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Oct 3, 2010 19:01:12 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 3, 2010 19:01:12 GMT -6
The succubus was running as fast as she could. She wished she had teleportation magic, but she wasn’t that kind of demon. Her clothes started to warp and suddenly she was wearing a green track suit and running shoes. That was much easier than a lace cami to run in. She dashed around trees, trying to find a way to escape. That man was sure to have followed her and she was so damn close to escaping, she didn’t want to lose now.
She wasn’t a really fast runner she realized. She had to use her wits now to get out of this. She had a lot more than the typical succubus, as pretty obvious. She spotted a cave and figured that would be too obvious, so she kept running. She needed an out and the woods weren’t exactly a good place to find them!
She really just hoped he wouldn’t recognize her. She looked so different; she could just be a jogger in the middle of nowhere. She stopped and stuffed the dagger in a holster against her leg that she conjured. She looked around her suddenly, trying to hear if she was being followed.
Back at the camp, a pair of eyes watched the whole business unfold. This was certainly interesting news.
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Drunk
Oct 3, 2010 19:15:37 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 3, 2010 19:15:37 GMT -6
Dante continued to sprint through the woods occasionally looking at his pocket watch for directions, he was covered in little cuts and bruises from where tree branches had hit him and where he had tripped. His feet were getting sore but that was to be expect seeming as he was running around with no shoes.
He bolted past an old cave, he momentarily slowed to check his watch but it showed nothing was there, well nothing important at least. Eventually he sighted someone ahead of him, it was a small blonde girl in a track suit. This was the initial thing that was out of place, why would any of the Seidhrfolk be out in a track suit at this time of night.
Dante stepped forward and was about to speak when he felt that usual sting in his stomach, he took a step back and took a deep breath to prevent himself vomiting. Looks like the Vodka didn't like his running.
"That's.... that's a neat trick, but I'm gonna need that Dagger back" he said while taking a deep breath.
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Drunk
Oct 3, 2010 19:54:29 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 3, 2010 19:54:29 GMT -6
She whipped around to see Dante in her wake. She kept calm, she noticed the immediate signs of nausea. She could use the fact that he was seriously drunk to her advantage. She decided to play innocent, like she wasn’t the succubus. She let her eyes get wide and fearful, like she was lost and she didn’t know who was accusing her of what.
“W-what trick? Who…who are you? Can you tell me where I am?” she should get a freaking Oscar for that performance, even her voice was different, higher and squeakier.
She had no idea about his ability to sense the power of the dagger. She just hoped she was convincing enough to throw him off and get him to leave her alone. She started backing up, in the direction of the cave she saw. If she could find some shelter, she’d be better off. She could use the hiding place as a better ground to keep him off her.
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Drunk
Oct 4, 2010 17:15:17 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 4, 2010 17:15:17 GMT -6
Dante shook his head and took a moment to catch his breath, he really wasn't feeling very well now but he had to get that dagger back otherwise he'd never hear the end of it from Lawrence. 'The Devils Thorn' was more valuable than eye soul he had ever collected, if he lost it he would be dead and this time there would be no coming back.
"Come on Demon... no matter where you go I'll be able to find you, I wont give up either" he said with a drunken smile.
He took a few steps forward and held out his hand, "now no more games, give me my dagger".
((sorry its short))
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Drunk
Oct 4, 2010 17:25:57 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 17:25:57 GMT -6
“My name isn’t Demon!” she shouted, suddenly breaking her character, “It isn’t hussy, or succubus, or whore, either!”
She was surprised with herself; it was a touchy subject to her. She’d been called many things; it frankly upset her. She didn’t see a way out of this now, she was tired and growing weaker by the second. She didn’t want to die either, so she had to think on her feet. He was still drunk, but he clearly cared a hell of a lot about this dagger.
“You’ll just kill me if I give it back,” she said, backing up a little.
She was scared, that was true. Succubae weren’t devoid of feeling. She didn’t want to give it back, nor did she really want to live a life of mindless sex either. It was in her best interest to keep it. She figured out a way to possibly get around this.
