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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on May 30, 2014 15:57:43 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]width:460px;background:transparent;margin-bottom:-330px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all 1.6s linear;-moz-transition: all 1.6s linear;-ms-transition: all 1.6s linear;-o-transition: all 1.6s linear;transition: all 1.6s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .2s linear;-moz-transition: all .2s linear;-ms-transition: all .2s linear;-o-transition: all .2s linear;transition: all .2s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"] It was surprising how easily Dainn grew bored in Victor's absence. The good doctor had been gone for a few days now, leaving Dainn somewhat to his own devices back at the homestead. Even so, there was only so much a dog could do while his master was away, and in his solitude, this particular puppy found himself growing increasingly restless. Most of the time, he lounged around, suitably scuffing up Victor's otherwise tidy bedsheets and sofa quilts and what-have-you. He'd explored the house diligently and found himself as unwilling housekeeper for the time being, although it would come as no surprise to hear that he didn't exactly accept the duty with good grace; 'helpfully' rearranging the food index in Victor's organized pantry, not bothering to mop up a spillage of tea in the front room, 'accidentally' knocking over an intricate looking vase in the bathroom and scratching the words 'Dainn's stomping ground' into the wallpaper of Victor's bedroom had all been necessary obligations that Dainn had efficiently seen to while Victor was away.
Presently, Dainn was lying sprawled on Victor's sofa, naked, and throwing a collection of darts he found into the opposite wall. He grew bored of this quickly, deciding not to even collect the batch of sharpened objects once he'd thrown the entire set. In truth, he almost wanted Victor back, not because of any feelings of affection (at least not any seen as 'normal' by the standards of civilized society) but simply because Victor kept him amused, kept his interest peaked-well, when he wasn't trying to bathe him anyway.
Dainn's nose visibly scrunched up at the memory, and he quickly sat up in a jerking motion, looking about him across the darkened room. He hadn't really bothered much with lights during Victor's absence, the dark was much more preferable, and Dainn felt relaxed in such an environment. Besides, it would be wiser at the current time to keep the house inconspicuous, lest there were any Drakonrhedi nosing around outside. Dainn's wounds had sufficiently healed since his previous skirmish, enough that he'd be more than capable of going out for a hunt or defending himself, but the prevention of a police break-in saved the hassle. Besides, he reckoned Victor would have enough of a heart attack with the mess that he'd left, without having to worry about broken glass and beaten down doors to boot.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't venture outside and save the Drakonrhedi the trouble.
The curving of his lips was the only movement in that darkened room as Dainn darkly smirked to himself, the makings of an idea fresh in his mind. He doubted Victor would return this evening, being as late as it was already, although he didn't believe for one second that the doctor would be in any way alarmed at his dog's absence. Dainn stood up and trotted quickly up the stairs and into Victor's bedroom. His old attire had been ripped beyond repair in his last fight with the Drakonrhedi, but Victor had been gracious enough to find him a similar outfit. Dainn poured himself into his new threads, neatly buttoning up his shirt and adjusting the collar so that it sat smartly around his pale neck. Admittedly, the shirt was a little small for him, the fabric straining against his taut chest, so Dainn had to loosen a couple of the top buttons for comfort's sake - plus, he looked damn good, so what was the problem?
He briskly clambered down the stairs, heavy set boots thumping loudly against the wooden boards as he made he way to the door. "Just popping out for a brief one, darling." he called loudly, and to no one, his baritone voice echoing around the empty corridors of the gloomy abode. Of course, having no keys on his person, he left the door unlocked once he slammed it shut, but Victor's neighbourhood was scarcely inhabited at best, the greater population seeking residence in the safer sides of town, so Dainn suspected no one would be poking too close to such a foreboding keep. The air was brisk with chill that evening, but the clouds had parted the sky for once and the flecks of white penetrated the otherwise black heavens. Dainn ruffled himself inside his coat, savouring the night air on his tongue, enjoying the slight smoky twang he received in his tastebuds.
The city was littered with his wanted posters, which he discovered as he aimlessly prowled the streets, eyes flickering around underneath his dark curls whenever one came into his view. His sketched countenances stared darkly back at him, watching him as they passed, and he felt rather like an actor receiving his curtain call; a hundred little eyes watching him, silently applauding him, congratulating him. As he walked past a poster hanging on a lamppost on his left, he reached out and snatched the paper with a loud flourish, quickly crumpling himself into his pocket, deciding he'd like to maybe show Victor it later, like a dog bringing his master a stick.
