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Apr 2, 2015 3:58:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 3:58:07 GMT -5
The man was closing in, coming closer to her in many ways. She was on the verge of seeing a side she had buried for so long. Why did he care about her? Was he using this to advantage? She could see her being led into some sort of trap. Things like this had to be controlled. Did not all these centuries count to steeling her heart? Yet it still bled. Every time she killed, she enjoyed it but it felt like a part of her was slowly dying. That part would scream out in pain; scream out in what her mother would hate the most: using her powers to hurt others. Yet this was all she knew. She hated everyone. She wanted her mother back. The humans killed her. She may have held the blade but their persecution drove her into releasing all of her magik. She had no notion of what she had done until it was too late: the life slipped quickly away from her mother’s eyes. These haunted her to this day.
Oh, god why did he sound likes a voice of reason. He sounded like her mother, berating her when she was being difficult. Not many could coax her into anything. She was strong and brave. Deep down, in her core she was anything but. The first mechanism was to fight back; the next was to retreat into oneself until composure was maintained.
“Hurt, alone. I believe you have been running away from something for a long time. Guilt? Something perhaps even worse. Whatever it is I believe you are tired.”[/color] He was taunting her about the begging. He had no idea who she was…no idea. That in itself was rather refreshing. Perhaps it was best that one person did not look at her in fear. If they met again then things could change but for this night, she would just be her. She pulled a face, trying to find his angle. Yet she did not stop him coming even closer. “I believe you are trying to outmanoeuvre me for your own gain. Why?” When she said why it was once more a mere whisper. This conversation was slowly getting out of hand and she was scared, truly scared of being left vulnerable.
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Apr 2, 2015 13:30:08 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 2, 2015 13:30:08 GMT -5
She was dead-on. Of course she didn't know the specifics, how could she? But she still knew, and that was strange, almost frightening, and that showed in his eyes. The big, tough Dragon facade could only be kept up when people didn't know you were scared, so there was very little point in keeping it up around this woman any longer. Macht was going to drop the act, meet sincerity with sincerity. These two people knew nothing about each other besides their names and a shared element - why not halt the hostilities in favor of a better environment?
"No," Macht began, a genuine smile on his face. "You're putting up a wall around yourself, and maybe you don't really want to. Well, you don't have to, either. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but we both know we mean the other no harm, right?" As a small gesture of goodwill, the "pendant" would float away from her body and fall to the floor. He had no traps, nothing to snare her with, and clearly the two were on the same emotional and mental path. His right hand would come up and lightly fall on her shoulder and he leaned over enough so that they'd be eye-to-eye. "You don't need to hide yourself, Marissa. I don't need to know your past, or any deep dark secrets you may have. They're secrets for a reason. So how about we go about this another way?"
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Apr 5, 2015 18:33:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 18:33:32 GMT -5
Being vulnerable was not something that she cared to feel. Yet he was making her confront the very demons that drove her to down the dark and twisted corridor. Pain was something she would hide away from, saving her soul from losing its last reminisces of humanity. However when she buried herself in her life, she could at times forget the young woman losing everyone that was dear to her. Whatever this man was doing, he was playing with fire. If he were not careful then he would learn why everyone would be very wary of her.
His attention was upon her. The way he never shied away from her once made her see just how clueless he was in her dark secrets. She was a very bad apple. Though she had no doubt he had hidden depths, it was the first time in what seemed like a great many lifetimes that she realised she could not… no she would not corrupt him. He seemed to care about her, perhaps not in the loving way but in a caring way. No one had done that for her in such a long time; not even Viktor whom she loved with all of her heart.
Shaking her head, she did not wish him harm. Marissa could not guarantee her heart would not steel after tonight but for this second, she wished no ill health upon him. It would be because he reminded her of her mother’s soothing words. Tonight he was safe. “No.” She tried not to look at him in the face but she could not help looking into his eyes. Cursing him, she hated him at that moment. Perhaps he was setting a trap for her, her emotions allowing him to exploit her. Yet she could not see malice in his eyes. If she had perhaps, she would have felt more comforted.
Refusing to get comfortable, she gently brushed his hands of her shoulders, shaking her head once more before starting to walk away. A few paces later she stopped. “Some people cannot be saved. You are lucky that at present I do not wish to kill you. I cannot guarantee how long that would last. I am a monster. Please never speak to me again.” It hurt. She wanted to talk to someone but she did not want to ruin the one good person she had seen in a while. For this one night, she did not want more blood on her hands.
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Apr 5, 2015 18:50:09 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 5, 2015 18:50:09 GMT -5
She brushed his hand away, and he was genuinely not surprised. But that didn't mean he was going to just give up. There was no particular reason as to why - maybe he felt like he could somehow relate to her - but she needed to know that, for whatever reason she thought so lowly of herself, he was no different. "Marissa." There was a firmness in his voice that was only matched by its kindness, as he created a dome of water around the two with the rainfall. She could walk away if she wanted, but the gesture was evident, and while he wouldn't force her to stay, he wanted her to know that he would do whatever he could to convince her to. Within reason, of course.
