A New Begining (Page 197 of 214)

OMG that video is freaking sweet! That’s kinda how I would imagine Razvan’s flash step looking since he’s tainted by the black smoke and all. Awesomeness!

That’s the m word I was talking about. And I was actually planning on having them leave the city immediately. Riordan is connected but can’t pay for/cover up everything. Especially when it comes to Kain.
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George believes he sees the noble shrug out of the corner of his eye but quickly decides he must have been mistaken.

“Whenever time allowed or opportunity permitted,” Riordan answers, the scolding and agitated tone he had held with Kain not too long ago hidden -like so many other things -beneath a sea of unreadable calm and serenity once more. “You must understand, it would not have been to my advantage to reveal information regarding one such as Kain to a Jedi prior to it being necessary.”

“As for Slade...” the noble pauses with a soft sigh. “I was truthfully not aware of his presence until he materialized before me. He is known for keeping close tabs on Kain and for stepping in when my hot-headed brother misbehaves,” he adds, briefly glancing back at Kain sprawled awkwardly in the backseat of the speeder, the comment earning him a growl from the redheaded vampire still fighting his own spine, “for his own personal motives... however, the man comes and goes as he pleases. He is not attached to either of us. I have not the ability nor the right to track his movements.”

lol I'm a masochist. All the way. ^_^ And I'll try to refrain from any surprises... for now. I will go ahead and warn/tell you that Slade will be rejoining the party but I'll make sure it doesn't mess up anything you're doing. So don't worry... him and Kain won't fight. Their relationship is... complicated. We may find out more about that later.

As for Mortis... well he has other matters to deal with...
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The sound of rustling fabric comes from behind the Jedi, a strong, merciless hand suddenly crushing down on his shoulder, the threat transmitted thusly. "I can f***in' take care of myself, Jedi," Kain growls, the sound rumbling deep.

The vampire leans back in his seat, pulling his hand away from George hastily as if even the simple touch put him on edge. George cannot help but notice the splotch of blood the man -unknowingly- left behind on his shoulder. Those hands... even now blood remained... stained; stained with the lives of innocents and no doubt countless more. Kain was a force to be reckoned with, a demon which could unleash hell itself upon a world at any given moment. He was physical power incarnate. It would be wise not to provoke the redhead further.

As for that Slade character... he was even more threatening. Such eyes... much like his voice they remained cold and distant. Yet when the vampire had looked at George they had burned with an eternal fire fueled by something terrifying; something beyond hate. George shoots a quick glance at Kain, the redhead seemingly content for the moment watching blurs of green fly by. And to defeat such a monstrous, ravenous being as Kain... it was wrong that he had made it appear so easy. This new vampire had to be very powerful indeed.

At the mention of death Riordan’s eyes close, his brows furrowing together as if trying to contain some amount of anger. “Do you have so little faith in your abilities that you predict death is all which awaits you, Master Jedi? Do not foolishly assume that simply because you cannot sense your future this means it is not there. Dark forces are not all which cloud the eyes of a Force user,” he adds, his eyes opening slightly and cutting to the side to steal a glance at the Jedi. “You have become involved in the affairs of others who, no doubt, do not wish you to know how this story of yours ends before the curtain itself falls.”

The noble sighs, sliding his right hand into the folds of his robes where Shouten Yaiba lies, waiting to be awakened. Black smokes swirls faintly around the grip. “Have faith in your skills, dear Jedi. If you cannot manage such a simple task then have faith in my brother and I. You are a rather essential element in our own goals. As long as we remain at your side, we will not allow death to take you.”

Kain scoffs bluntly, a scowl hardening his features. “How f***in’ inspirational, Riordan. I’m all warm an’ fuzzy inside.”

Riordan rolls his eyes faintly, ignoring the comment.

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, The First’s Personal Quarters; unknown location...

“Master...”

Black smoke slithers up the length of a pale neck like a poisonous serpent. And it was just that... a viper, waiting for a moment of weakness, an opening to strike. But a time such as that would not come for its master. He would not fail.

“Master...?”

Razvan’s eyes shoot open, blackness swirling in their bottomless depths, the vampire somewhat aggravated his meditation was interrupted. “Yes?” his voice rings out deep and smooth, emotionless and cold.

“I bear news...”