The streets were disappointingly empty tonight, neither civilian or Drakonrhedi coming out to greet him. How rude. He thought maybe if he did find someone, he'd bring them back as a welcome home present for Victor, unless the doctor was out sampling his own resources, which would be terribly unthoughtful of him, after all- that's what he had Dainn for. The previous experiments, Dainn's other presents, had since been locked away in Victor's basement laboratory, an area which Dainn had not been able to uncover in the doctor's absence. He thought he'd overheard someone crying down there, but perhaps it had been his imagination, as when he tried to utter an ululating howl back in greeting, the noise ceased and the house was silent once more. Victor didn't usually seem to keep a victim alive longer than a few days anyway, so Dainn assumed if the noise hadn't been his own creation, it had been the wind howling outside instead.
Eventually, Dainn came to the docks, where the airships bobbed in the air like dead fish a stagnant pond, their crew members long since retired to bed. The Shuck's pace relaxed into a stroll, gently observing the sights as a tourist would do, enjoying the blissful quiet that he would no doubt shatter as the night wore on.
Dainn needed his playthings, his toys, craved the pleasure like a drug. The night air had renewed a burst of vigour inside him, the suspense before an inevitable hunt building his excitement.
As if Dainn needed Victor to have some fun.
Tags: Vykhlu the EruditeInspiration: clearly this; Notes: dainn misses his vyk awwww cuties <3
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on May 31, 2014 23:32:24 GMT
Vykhlu was on duty.
And by 'on duty,' he meant in a smaller sense. He was constantly on duty while on Earth, being here for solely scientific purposes. However, currently in his Drakonrhedi guise, he was on duty for the group of warriors, patrolling the sector of the Midgardborg not far from his base as Doctor Victor.
Vaguely, and with some amusement, he pondered what Dainn could be up to. However, the thought lasted only a fleeting moment before it was pushed out of existence by more pressing matters.
He knew where he was, which was better than what usually happened when he was left to wander alone in a city. But he simply had different things on his mind: his next report to the Infinite, for example. He'd need to get something noteworthy for them besides his work on the humans, as he wanted to keep that slightly secret for now. Stolen ideas did him no good.
That meant he'd have to dissect another behemoth for them, or at least have a specimen prepared in case they demanded it, which meant he'd have to get ahold of at least two of the same species--one to prep himself, the other to perform.
"Vyk."
He glanced up at Tsui's words.
"You're wandering off again."
The Erudite repressed a sigh. "I don't really mind, you know."
"You'll get jumped at this rate. And you're nearing the docks--don't trip and fall."
"I wouldn't be worried, Tsui."
Sometimes he wondered if Tsui's primary function was to worry. It was nice to have someone looking after you, of course, but he was able to take care of himself. Not that Tsui's worrying was unwelcome--it had saved his hide multiple times.
"What behem-"
"None."
He sighed. "Obstinate?"
"No, I just don't think that they're the biggest xenobiological anomaly down here."
Vykhlu paused in the middle of the near-empty street, eyes turning to the stars as he thought. A breeze ruffled him, making the military coat of his uniform flap in the wind.
"Ahh, I see."
A smile made his lips turn upwards.
He brought his head down and continued walking onward.
She was thinking of the Sker'ish, of course, interesting cnidarian beings that repelled behemoths. They would make a most wonderful study for the Infinite--not because of their anatomy, no, as cnidaria was one of the simpler phyla, but of their unique toxin. He'd have to procure samples. Unfortunately, this was not nearly as easy as having a mass murderer do his work.
"Speaking of. Vyk."
He glanced up again, enhanced eyes focusing on an approaching figure.
"Is that Dainn?"
"Pheromone signature suggests yes."
Vyk sighed. "What's the dog doing out? I need to get him a crate."
"Or you could stop associating with him entirely."
"We've already discussed that. Not feasible or practical."
The Erudite gave another sigh. He was in his Drakonrhedi uniform, too. How wonderful. Dainn was certain to target him at this rate.
There was no logical reason to about-face and walk away from the man, either, even if Vyk had wanted to. The Promethaen had a feeling that this would be a most amusing confrontation--at least for him.
The poor dog would probably be very confused.
It wasn't Vyk's fault that his actions were ineffable to lesser creatures. They simply didn't have the brain power, or the connections, that he did. Dainn would just have to deal with being confused--not that Vyk particularly objected to confusing his dog. He didn't really care, to be honest.
It would just be a bit of amusement to spice up his evening. Not that it needed spicing up--evenings here were so short, anyway. The Earth's spin was irritatingly fast at times. Vyk had barely been able to get accustomed to sleeping every other night, although to be fair he laired on a planet with a very slow rotation.
"Vyk."
"Yes, yes, yes."
