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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 11:07 pm
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*There was some nervous laughter at suddenly being pulled out of the water by some, amused chuckling by others, and simple surprise by the rest. When everyone splashed into the water, GL was the only one that didn't follow. He'd taken to grabbing himself by using his energy to levitate in mid air at the last moment. While normally he couldn't keep it up for too long, being near the crystals and hot water gave him a plentiful energy source to work with.*
Githar: "Well, I could, and I certainly couldn't accept any pay... but I know somebody that could do a much better job of teaching her. I could still help out though, but my old teacher would really be able to work with Black better I think. She has a knack of helping people find their strengths and working out their weaknessess, especially with children. Since I know her, I can likely work out a good discount."
*The reaper then shook his head as a realiziation came to him*
Githar: "In fact, I probably should have introduced you to her some time ago when the shi'vot was really hitting the fan..."
Minazi: "Hun, doesn't Fliner already have a pretty large class?"
Githar: "She wouldn't mind a few extra pupils... and like I said, I can help out some. I just may need a little help in being reminded that I'm working too much again..."
Minazi: "I'll be sure to bop you on the head next time, dear."
Githar: "And if she wants, I suppose Black could come with me on some of my trips. Depending on where I go though, sometimes I can't always get a place to stay so I sometimes have to setup a small camp."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 11:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 11:40 pm
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*There was a sudden wave of energy that passed over the non-reapers of the group. It all seemed to merge into one invisible stream and rush towards the location of the "heat crystals", where it was absorbed. Where the sudden surge of energy came from became clear*
GL: "Dibs on the cheetos!"
Githar: "Heat energy is nice, but something with a little more flavor could be pleasant."
Minazi: "Oh, I could eat!"
Malos: "Grub time! Hey, those cheetos are mine!"
*Soon, everyone was headed towards the packed cooler. Food began to be passed out to all. GL found something that his father had packed in, and gave it to Black to open... to was a rather hearty looking salad, especially made for her. Jacob managed to pull out a large sandwhich for himself, then looked over to Rosemary and Veni. He asked them if they wanted to feed from the blood bags, or off of him.*
Malos: "Hey, is the big dude gonna eat anything?"
*Muerte eyed at all the strange food they were currently feasting on... he scratched his bald head for a second*
Muerte: "Is there steak inside the container?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 9:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:29 pm
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*Jacob hadn't really thought his offer through, to be honest. He hadn't felt so relaxed in such a long time, that he forgot what sort of reactions would happen if they fed off him.*
Jacob: I recover my blood fairly quickly, like any other lost body part. I'd just feel the need to eat a bit more, is all. I don't mind being fed off of... (I rather like i... er..) well, I suppose that could work. You two snacking, then feeding off me later if you want.
*Jacob dug up some 'blood food', and handed it to the vampires before starting in on his own meal.*
GL: "Eggs? Huh.... well, he meant well. ^^; Good thing there's other things to eat that I packed."
*Muerte looked at the sandwhich half, which looked more like a snack in his large hand. He sniffed at it, unintentionally getting mustard and mayo on his nose. After he took his first hesitant bite, it was devoured in seconds. Malos blinked at how quickly the man had finished his food*
Malos: "Here, have another... looks like GL packed plenty to eat."
*The reaper gave him another sandwhich, and this too was gone in a short amount of time. After finishing, his face was a little bit of a mess, bits of mayonaise, mustard, and ketchup on his nose and around his mouth.*
GL: "Uhm.... hey, you got a little something on your..." *GL tapped his own face to indicate where the mess was. Muerte simply stared back at the reaper, confused.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 12:33 am
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*Muerte sat down on the ground, placing the napkin next to him. He simply stared ahead at nothing for a while. Who knew what was going on in that big lug's head?*
---Inside Muerte's Mind---
Is this how I am supposed to serve Death? We're not hunting down enemies to slay... There appears to be no attempts on the life of my Mistress. I'm even allowed to exist outside of my binding for no apparent purpose. I feel... different.
*A flash of memory, a wailing infant. Gone. Another flash, a giggling child being lifted by a woman. Now it's suddenly dark, and the child is crying. A vicious, dog-like creature snarling, barking, straining against a length of chain.*
I am having the visions again. My mind is still broken. I.. do not understand them, they confuse me. I was told to never focus on the visions, or I would become worthless.. My mistress. She has told me things that contradict my teachings. They told me that my master or mistress would always be correct, no matter what, for they serve Death. Why does Death hate everything? Should I tell my mistress of these visions? Will she tell me something different about them, or tell me to ignore them.