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, Throne Room; unknown location...

Towering white and gray doors slowly and silently open without command as Razvan approaches, allowing the First to easily make his entrance into the throne room. Resembling the rest of the palace, the room which lay at its very heart was painted much the same: shades of gray and dull whites. It was like... nothingness.

Of course all this lack of color and life merely made the figure comfortably resting in the bland darkened chair at the top of a rather insignificant set of stairs even more noticeable, attention immediately drawn to the golden brown eyes which seem to shine out against the darkness around him. Only a select few knew the truth... that a far greater darkness lurked inside this very man than anywhere else. And that it was this man who would bring the universe... to its knees.

The figure waits patiently as Razvan walks the length of the room before falling to one knee at the base of the stairs. Razvan believes he catches a glimpse of a small smile beginning to curl those lips but the vampire dismisses the thought, bowing his head and clearing his mind. It was his policy to carefully watch and guard his thoughts when before his master, lest he offend his King.

“Master...”

“Razvan,” a calm voice answers his call, the voice ringing with a deep purr.

“It has been brought to my attention that several fullbring approach the Temple on Naboo. Their intentions appear to include entering the tomb and gaining access to whatever knowledge remains within such ruins...”

The figure props his right elbow up on the arm of his chair and leans into the palm of his hand, a small, charming smile sliding onto the Vampire King’s face. “Indeed?”

Razvan cannot help but lift his gaze to his Master. This man... fascinated him. He bore the look of a natural leader, a man people would -without hesitation- trust with their lives. But his eyes... they watched even Razvan with a predatory gleam. Prey... He was weak compared to this man... even in all his power he was still weak. It was this that left him in awe and because of this did he bow to Mortis alone.

“Yes, Master,” Razvan continues. “One of the fullbring is the same who caused Saro such trouble on Coruscant. It would appear he was worth killing after all. I apologize for not doing so. Do you wish me to deal with them before they create further incident?” he ponders.

Mortis is nothing but amused by the situation presented before him though the emotion does not dare betray itself. The Vampire King would not have gotten to where he was without anticipating the movements of those forming against him; even if those movements were unplanned by the very people making them. Mortals were such easy creatures to influence. It was like a game of chess. Move certain pieces and the others have no choice but to move accordingly.

The vampire tilts his head by the smallest amount, studying Razvan. The slightest move of muscles beneath paled skin, the way his chest rose and fell with every steady breath. Such loyalty. Razvan would do anything for his King; to protect his King. It was this which granted him such freedom around Mortis. Saro and the others were confined to the Outer Sanctums to prevent possible treacheries. None of them posed any kind of threat to Mortis himself but it was best to keep opportunities to a minimum.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Mortis’s polite voice answers.

Razvan’s face remains unchanging but his voice relays his underlying confusion. “Pardon?”

Mortis crosses his right leg across his left, tapping it lightly against the other. “The offer is tempting... I suppose, however, do not feel so compelled to involve yourself in such trivial matters, Razvan. The Temple shall deal with trespassers as it always has. No need to send an escort for corpses willing to walk to their own graves.”

Razvan bows his head respectfully. He would not question Mortis’s wisdom. His King was never wrong. “By you word, Master...” Razvan says softly, rising to his feet and turning to leave.

Mortis’s eyes follow him, the golden pools deepening in color as he remembers a time when that back bore majestic wings. Those wings... tainted and twisted as if belonging to a fallen angel, outcast by even God Himself. Another small smile, this one pure of dark delight. Soon, he thinks. Soon we shall claim our new kingdom and you... Razvan...

The doors close silently. Shall be my prince...

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Naitsu: Palace of Night

Fullbring: A Force vampire who was turned by any means other than his soul devouring itself [the way purebred Force vampires (such as Mortis and Razvan) are 'born']; can also refer to a tainted person who has yet to turn.

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Yeah well I decided to give Mortis and Razvan’s Master/Apprentice relationship a little more of a dark twist. You know, Razvan’s fascination with Mortis goes a little overboard and Mortis becomes interested in just how far Razvan’s loyalty to him stretches. That kinda thing. Now I know that more than likely seems quite icky to you but don’t worry. Right now its mostly nothing.