He focused himself firmly into the present in preparation for a conflict, and walked on.
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"I am not your savior, nor your destruction. I am simply a xenobiologist. And your god." DESIGNATION; the Erudite, Head Xenobiologist of the Infinite. ORGANIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE; Tsui CURRENT ALIAS DESIGNATION; Pryfektus Alastaire Ashson ADDITIONAL NOTABLE COMPANIONS; None. |
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Jun 1, 2014 17:34:12 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]width:460px;background:transparent;margin-bottom:-330px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all 1.6s linear;-moz-transition: all 1.6s linear;-ms-transition: all 1.6s linear;-o-transition: all 1.6s linear;transition: all 1.6s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .2s linear;-moz-transition: all .2s linear;-ms-transition: all .2s linear;-o-transition: all .2s linear;transition: all .2s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"] Dainn kept his disposition casually attentive, like a fox padding the streets for something to scavenge. In truth, he wasn't looking for a large hunt or something to pour all his efforts into. Instead, tonight would be spent amusing himself, expending bouts of energy which would otherwise be poured onto Victor, but unfortunately in his absence, Dainn had to find other ways to keep himself active. In the days spent waiting for his body to heal, Dainn had accumulated a lot of pent-up energy that simply wasn't satisfied doing menial things like breaking Victor's various household items. He needed an intense exertion that only the hitherto life of a serial killer offered, something to keep his vitality at a peak. Tonight, Dainn's chosen plaything would be someone who had the stupidity to carelessly wonder the streets in solitude. Breaking and entering was fun, sure, but Dainn wanted to keep things simple this time. A good clean hunt. Maybe he'd bring home his prize for Victor, maybe. But it was anyone's guess at to when the doctor was returning, and Dainn suspected he probably wouldn't take kindly to a rotting corpse sitting on his doorstep like a welcome home present. Better the victim stay fresh, supposedly. If Dainn decided against this course of action, he would simply eat his efforts instead. No big deal, probably less hassle than dragging something back to the homestead. The docks had been silent for a while, and Dainn mused the idea of possibly moving on to richer fields with better game, but the suggestion fell silent in his brain when the sound of footsteps gently caressed his ear drum. The individual was approaching from up ahead, although Dainn couldn't quite analyse the figure correctly from where he was standing. The steps sounded reasonably well-footed, purposeful, not a staggering Midgardborg drunk. The shoes sounded light and gliding, but without the click-clack of a heel, so Dainn assumed his encroaching prey was a male, more delicately built than most as he could see from the shape of the person's darkened outline. Dainn was no fool; there was probably a high enough chance that the man had already seen him, after all, they were both slowly approaching one another, although Dainn's pace had considerably slowed by now. A surprise ambush was out of the question, so Dainn would probably have to opt for an obvious assault, sloppy and brash, but effective nonetheless and possibly a better use of his energy. As Dainn mentally calculated his method of action, he was beginning to see the flourish of faded white in the man's attire and a cracked lightbulb lit up somewhere dark in Dainn's head. He had to will his lips to stay motionless, lest the glint of his teeth in the lamplight reflected his joyful smirk. So, this fellow wasn't just some ordinary civilian out for a late night stroll, he was a Drakonrhedi on his nightly rounds. And alone too, Dainn noted as his eyes flickered quickly over his surroundings. Judging by his age, Dainn assumed this soldier was experienced, an Idenues at least but possibly a Pryfektus. Delightful. That would make his evening more interesting. Tiros had their advantages, being so easy to kill and what not (and their screams, so loud!), but an aged Drakonrhedi offered more of a challenge, and Dainn did just adore games. Not just this, but there was chance that a Pryfektus would be familiar with the Shuck, so Dainn wouldn't have to bother with trivial formalities such as introductions and just get down to business. "Lovely evening, officer." he offered. He had to call to ensure that the Drakonrhedi would hear him correctly, but his voice sounded almost gentle, "I was just taking a stroll myself. The night air is so refreshing."At face value, Dainn appeared to be taking it easy; lazily strolling, grin wide and welcoming, hands in his coat pockets, limbs relaxed and languid. Inside however, was a different story. The heartbeat in his chest was quickening with the expectant thrill of conflict and his mind had already plotted several different ways to kill this man. Strangulation? Disembowelment? You could incorporate both? What if Victor wants the body? F-u-c-k Victor. This is mine.Dainn was so close now, he could almost taste this man on his tongue, which escaped his lips momentarily to