*More memories, speeding by in his mind's eye. Blood splattered on a wall. The feeling of being grabbed from behind, a bag shoved over his head and blocking his vision. A large dark cell of bald, filthy children, all chained to the floor. Above them was a grate for a ceiling. Some deep voice laughed, and began to spill a large amount of grey slop into the cell. The kids cried out, scooping it up with their hands, using small bowls, or messily slurping it up off the floor, their stomachs growling. Several of the children try to jump Muerte, but he fights them off. They're weaker than him, have ate less of the so called food over who knows how long... he breaks the jaw of one girl, shoving her away from his pile of slop. He can feel something crack in the chest of another, a boy, as his foot flies into it. By this point, he picked up a sharp jagged rock out of the ground, and yelled at the third child that was rushing him. He gripped the rock, and.... and.... his vision went red, then blacked out.*
*A different memory... water... everywhere. A child splashing in it, laughing. He was being held by a woman again... it was the same small child and female.*
*Muerte was told that his visions were dark spirits, mocking him. Trying to confuse him so he wouldn't serve Death. He was taught to curse the flashes of memory, to command them to live him alone, to ignore whatever they tried to show him. Dark spirits, nothing more...*
- - - - - -
*Muerte suddenly blinked and jerked a bit, as if coming out of a trance. Slowly he looked behind him at the water, then at Rosemary.*
Muerte: ""
*What was he asking? What was the purpose behind what he was going to do? It didn't directly serve his Mistress or Death in anyway. Yet... something tore at him, pleaded with him to ask it anyway*
Muerte: "<...May I go and enter the water?>"
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:58 pm
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Muerte: ""
*Muerte trudged into the water, waist deep, staring at it's reflective surface. After a while, he started to swish it back and forth with his hand, observing carefully at the liquid's reaction... splashing it away from him into the water fall, swirling it with a finger. He looked lost, his mind lingering on the visions he had. He felt it was his weakness, not being able to completly ignore them. He couldn't help but wonder why they kept coming to him, and why some of them seemed so vivid.*
*GL couldn't help but stare at him, hundreds of questions running through his mind*
GL: "He's like.... like a large kid. Well, when he's not thrashing demons with that axe of his... Why is he like that?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 9:43 pm
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I suppose a hammer doesn't question why the human holding it is using it to bash someone's head in. *Rosemary whispered to herself.*
He was raised to be a living war tool that kills for his masters and Death...a drone. He was worthless, a drain on the world. They made him into a tool to be useful. To do that I think they raised him to what he is, killed his body, and harvested his soul into this. He is bound to it and whomever holds it he must follow. To disobey is to be damned.
His ax is his tool. To lose that means Death. Death hates all. Death steals souls to a place that sounds like hell to me. In his current from he eternally serves Death through his masters because they serve Death so Death cannot steal him...is what he said.
To eat is sin, to breathe is sin, to make useless waste is sin. I told him that the waste the body makes isn't useless to others, but I may have to try to prove that one to him eventually. *Jacob knew she had scythe goblins in mind.* The food he ate was tasteless so he might like about anything we give him. he was told that food is a rare resource.
He doesn't know many emotions or the names of them especially the good kind it seems. He didn't know how to describe a good taste, I told him one of the words for it. He doesn't understand laughter, it may still be a weird noise to him. I tried to explain it to him, but it is difficult to explain things to someone who seems to know nothing but Death and what they told him.
He is very eager to please at times. In fact I think he was trying to please me somewhat and Death of course with all the demons he killed the other day. Yesterday while Jacob slept after doing that to himself, I had him arm wrestle me and he seemed eager to do it and almost hopped onto the floor like a kid. He exerted himself beyond his normal limits and won. Our minds put a barrier on how far we can go at a task such as feats of strength so that we don't hurt ourselves. He is able to go beyond that barrier and do something until he is broken.
His wants and desires are meaningless. His memories apparently are visions caused by evil spirits trying to confuse him away from serving Death. He doesn't understand him and thinks his mind is still broken. He was told to ignore them or he would become worthless.
Before he asked to go into the water he was thinking about a woman holding him as he splashed in water and thought, "My mistress. She has told me things that contradict my teachings. They told me that my master or mistress would always be correct, no matter what, for they serve Death. Why does Death hate everything? Should I tell my mistress of these visions? Will she tell me something different about them, or tell me to ignore them."
Frankly I don't know what to say to him without confusing him more. I've tried to explain to him that we're from different places so we think differently and have different beliefs. Our ways confuse him. I am not what he is used to, so he is confused at what I do. I gave him food a rare resource and tried to explain that it isn't here. It confuses him that we're not hunting down enemies and that there appears to be nothing threatening me at the moment yet I allow him to come out of his 'house for no apparent reason. He is wondering if that is how he is supposed to serve Death. I wonder if I'm actually hurting him because I'm so different and don't treat him the way he's used to.
That's what he told me and what I've gathered from his thoughts. He even expected me to punish him after the monster used him...that would have been like Jacob or GL punishing me for attacking them when I couldn't help it.
Keep telling yourself that, *said a less than pleasant voice in her head.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 11:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 9:01 am
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GL: "As far as I know, hell souls can't see into the portal... but there's other ways they could communicate..."
Jacob: "It doesn't always work, but I know some ways of attempting to communicate with the souls in Heaven. For some reason, it's just not 100% guaranteed."
Githar: "Hmm, you've got a point there about seeing both his mother and his god being overwhelming..."
*Githar finished up his meal, and placed his trash in a bag that was packed in the cooler. As everyone was finishing up their meal, Muerte finished playing in the water and walked back up to the group. He began to stand guard, apparently not wanting to take a seat, and ignoring the merpers that appeared to be jumping all over his feet. One of the critters squirted him in the face.*
*Quick as a flash, he picked up the small merper, and held it at eye-level. It simply squirted him again with water. Muerte grunted, turned the thing this way and that, poked at it (though apparently not too harshly), then set it back on the ground.*
Muerte: "What are these strange creatures? They appear to waste water..."
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