邑輝 一貴 Muraki Kazutaka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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vatheon2012-05-24 07:36 pm
lamorteblanc) wrote in vatheon2012-05-24 07:36 pm
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002. The nightmare's just begun
Who: Kazutaka Muraki and Grell Sutcliffe
When: Backdated to right after this
Where: Somewhere in the city. Somewhere out of view.
Style: Doing action to start but I'm following you!
Status: Closed
[ Everything hurt. Everything. From his flesh to his insides to his chest to his limbs. But thankfully he had fed. Unfortunately for him, everything he'd fed on this night was going to healing every single injury he had. The process was slow but he had fed deep from that nameless local and Katsu. Both their deaths would no doubt have him back in full force come the morning. Unfortunately, that left him just as hungry as he had been before the deed.
Blast that Riku. Getting his nose into everything.
But then it was an absolute treat seeing the boy give into the darkness he had denied himself for so long. Now if only there was a way to harness that power-- but no. Priorities. First, he had to tend to his own injuries. That small victory could be teased and acted upon at a later date. For now, he had to rest. As usual, his priorities would be to stay away from his apartment. Would anyone come looking for him, that would definitely be the first place they'd look. Not tonight. He would return in the morning.
Back to the matter at hand.
His teleportation was limited and aimless. "Anywhere," he'd silently commanded. "Anywhere but here." Away from Riku. He had to get away. His ability had landed him (rather, unceremoniously dumped him) in one of the alleyways near the plaza. It was with a loud thud of whatever else was in there with him and a stifled cry of pain that he reappeared; nothing more than a mass of feathers and blood and white cloth. He barely managed to lift himself off the ground, glancing around before staggering forward with a hand clutched to his side to staunch the bleeding.
Not that you could make out his own blood from Katsu's and his victim's after all. ]
When: Backdated to right after this
Where: Somewhere in the city. Somewhere out of view.
Style: Doing action to start but I'm following you!
Status: Closed
[ Everything hurt. Everything. From his flesh to his insides to his chest to his limbs. But thankfully he had fed. Unfortunately for him, everything he'd fed on this night was going to healing every single injury he had. The process was slow but he had fed deep from that nameless local and Katsu. Both their deaths would no doubt have him back in full force come the morning. Unfortunately, that left him just as hungry as he had been before the deed.
Blast that Riku. Getting his nose into everything.
But then it was an absolute treat seeing the boy give into the darkness he had denied himself for so long. Now if only there was a way to harness that power-- but no. Priorities. First, he had to tend to his own injuries. That small victory could be teased and acted upon at a later date. For now, he had to rest. As usual, his priorities would be to stay away from his apartment. Would anyone come looking for him, that would definitely be the first place they'd look. Not tonight. He would return in the morning.
Back to the matter at hand.
His teleportation was limited and aimless. "Anywhere," he'd silently commanded. "Anywhere but here." Away from Riku. He had to get away. His ability had landed him (rather, unceremoniously dumped him) in one of the alleyways near the plaza. It was with a loud thud of whatever else was in there with him and a stifled cry of pain that he reappeared; nothing more than a mass of feathers and blood and white cloth. He barely managed to lift himself off the ground, glancing around before staggering forward with a hand clutched to his side to staunch the bleeding.
Not that you could make out his own blood from Katsu's and his victim's after all. ]
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[She had seen the wince. A wound. While it was not normally in her nature, she supposed that she could try to help him recover. Besides she felt strange in his presence and was wanting to know why.]
Darling, let me help you with those wounds you have. It's not good to be loosing so much blood.
[She fought her voice cracking at the word. The smell, oh the smell... Her mind was going wild as she drew closer, but she was trying to suppress it still so that she wouldn't sound or look like a mad person. She didn't need to nor have the desire to go to a crazy house.]
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[ Ah but he practically oozes dark energy now. Every bit of what he'd fed on is going to healing himself though it seems to be going rather slowly, just like when he first arrived. No doubt the coral's fault.
He pauses however at that voice crack. Interesting. But instead of placing his complete and absolute trust right away, he decides it best to test the waters. ]
You don't seem to be bothered by the sight of blood. Impressive, I must say considering the sheer amount that must be on me at the moment.
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[She isn't really used to the amount of dark energy she feels from him. Anytime she's been exposed to it, she was able to get away from it and clean it away from her.
Why had her voice cracked? She had almost slipped back to one mentality a while before here, but had been able to bring herself back from it. What was going on?]
Well, with what I do I see a little bit of everything. Anywhere from small strokes to bloody massacres... In my day I've even seen a few spontaneous combustion cases. What I see on you is little more than a few splatters.
[Well, she wasn't lying but she wasn't exactly telling the full truth either. Not about her past anyway...]
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[ And he genuinely seems to be amused by this terminology. In his eyes, he's an absolute mess: covered blood red all over his front and his sleeves. Even worse where he was stabbed. There's yet another wince as he presses on the wound as a matter of personal assessment. ]
If it wouldn't be any trouble. Rest assured I will return the favor come the time.
[ Taking his glasses off though because he wants to keep them clean at the very least. ]
Who do I have to thank for this?
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But that was all that she could think to consider the mess that the man before her was in. She had seen and done much worse in the past year when compared to that.]
Yes, splatters. And while most would run from blood, it doesn't bother me like it would others.
[A gentle smile - albeit a bit creepy to normal people - crosses her lips. For a man like him?]
It's not a problem at all, love. I'm sure a few bandages and a change of costume will do you wonders.
And as for my name? It's Sutcliff. Grell Sutcliff.
I am SO sorry. ;;;;
But he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. There would be matters of answering questions later. Specially with the reaction he had to blood. ]
Sutcliff-san. Thank you for your generosity. Rest assured you will be compensated for your trouble. It isn't every day where one stumbles across such a thing.
[ And a wince as he limps back, hand on his side. His hand moves to brush his hair off his face ever so slightly. But man, his glass eye's still all freaky-glowy from the energy he just fed off. ]
Pity I have no access to my stocks as it were. Where are you living here?
All is well... I think it's honestly better that you didn't do this during the week. ^_^;;;
She heard him as he spoke, smiling softly.]
Ah, someone from Japan. I haven't met very many people from there. Those I have have been pleasant.
[She goes to his side and gently takes an arm. Oh god the smell of blood was so strong and his aura... She was trying so hard to keep under control. How much longer would she be able to hold that part of her back? It was surely just a matter of time...]
I live over in Phanga. Not terribly far.