dampen them hungrily with saliva. "Did you hear about that tiro who got his arm chopped off- goodness me, that almost sounds like the beginning of a joke." Dainn's voice was surprisingly casual for how inwardly excited he was getting, as if the topic of butchered Drakonrhedi was just like chatting about the weather to him, "Nasty business. I wonder if he ever got it back."If Dainn launched himself in Shuck form, he could be on this Drakonrhedi in less than a second, but for now, he kept his route unchanging. "What a brave Drakonrhedi you are!" Dainn added, almost sounding congratulatory but his voice seeped with mockery, "-To be on the streets with an escaped criminal on the loose." They were less than two metres apart now, "You really do care." One metre. "It's almost touching." Suddenly, and without warning, Dainn's hands lurched out and seized the officer's collar and pulled him in close, although there was nothing affectionate and intimate about Dainn's disposition. Their faces were a hair width apart, Dainn's lips curled upwards into something that was a cross between a grin and a snarl. "Fancy playing with me tonight, officer?" His eyes were ablaze with mad excitement, words spitting out from behind his bared teeth like venom, "Let's have some fun. I'm so bored!" And with the loud explosion of the last word, Dainn suddenly pushed the officer away from him with unbridled force, aiming to send the other individual hurtling backwards. This done, Dainn pounced. If the officer had managed to stagger through the shove and remain on his feet, Dainn would hope the weight of his own body crashing down upon his was enough to send them both to the ground with Dainn on top, almost straddling the man underneath him. Instead of choosing to effectively pin him in place, Dainn kept both hands either side of the officer's head, in a challenging 'your move' sort of gesture. Tags: Vykhlu the EruditeInspiration: wow omg no inspiration here urrrrgghh Notes: behold the worst dainn post in history. i can't write fights haaaaa
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Jun 1, 2014 22:00:27 GMT
"Lovely evening, officer."
Vyk glanced up, nodding at Dainn as if he were just another passerby. The dog was no doubt jittering with anticipation by now, the Promethaen mused to himself with a small sigh.
Another breeze blew from Dainn's back towards Vyk.
"Tsui-"
"Pheromone levels suggest he is preparing for a fight, yes."
The Erudite gave no outwards indication, but acknowledged Tsui's reply mentally. He, too, appeared serene, despite the preparations that both he and his OAI were making. Even as he calmed himself in preparation for accessing his magic, Tsui heightened his senses by stimulating the release of hormones.
"I was just taking a stroll myself. The night air is so refreshing."
"Ahh, yes." He glanced up with a smile and a blink, like a man who has been startled out of deep thought and, while not objecting to the intrusion, would greatly prefer to return to his pondering. "Very nice. Very nice indeed."
Dainn licked his lips. Vyk keyed into that like a hawk: Tsui's predictions were right.
Hands in pockets. Muscles relaxed. Will give me marginal response time. Attacker is mentally insane. Drama king. Will require build-up to the strike. Warning will come in tone shift.
Assaulter is approximately three meters away.
He could feel the hormones rushing through him, but he ignored them. That was a physical preparation, his mind was a far superior weapon.
"Did you hear about that tiro who got his arm chopped off- goodness me, that almost sounds like the beginning of a joke."
Did you hear about the mass murderer who currently believes himself to have the upper hand?
"Nasty business. I wonder if he ever got it back."
"Doubtful," Vykhlu responded dryly, voice low.
"What a brave Drakonrhedi you are!"
There it was: the shift in his voice that Vyk had anticipated. He stopped walking and stood stonily still, staring at the approaching assailant.
"Vyk, what are you-"
"-To be on the streets with an escaped criminal on the loose. You really do care. It's almost touching."
"Is that a pun?" he inquired quietly, as if vaguely interested and slightly amused by the subject. After all, the two of them were almost...
He was yanked forward.
...Touching.
Apparently it was time to engage. His eyes flickered shut.
"Fancy playing with me tonight, officer?"
Spittle was flying at him from Dainn's slavering mouth. Vyk scrunched up his face in disgust and disapproval.
"What a messy dog you are," he muttered.
"Let's have some fun. I'm so bored!"
He was thrown backward, but instead of stopping his momentum, the Erudite pushed off, dropping to the ground and rolling first away from the Shuck. He stood once more, not dropping into a fighting crouch like a combatant might.
His eyes opened.
Even in the shoddy lamplight, they shone unnaturally. The whites had disappeared, leaving nothing but jet black save for silver pupils.
The world was transformed, shining with a hectic and seemingly random flow of shimmering strings, each indescribable in colour, both transparent and obscuring the world around him. They both overlaid the surrounding matter and permeated it, sending light dancing from the ground beneath him and giving the stars a new shimmering quality.
This was the aetheric matrix, of course.