"Maybe you are a monster. You know how many people were that label? I am a monster. I don't care if you feel the need to hurt me, I can take whatever you throw at me. I'm the kind of guy who can take on an army of werewolves without flinching, so if you want to lay down the hurt, then do it. I don't care whether or not you think you can be saved. This isn't about pulling your soul out of some cesspit, it's about being true to yourself. You're not, and maybe, just maybe, I can relate to that. Don't walk away from me, please. Meet me halfway. You don't need to delve into your past, or confess your sins. I just want to see you, and I want someone I can show myself to. So maybe I am being selfish, a little, I'll admit it..." he would keep pace with her as he spoke, retaining a safe, non-threatening distance the whole time. "Just because something is unlikely doesn't mean it's impossible. Maybe you've just met somebody who doesn't want to run from you."
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Apr 5, 2015 19:09:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 19:09:31 GMT -5
Whoever the man was, he was vexing her greatly. Yet he was working his way into her. Sure, he was not going to end up making her into some sort of saint but he never was admitting to that. For the first time in a very long time, she felt wanted. It was an unusual feeling. Usually her skills were exemplary, she could easily see that, but she was simply expected to be there and do that. He actually sounded like he wanted to be in the same area that she was. Fear did not cripple him.
Perhaps she could show him what he was supposed to fear. Then he would understand what he was doing was deluding himself. However at the point in which he said please she stopped. It was such an inconsequentially word. It meant nothing in itself. She rarely ever used it unless she selfishly wanted something. Most times, she would have seen it as some sort of weakness but in this instant, she did not.
“I would say you are a fool playing with fire but I think you would rather like the challenge too much.” A smile formed on her face once more. She did not move either closer or further away from him, simply observing him. “You really are alone aren’t you?” She knew the answer before even finishing the sentence. She knew because she was herself though for centuries she made out she was not. “You do not seem to be the monster figure though I suppose looks can be deceiving.” Raising her eyebrow she was unsure if he would divulge too much of himself so soon. She scrunched her nose without realising. “I cannot tell what you are though I feel like I should.”
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Apr 5, 2015 19:20:59 GMT -5
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Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 5, 2015 19:20:59 GMT -5
If she would not take a step forward, Macht would. Just one for now, as she spoke. He wanted, more than anything, to find a person he could spill his secrets out to, and though he may have indeed been playing with fire, he didn't care in the slightest. He was done being fearful, done being secretive and deceptive to everyone he met. But more than anything else, he was tired of running. If he knew who Marissa was, maybe he wouldn't have been acting the way he was, but he didn't, and that was what made this easy. Another lost soul, that was all he could identify her as, and it calmed him to see her that way.
"Can you honestly say you're not?" Alone. He was, and she was, which was why she was so capable of identifying what it was that plagued him. He simply smiled at her, shrugging lightly. "I'm a big guy, I figure I look the part. A beautiful woman like yourself, though - I'd say those looks are much more deceptive than my own." It was a simple truth. While he did not know she was the head inquisitor of the Council he vowed to kill, she certainly didn't look the part. While Macht himself was identified as a deacon by a man he didn't know just a few days ago.
"If I tell you what I am, will you stay? Fair is fair."
//Sorry for any length or typo issues! My phone is terrible with posting x.x
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Apr 7, 2015 15:12:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 15:12:24 GMT -5
Despite all of her best efforts, a smile formed upon her lips. This was something she was not accustomed to. Looking into his eyes, she saw so much potential, yet he was the type she believed to withdraw from greatness. Just this once she saw that as a great pity for the world. After tonight, she would simply see it as some sort of weakness to exploit. Marissa was basing this on the presumption that the cold killer would automatically save her the next time they were to meet. It never occurred to her what would actually happen if it would not.
“I suppose we both are.” She laughed, bringing her hand to her chest as if it was a great joke indeed. Of course, she was alone but for the first time it did not seem like such a burden. Slowly she walked closer to him, curiosity burning through her eyes. She was flattered he considered her beauty, not many had; those that did usually saw a bigger end. Everyone saw the beauty of her skin but not the hidden, the beauty hidden beneath horror. “I have to survive somehow.” She shrugged her shoulders before continuing. “It takes a lot to shock me. If I told you I was a magi would you be shocked. No!” Biting her lip, she took potential meanings into his phrases in. “Would you be shocked by how old I am; perhaps.”
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Apr 9, 2015 5:58:29 GMT -5
Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 9, 2015 5:58:29 GMT -5
As Marissa walked forward, so too would Macht, matching her stride for stride. In fact, even if she'd halted, he'd continue until he was a few feet before her. "I pegged you for Magi the moment I saw you, really," he spoke with a small smile on his lips. He knew the feel of them all too well, and her use of magic said something about her. She didn't have the smell of a demon or vampire, either. "Your age may or may not catch me off guard. But you told me your race, and, well, fair is fair." He stopped, pondering whether or not to go through with this. She claimed to not be part of the scarlet council, though those words did little to provide him comfort as he had no inkling as to whether or not she was telling the truth. He had a lot to think about in a short time, but in the worst case scenario, he could aptly defend himself. "I'm a Dragon." The note about being a deacon was something he kept to himself. He was being stupid in the moment, but even that had its limits, and it put his guard up for the moment.
"I'm nearing 400. I know there are plenty who can top that, I'm just not sure if you're one of them."
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