dead Zone." Her look becomes distant. "When you go there, any powers or abilities you have won't exist, and technology won't work there. And, if you die out there, it's permanent."
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He raised his eyebrows.
"Are you sure about that?"
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"You could probably find all of this in the Library if you'd rather look there."
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"I think the library can wait," he added dryly.
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"I'm pretty sure about powers and machines not working in the Dead Zone, but as for actually dying... It's only what I've been told, so I don't know if it's a way to go home or not." If it were, people would probably be doing it all the time, which would probably tick the castle off after going to so much trouble and bringing them there.
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On himself, anyway. Though there wouldn't be any way to know what happened to anyone he might choose to try that on. He didn't see much point in it, at this juncture.
Though eviscerating one of those fairies in the Dead Zone might prove an amusing bit of vengeance. It was nice to imagine.
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And Sheena was cowed by it for several moments, not wanting to break into whatever thoughts--disturbing or not--until she spotted the clinic just ahead. "Not far now," she told him, her voice sounding unnaturally loud even to her own ears.
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Her eyes narrowed as she turned to him. "So that knife the fairies dropped was yours?"
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No reason to deny it. He could see the suspicion on her face. Denying it would only worsen her attitude at this point. It didn't mean anything, necessarily.
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However, she couldn't reconcile that knowledge with the fact that he had just said he worked at the clinic. Why would someone who helped people hurt others? It was that question alone that kept her suspicion quiet and simmering in the back of her mind--before erupting in a question:
"Why did they stab you with it?"
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"Didn't it occur to you to just ask them questions?"
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He didn't quite smirk at that, but it was a near thing.
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"I could understand them just fine," she told him, genuinely confused.
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"Don't you have languages where you come from that you don't understand or people don't understand you, so gestures have to be used?"