He did not necessarily need to see it to readily access it, as most humans were unaware of its existence and yet they accessed it regardless. His choice to key himself in to its eccentricities, then, was purely a thing of personal preference, something to amuse him for the duration of this interaction, since the human would prove no match for a Promethaen.
'Have some fun.' Does not desire swift kill.
The madman pounced. Tsui's presence gave him valuable reaction time, but he deemed it a better plan to let himself be caught. After all, this was purely humouring the poor Dainn. It was not an actual confrontation--no, far from it, at least from the Erudite's perspective.
In a moment, he was on the ground, Dainn on top of him. This was becoming an alarmingly frequent occurrence, Vyk noted, as he shut his eyes in preparation for more spit flying at his face. However, as he suspected, the murderer did not efficiently pin him, instead choosing to hold his head.
Vykhlu sighed, raising an arm to wipe spittle off of his face with the back of one gloved hand. "So you've managed to survive thus so far," he remarked with a monotone voice that indicated that he did not care one bit. "Rather barbaric for you to treat a Pryfektus in this manner. I would have hoped that even a dog might learn to respect its better."
He raised his hand from his face and pulled off the gloves, revealing several rings that shone like silver in the lamplight. However, as Vyk opened his eyes once more (revealing their odd colouration), he saw a very different sight: an intricate pattern of lines gleaming along their surface, fractaling along the mercury's surface. At any moment, the rings could be transformed into quickshadow, but Vykhlu had no need for a weapon yet.
The energetic darkness was abundant about him, the spin of the vesperons keyed in to his particular magic type.
And he could use magic as flagrantly as he wanted, so long as he did not attract undue attention: for there was no way that Dainn could speak of this fight to anyone besides the good 'Doctor Victor,' and that man just so happened to be him.
A small and enigmatic smile graced his lips.
He wrenched the energies around him into action, concentrating and suffusing his form with shadow, transferring the energy of the vesperons to his particles (destroying the vesperons) and, simultaneously, brushing away the vesperons from another nearby area to create a sort of low-energy area. This was all relative, of course, as the concentration of particles was such that to clear them from an area entirely was not only impractical but nearly impossible, not to mention highly unnecessary.
The result of his action was a sort of diffusional force: the energies wanted to balance, and because he happened to be high energy and the area he'd created happened to be low energy, he was naturally pulled in that direction, just slightly faster than the human eye could follow.
To a human observer, it would look as if he had melted into shadow, dissolved, and regained existence slightly to Dainn's right, standing and perfectly unaffected. It might seem like he had oozed into his new location and form, but far faster than any normal liquid would flow.
Vyk gave a small and extremely polite cough, still holding his gloves in one hand.
"I may have misunderstood the situation. It appears as if you are attempting to kill me, correct?" His voice was considerably more amused, having taken on a whimsical tint.
"You're going to blow your cover."
"Do I care?"
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"I am not your savior, nor your destruction. I am simply a xenobiologist. And your god." DESIGNATION; the Erudite, Head Xenobiologist of the Infinite. ORGANIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE; Tsui CURRENT ALIAS DESIGNATION; Pryfektus Alastaire Ashson. ADDITIONAL NOTABLE COMPANIONS; A dog.TAGS; Dainn Haskett Vindalfr INSPIRATION; haha what is NOTES; wow ok i'm sorry this sucks uh the explanation of quickshadow can be found on his bio page the explanation for the other crap is basically me being all sciencey and YEAH PROMETHAEN UNDERSTANDING OF MAGIC WOOP WOOP |
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Jun 2, 2014 23:21:45 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]width:460px;background:transparent;margin-bottom:-330px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all 1.6s linear;-moz-transition: all 1.6s linear;-ms-transition: all 1.6s linear;-o-transition: all 1.6s linear;transition: all 1.6s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .2s linear;-moz-transition: all .2s linear;-ms-transition: all .2s linear;-o-transition: all .2s linear;transition: all .2s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"] "Ahh, yes. Very nice. Very nice indeed." The officer seemed casual, relaxed, unfazed. Obviously this Drakonrhedi had missed the class in which they explained that the man in front of him was an escaped serial killer. Dainn nearly scrunched his nose up in distaste, after all, he did so love it when people recognized him, or was the city not completely tarnished with his wanted posters? Then again, it could be that this officer had in fact recognized the Shuck's face, and was playing the casual card as some cheap gimmick, probably under the mindset that if he kept a cool facade, the Shuck would simply pass him by and seek out a more interesting catch. "Doubtful," That unimpressed undertone. It was somewhat familiar, although no sooner had Dainn mused this thought was it pushed aside by more pressing matters. The two men were now locked in a less-than-loving embrace, the soldier's eyes already clamped shut against the barrage of saliva hurtling towards his face. "What a messy dog you are," For a brief flash of a second, Dainn's brow momentarily pinched, as if hearing some troubling news. In any other situation, he might've politely asked the man to repeat his words, but in the heated flurry of the moment, Dainn had already launched the Drakonrhedi backwards, too caught up in his own excitement to properly analyse the subtext of the officer's disapproving sentence. A messy dog?