As the plot continues their relationship will slowly expand and come more out in the open as well but don’t worry about it. I’ll be a good girl and promise not to write anything over a PG-13 vampire level. There will be nothing intense at all between the two so you don’t have to fear, my dear (yay for rhymes! ).

lol I'm not much of a g*y fan either. I mean I don't hate them (I have some friends who are g*y) but well... you know. Mortis and Razvan are not g*y though. I have weird kinks about making characters g*y. Bisexual would be a better term. Male vampires are bound to one female from the moment they are ‘born’ so they're not g*y. In fact, it's very rare that they develop feelings or desires for any other being than their mate (who’s female).

However, with Razvan's mate being dead his admiration for Mortis slowly turns into something more to fill the hungering void there. As for Mortis... well... he's just a sick bastard anyway. ^_^ But they're both still men and like women. Regarding Kain and Slade... again not g*y. Kain in fact is completely straight. Slade is bi which is why during their fight Kain tries to f**k with his head and throw the older vampire off. Doesn’t work but... anyway. He's just the kinda guy everyone wants to 'have fun' with. Well... most everyone. You get my point.
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Kain’s entire posture straightens and his muscles tense, eyes narrowing as the hair on the back of his neck stands on end. “You...” he bites, the single word burning across everyone’s skin like acid, his hands involuntarily clenching into fists.

He takes a step forward only to find Riordan’s arm pressed firmly against his stomach, stopping him. The vampire casts a glance in his brother’s direction, the noble’s eyes closed in that calm, uncaring manner, the same damn hand resting in the folds of his robes. Kain growls, gaze shooting back to the woman. He stares at her, his eyes deep and dark.

Refrain... his brother's thought echoes in his mind.

Kain’s body shakes faintly with building rage but after a moment he averts his gaze and taking a deep breath, steps back, the distance from the woman seeming to help calm his inner beast. Riordan nods slightly as if to thank his brother, opening his eyes to watch the woman closely.

“I apologize on behalf of my brother, my Lady,” he speaks, his voice smooth with grace and serenity.

“Don’t f***in’ apologize for me,” Kain snaps. “I didn’t do s**t.”

Riordan waves a hand at Kain as if telling him to be quiet. The vampire seems happy to oblige, folding his arms across his chest, careful to keep his eyes from wandering back to the woman lest he lose his temper.

“Might I inquire,” Riordan wonders, “what business a lady of the royal family has in such an area as this?” His eyes quickly dart about the camp, taking in every single soldier. They had to be careful. “And with such an escort,” he adds, surprised. “Expecting company other than us three?”

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P.S. I will be bringing Slade into the next post. ^_^

lol It's fine. I understand. You don't have to explain yourself dear. ^_^ I've just always seen vampires as the type to go both ways. And it helps me write when I write how I would picture something happening.
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A low growl rumbles in Kain's throat at the woman's comment regarding him. That b**ch... she didn't know a damn thing about him. She had no idea what he had been through... how he had suffered! His control begins to slip as his mind struggles to focus on Riordan, using his brother's own inner calm to keep his beast at bay. The pain... it was nothing compared to what would have happened had he not embraced this curse. He had given in because he had had no other choice; because if he hadn't... he would have lost Riordan.

Riordan's hand immediately withdraws from his robes when the lady addresses him. His eyes narrow slightly at her words and he becomes even more suspicious. This woman... does she know? he wonders to himself, Shouten Yaiba quieting so as not to draw attention.

When Leina states she will be joining the group on their quest to the tomb -with the attitude of whether the other members like it or not -Kain's brittle control snaps. "Like f***in' hell ya are!" he roars, stepping towards the woman again with more relentless intent than the first time, pushing Riordan aside so the noble has no chance to stop him again.

Suddenly a hand reaches out, an index finger touching the center of Kain's chest. A massive surge in Force power ripples around them as the redhead immediately halts, his body relaxing significantly, his eyes softening as they land on the blonde haired man before him. The only obstacle between him and that damn woman. "Slade..." he murmurs softly, the word almost inaudible.

The vampire apparently changed his clothes while he was away, now donning a white shirt with a black collar and deep ebony jeans held to his body by a purple belt. He grins, a death stick still held between his teeth. "Let's not get too excited just yet, eh Kain? I'd like to hear why this lovely woman wants to come along on such a dangerous journey to an ancient tomb and I can't right do that if you beat her to a pulp."