“Look, I’ll make you a deal,” she said, “I’ve read your memories, I know what you do. Give me a soul and I’ll give you back your dagger.”
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Drunk
Oct 4, 2010 17:40:42 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 4, 2010 17:40:42 GMT -6
"Whoa, damn calm down...." he asked, obviously her shouting was giving him a migraine.
She wanted a single soul for his dagger, this however made no sense at all. If she had seen his memories then she would have known he had more than one soul, why ask only for one. He wanted his dagger back but he didnt want to fall into a trap, the alcohol in his system was not helping at all.
"one soul for the dagger.... just one and you'll hand it over, no tricks?" he asked suspiciously as he took a few steps forward.
Either she kept her word or she tried to kill him, either way Dante would get the dagger back. The alcohol was slightly wearing off by now and the after effects were kicking in. If she decided to sprint off again she would probably get away, the last of his energy was being used right now.
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Drunk
Oct 4, 2010 17:50:37 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 17:50:37 GMT -6
The succubus was pretty desperate; if she didn’t eat soon she would die soon. That was how soul eating went. She suddenly realized with his doubt of her sincerity that she could have a lot more. He had several souls and could attain many more without an issue. She would have to stay around him to get them, though. What would she do instead of trolling for souls?
“Well… yes,” she said, “But I keep the dagger until I get it.”
She didn’t want to be tricked anymore than he did. When they got back, she could ‘propose’ something more beneficial. Even if she wasn’t who she said she was he was getting pretty into her. She could make a deal, a long-term deal with him instead of a short-term one. She had to think of the terms so she didn’t get screwed in the end. She stopped, amused by her pun. Well, if things went well, she would get screwed indeed.
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Oct 4, 2010 18:11:32 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 4, 2010 18:11:32 GMT -6
Dante frowned for a second, not liking the fact he had to give up a soul before he got his dagger back but it seemed to be the only way. He stared at her for a second before smiling, "fine have it your way.... and i never got your name" he said as he pulled his watch out of his pocket and held it in the palm of his hand. He wrapped the chain around his fingers and wrist to gold the watch in place in his palm, this was to help with the transfer and to also make sure she didn't grab it and run off.
"come here then and I'll transfer the soul" he said with a smile. He hadn't done this in a long time but he was sure he could pull it off flawlessly. He rubbed his hands together and yawned slightly before holding out the hand with the pocket watch.
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Drunk
Oct 4, 2010 18:26:56 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 4, 2010 18:26:56 GMT -6
The succubus thought for a moment, she had a name, true. She didn’t want to give Dante her True Name; that could cause problems down the road. It wasn’t a very pretty name anyway. She had been called something once… by her sisters.
“It’s… Piper,” she said, deciding she liked the sound of the name, “I already know yours.”
Piper stood awkwardly out of reach to Dante. She didn’t like to be put into dangerous situations when she felt like she had the control, but she had no choice. She either went through with this, or withered away into nothing. She took a step toward Dante and hesitated. She took a deep breath and moved closer. She didn’t want to die, but she just had to trust him. She was unsure of what he wanted her to do, so she just looked up at him.
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Drunk
Oct 4, 2010 19:43:54 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 4, 2010 19:43:54 GMT -6
Dante quickly moved forward and placed his watch hand on her chest and grabbed her hip with the other. He smiled for a second and then closed his eyes to concentrate, there was a moment of silence before a faint light appeared under his hand. The light started of dim and small before growing brighter and brighter, Dante's hand began to shake and he gritted his teeth.
Dante groaned and a rush of wind swept by them, then the air went still. There was a slight spark as he moved his hand away from Pipers chest then suddenly a huge bolt erupted between them and Dante was thrown back wards a good 10 feet before hitting the floor hard.
He rolled onto his back and looked at the watch in his hand, it was still letting off a few sparks. Dante coughed a little then sat up, "wow.... cant believe i forgot about that".
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