Who gave you that sort of authority? The Drakonrhedi had rolled against the brash assault, finishing neatly on both feet as if he'd just landed a jump. Annoying bastard. Dainn gave a brief snarl, throat rumbling with baritone growls as his eyes flashed with anger. He could've shifted in that moment, the body of a supposed 'demon dog' ( really, how dramatic could people get?) far more superior in terms of strength and agility than his current self. However Dainn quickly decided against that, preferring the feel of skin on his bare, human palms then through the slobbering jaws of his canine muzzle. Besides, it looked as if someone else was prepared to alter their physical state instead. As Dainn moved in to strike by using his entire body as a battering ram, the eyes of the officer flicked open, a deep, unnatural glow resonating from their gleaming surface. Dainn could have scoffed. Glowing eyes were some cheap parlour trick; he often used such an illusion himself, to enhance the fear of his victims. Apparently the sight of some huge, hellish hound with shining saucer-like eyes did not bode well for the human state of mind. Who knew? Be that as it may, if this Drakonrhedi was trying to achieve an air intimidation, it wasn't working. Once they'd collided together, Dainn firmly kept his position up top, his shoulders rising and falling with the shaky heaving of his ragged breath that blew puffs of steam into the air. He was undeniably excited, there was no two ways about it, and yet he inwardly hoped the Pryfektus wouldn't simply bow out and allow himself to be executed there and then, lest he completely spoil Dainn's evening, which would be incredibly unthoughtful of him! "So you've managed to survive thus so far," Dainn ran his tongue smoothly over his top lip, watching the face of the man beneath him carefully. There was almost a calm acceptance in his demeanor, the disposition of a man who seemed incredibly familiar with this. However, Dainn didn't really clue into this as much he did with the undertones of challenge in the officer's words. Come on, officer, don't keep me waiting.Inwardly, Dainn noted that he needed to calm himself down; he was getting too excited, the expectant bloodlust making it almost hard to think coherently. But it had felt like an eternity since he'd really sunk his teeth into his passion, and he was finding it hard to hold on much longer. "Rather barbaric for you to treat a Pryfektus in this manner." Dainn gave a look of mock-remorse; the heavily exaggerated frown creasing his features as his damp, pink lips stuck out in a very visible pout. Oh, boo-hoo." I would have hoped that even a dog might learn to respect its better." I beg your pardon...And there it was again - the slight furrowing of Dainn's brow, the flash of confusion in his eyes. A theme was beginning to develop in the officer's words at an alarming rate, a theme that Dainn had only heard peppering the words of one other individual. It could be that the Drakonrhedi lying beneath him was simply referencing his capture's alter form, but given that he'd given no earlier indication as to knowing who the Shuck was, Dainn was left with makings of a bizarre idea which began to worm its ways into the depths of his brain, briefly clouding any of strain of thought. The Drakonrhedi had removed his glows, the rings that adorned his slim fingers catching the supernatural glint from his eyes. Suddenly, and before Dainn could act accordingly, the familiar tendrils of shadow seemed to snaked around the other man's body, enveloping him in a mask of gloom and dissolving any trace of his being. Dainn uttered a small noise of confusion, rapidly blinking several times as he watched his prize fade before his very eyes, leaving him to straddle nothing but thin air. That definitely didn't seem like some cheap parlour trick...The Drakonrhedi materialised moments later a few paces to the right, and Dainn whirled around instantly, lips quivering as he pulled them back into an almost inhuman snarl. He got to his feet moments later, trying not to seem inwardly impressed at his opponent's unheard of abilities. Still, he could marvel all he wanted once the job was over. "I may have misunderstood the situation. It appears as if you are attempting to kill me, correct?" Attempting? I'll show you 'attempting'....And why does your smart-arse tone seem so familiar?Fury blazed in Dainn's eyes, enraged that he'd been humiliated in such a way. " You catch on quickly, poppet." he retorted, almost cooing if it hadn't been for his bared teeth betraying any sense of affection in his words. He licked his lips, "Like I said, I am so terribly bored this evening. This poor puppy has been left all alone with nothing to sink his teeth into." A thin smile curved his lips, "You're my plaything for the evening. It's quite a privilege, I assure you."With a swift jerking motion of his head, Dainn clicked his neck, the sound of his cracking bones shattering the otherwise silent night air, "But don't fret; you won't go to waste. My master will absolutely adore you."Dainn had a slight apprehension about referring to Victor as his master - but only in the doctor's presence. While he was gone, Dainn was free to play into his own fetishes as much as he damn well pleased. While the cats are away, the mice will play, and all that nonsense.Besides, it wasn't as if Victor would ever know. Tags: Vykhlu the EruditeInspiration: wow all the cumberbatch gifs in the world couldn't make this post good Notes: IT SUCKS SO BAD I'M SORRY OPAL I WARNED U DAWG. let's have vyk reveal himself and then they fight anyway it's angry love <3
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Jun 4, 2014 22:59:20 GMT
At his disappearance, Dainn gave a small noise of confusion. Vyk gave a rather creepy giggle at the noise, just to see what Dainn's response would be. Probably none, to be honest, as it took a bit to phase the murderer, but he may as well amuse himself.