The vampire turns his head to glance back at Leina, smiling charmingly. She cannot help but notice the blood on his shirt as well as the small amount still dripping from the corner of his lips. "'Sides," he chimes with an underlying sarcastic tone sarcastically which only George, Riordan, and Kain pick up on, "she wouldn't be as pretty with blood all over her now would she?" His eyes darken.

Suddenly one of the soldiers in the distance points at Slade. "That's... that's... S-Shirokami!" he stutters.

Slade glances at the soldier before back at the lady. "I see I have fans."

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Shirokami: The White Wolf - an infamous, murderous jack of all trades (bounty hunter, slaver, assassin... you get the point). Alleged to be immortal. The bearer of over three dozen bounties and wanted by authorities on most planets. [A person would have to be very out of touch with the universe around them to not know about Shirokami...]

What Slade does with Kain here is a unique soothing technique. By applying power through Kain's body at the central point of his chest, Slade's builds pressure within the other vampire. This pressure is then directed to constrict around Kain's veins and heart which slows the progress of blood (and adrenaline) through his body thus preventing a rage and all together calming him.

However, Slade can only use this technique before Kain enters a rage. After that... well, he has to beat the anger out of him.

If I really was George (altough I am, my name translated from Serbian to English is George) but If I was that George, I would have hated that guy Slade...
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George made a facepalm... He didn't like this guy Slade. Tha Captain got out of the ship as the soldiers gathered to see the White Wolf. He started ordering them to get back to their duties. One by one they left...

Lady Leina didn't seem concerned about Kain even before Slade appeared. Why was that, George asked himself. She looked at that guy and just made a simple answer... "Ask your Jedi companion why." Everyone turned to George and he felt uncomfortable. She was looking at him... Her eyes... She knew... But how? How could she know? Except if...

He made a deep sigh and looked at Riordan. "She was in my vision. She must come with us, or I won't come out of that Tomb alive." He waited to see what others would say... Leina was cold... Of the all kinds of women, noblewomen are the worst...

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I know you got plans about the Tomb. But when they go in, and when they arrive at the "final" chamber, that part is mine. Something must happen in there that is important to George.

Oh really? And why would you hate him so much? Do tell. ^_^ By the way, remember Slade isn't g*y (which is why he kinda flirts in his own twisted way with Leina in that last post). Just like I have kinks with making characters straight g*y I also have kinks with them being referred to as such (even if they are bi). I don't know why. I'm just weird like that sometimes.

Also regarding the tomb... I had plans for the 'final' chamber as well but it's all yours. I'll just have a secret tunnel or something somehow pop up before they leave. Otherwise my entire Force vampire plot is kinda poop. Is that okay with you? I also have plans to have some sort of Guardian figure appear before them upon nearing the tomb. This figure, as well as several elements inside the tomb, are part of the extensive Elder plot I’m working on. Is that cool?

Btw, Jest whenever you get back just let me know and I’ll post that vampire part for you. It’s all written up and everything. I just didn’t want to post it while you weren’t around and have you lose it in the storyline me and George have written since then.
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Slade’s eyes jump to George, distain and power lurking in those deep sky blue pools. George cannot help but be captivated by the intensity of color shimmering in the vampire’s eyes and soon finds he can’t looked away. What lasts only a mere second or two seems to stretch into eternity. Shivers run up George’s spine. He suddenly feels trapped beneath Slade’s gaze, the fact only strengthening his resolve. He had no reason to. He was a Jedi after all...

His body fights to break the blonde’s spell only to discover he cannot move. His mouth opens to demand his release but silence is all he utters. His heart leaps in panic and air fills his lungs in frantic bursts.  This... what was it?! What was Slade doing?! As if abruptly losing interest, Slade’s eyes find Riordan, freeing George from the vampire’s hold, the Jedi taking a deep breath in appreciation. The older vampire’s hand slides from Kain’s chest before he shoves both into the pockets of his jeans.

“Well, looks like this ‘ere lady is important if you want that Jedi of yours surviving this mess,” he states cooly, his attitude now as serious as ever, his tone lacking any charm to return to the ice fire it once embodied. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that this man was the Shirokami.