"You catch on quickly, poppet."
An eyebrow raised. Poppet? I thought I was the only one worthy of that title. How much you hurt me, Dainn.
"Like I said, I am so terribly bored this evening. This poor puppy has been left all alone with nothing to sink his teeth into."
"What, couldn't find any dog to sniff the hindquarters of?" Vyk inquired in an almost bored monotone, brow still arched.
"You're my plaything for the evening. It's quite a privilege, I assure you."
The Erudite was, or rather continued to be, not impressed. "From what I understand, you are quite willing to work your craft on anyone. What is a privilege without discrimination?"
It was a roundabout but undeniable fact of society that privileges had to be withheld from certain classes in order to maintain and encourage progress. The Promethaen had figured out a sufficient caste system long ago, far before these monkeys had considered coming down from the trees.
"But don't fret; you won't go to waste. My master will absolutely adore you."
"Oh, your master now?" he asked, his voice for the first time rising from an uninterested monotone. Vyk let out a sharp peal of laughter. This man truly was insane. As was he, apparently. "Master. How very... quaint."
The Erudite gave another giggle. "So you're in need of entertainment, then?" A smile slowly stitched itself across his face, slowly opening into a wicked Cheshire grin. "Perhaps a dogfight would appeal to you more, being of the canine persuasion yourself."
Shapeshifting was an art that did not require access to the matrix or starlight outside of oneself to perform, simply a manipulation of the energies inside a living being. Theoretically, then, all could shapeshift, but the humans did not have enough flexibility yet to expand their selection of forms. The Promethaen, however, did.
His eyes stayed open, carefully studying the features of the man standing across from him as his body reshaped itself. His shoulders broadened, his height increased, he became less slender and more built. His hair shifted from silver to black, curling at the ends, and finally, his face's contours shifted like fluid to match that of Dainn.
He was now a mirror image of the man, still wearing his grin.
"The Shuck," he began with a pompous air. "So powerful, so great, so proud, yet baffled by such simple tricks. Well, not simple for you, perhaps, but I am enlightened far beyond what your little minds can hold."
Why hold back? There was no one around, and no way Dainn could find someone besides Doctor Victor to believe his story. He was entirely safe. Dainn was a madman, that much was obvious, and it'd be easy to pin this entire scenario down as hallucinations.
"I think you may find the tables are turned against you, 'poppet,'" he continued. "Not everywhere can you walk as a wolf among sheep. Occasionally you encounter something far more powerful. Far beyond your mortal reach."
The grin returned. "So come, then. Are you aching for a fight? I will humor you, only for tonight."