“Indeed,” Riordan says simply as he weighs the situation mentally. They needed to stay light. Too many people would only draw unwanted attention to themselves. No doubt the purebreds already had their suspicions...

He turns to George. “If you deem it necessary, Lady Naberrie is welcome to accompany us. However,” he quickly adds, “I would advise her escort to consist of only two of her most trusted soldiers. This will not be an easy task I assure you, Master Jedi. Loyalties will be tested...”

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Okay what Slade does to George here is a combination of two things. Firstly he paralyzes George using a simple but expertly woven Force trick (so George cannot detect the web around his mind being formed or even hope to break it). Secondly he uses an illusion to double the effect of the paralysis, making George believe a situation last longer than it does and making him panic thusly.

He does this all with a simple glance. My, my Slade’s got some tricks up his sleeves doesn’t he?

Ah, well you see... I can't answer that question... exactly. Or give you pointers about what George needs to defeat Razvan. The vampire plot is very complex and to reveal one thing could reveal a lot of other things. So for now... I'll just keep it all to myself and spring it on ya. ^_^

And maybe I did. Slade doesn't like George too much either. And I'll make sure to give those two guys of yours gruesome deaths. Muhahahaha! XP
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Riordan nods, having no issue with the present situation. Kain, however, seems extremely agitated, his gaze landing on the two soldiers by the cruiser. Lightsabers?! His eyes narrow. He hadn't noticed before... their connections were so weak compared to his own. But as he focused he could feel them. More Jedi?! He growls aggressively, his anger quickly reaching a boiling point. He would not agree to this.

Slade moves to the redhead's side, casting the other vampire a glance, releasing a small amount of his power to snuff out Kain's and keep the man under control. "Settle down..."

Kain's eyes widen slightly and he turns to Slade with a dark glare, slapping the blonde's hand away when it reaches for his chest. "How tha f**k ya 'spect me ta f***in' calm down damn it?! One f***in' Jedi is nuff for me to deal with. I don't f***in' need anymore taggin' along."

Slade growls, the faintest threat of white fangs evident in the slight curl of his lip.  Riordan glances back at the source of commotion, reaching out to touch his brother's mind.

"Brother, now is not the time for this..." he pleads, his voice deep and smooth.

Kain pushes back against Riordan's thoughts. "I ain't gettin' on that ship with f***in' Jedi."

Slade hits him on the back, the simple pat enough to cause the redhead slight discomfort. "Same 'ere. Nothin' against the Jedi personally... I just don't like flyin'." He looks at Kain. "Race ya."

The blonde suddenly disappears. "Bastard!" Kain roars before disappearing himself.

Riordan turns back to George with a look as if nothing at all had happened. He holds his hand out for George to proceed into the cruiser. As the Jedi does so one of the noble's lean hands lands softly on his shoulder. He steps closer to George and his voice lowers so their conversation is not overheard.

"The tomb of the Elders is no ordinary ruins, Master Jedi," he begins, his voice deep and dark. "It was once a Holy Temple of the very beings the Vampire King turned it against and its cursed ground was once worshipped as sacred. Many secrets lie buried within such desolation but we are trifling with powerful forces which do not take kindly to trespassers."

"Be wary, Master Jedi," a threatening bite suddenly clinging to his words, "and guard yourself well. Your taint could very well be your undoing as mine could be my own. Do not hesitate to strike me down should I not be able to withstand the darkness because I assure you, I will not hesitate to kill you should I be presented with the same opportunity. You and I are not like my brother and Slade; we cannot tame the curse in our blood. We would lose our humanity to a monster... and I will not allow it."

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Riordan does not have any issues with George. In fact he likes the Jedi. He's merely saying that if George becomes a vampire he will kill him without hesitation and he expects George to do the same for him.

Riordan is straight too, dear. And I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd have a 'security' checkpoint so near the place the characters were actually going. I'm expecting the tomb to be out in the middle of nowhere where people wouldn't venture or where it would be hard to gain access to it. It is cursed after all. No one has ever returned. *spooky ghost noises* And because of this the area and the tomb/Temple need to be really eerie. Do you want to find a pic or can I have at it?
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lol I had pictured it overgrown as well. I'll try to find a picture of an ancient jungle tomb with a statue. If I can't we'll just imagine the statue as being there. Be back real soon. To google, away! ^_^
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