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"I am not your savior, nor your destruction. I am simply a xenobiologist. And your god." DESIGNATION; the Erudite, Head Xenobiologist of the Infinite. ORGANIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE; Tsui CURRENT ALIAS DESIGNATION; Pryfektus Alastaire Ashson; Dainn ADDITIONAL NOTABLE COMPANIONS; None. |
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Jun 7, 2014 22:19:12 GMT
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A sound escaped Dainn's lips that was not unlike a scoff, but the dark curving of his smirk spoke of the Shuck's inward amusement. "Is that an invitation?" he offered breezily, flourishing a waving hand about the air while his other remained tucked away in his pocket. The officer was on the taunting offensive, obviously trying to gauge Dainn's anger levels. An old trick, Dainn was used to this; some of the more ballsy Drakonrhedi often thought they had a shot at it. In some regards, it was almost sweet. Almost. "From what I understand, you are quite willing to work your craft on anyone. What is a privilege without discrimination?" At this, Dainn brought his once-sheltered hand free from his pocket and cracked his knuckles against the free palm. The sound of the cartilage hammered the silence between them. The Shuck raised his head slowly, the lamplight glinting off the dark hue in his eyes. His smirk had settled now into a small, tight smile, "Oh? You don't think you're worthy enough of my hand?" he cooed softly, the prickling undertones of mockery seeping into his otherwise lulling voice. In truth, was anyone really worthy of his treatment? Dainn liked to think they weren't, but then again, if he performed with that mindset, he'd never have any fun around here and his creativity would go to waste. Drakonrhedi were different; they were an entirely different league altogether. When Dainn hunted civilians, he did it for fun, for game, for pleasure. When he sought after Drakonrhedi, there was a solid purpose, his own sense of duty. Drakonrhedi dealt with behemoths, Dainn dealt with Drakonrhedi. It was his responsibility, and no one could convince him otherwise. At the mention of a master, the Drakonrhedi was keen to express his amusement, probably at the fact that the Shuck - the famed Shuck - would stoop low enough to call anyone his master. In truth, the idea made even Dainn wrinkle his nose up. Having a higher authority was essentially prison all over again; the watchful gaze, the hand on the shoulder, the constant pressure of punishment. Was Victor really any different? The answer was...yes, he was. Because (and this was with a startling revelation) Dainn liked it. After all, what was any good dog without his master? "So you're in need of entertainment, then? Perhaps a dogfight would appeal to you more, being of the canine persuasion yourself." It was as if this Drakonrhedi was holding a piece of meat in front of Dainn's nose. A single drop of saliva ran down his pale chin and further still down his neck, which was pulsing ever so slightly as the blood furiously pumped through his veins, heartbeat quickening. Perhaps this unusual example of Drakonrhedi was cut above the rest, a worthy challenger, someone he afford to engage in a little fun with. Gods it was so tempting, to have a substantial, high-energy fight instead of a simple, messy execution. Of course, the end would be the same, regardless. As Dainn prepared himself to launch forward with full force, the man opposite him suddenly became...very unlike himself. His original structure seemed to dissolve and re-align itself, growing fuller, getting taller. The skin paled slightly, the face more angular, the hair darkening significantly and curling. Dainn watched it all; brow furrowing only slightly and eyes narrowing, face long but straight, as if he was watching a game of tennis. His mind was a momentary blank, a brief overload as it tried to comprehend the process in front of him. When it settled, so did the shifting of the man opposite him, and then suddenly, it was as if one of his wanted posters had come to life. It was an exact mirror image; not a joint or a hair out of place. Even the teeth, straight and white, glistened like his own as Dainn V.2 smirked a very Dainn-like smirk. The original Dainn's face looked far from amused, although certainly by no means angry. More...intrigued, a slight spark of wonder behind those otherwise indifferent eyes. "The Shuck," Dainn could've smirked, hearing the sound of his own voice caress his eardrums, seeing the words fall from his own pink-ish lips. This certainly was a worthwhile evening. "So powerful, so great, so proud, yet baffled by such simple tricks. Well, not simple for you, perhaps, but I am enlightened far beyond what your little minds can hold." Now Dainn had to figure out exactly what sort of trick this was. As far as his knowledge stretched, he knew of no sorts of magic that allowed a person to alter forms entirely. Well, no sort a person could be gifted with at birth. Such an ability was attained, usually with a pendant or charm and yet - Dainn could see no sign of it on his living, breathing reflection. This curios man wearing his body, who are you? Who are you with your forward words and your sense of familiarity?Perhaps it was possible then, for some people to naturally have remarkable shifting abilities. Otherwise, it would have to be an individual with an outstanding grasp on anatomy, someone who would have intensely studied the human form and- Oh. Oh. I get it now.The look of bemusement slowly dissolved into a shaded smirk, one corner flicking up to give just a hint of teeth. A tiger seeing his prey through the tall strands of grass. Gotcha."I think you may find the tables are turned against you, 'poppet'. Not everywhere can you walk as a wolf among sheep. Occasionally you encounter something far more powerful. Far beyond your mortal reach. So come, then. Are you aching for a fight? I will humor you, only for tonight." With every fresh word, new cogs rattled and turned, different ideas birthing themselves in Dainn's mind. He processed each and all, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips, as if receiving an immense wave of pleasure. It almost could've sounded sexual to an unknowing bystander but thankfully, they were all alone. For a brief moment or two, Dainn's eyes seized shut, mouth hanging low to taste the air. The familiar twang of bitter smoke hit his senses once again. Somewhere in the city, something was on fire. Eventually, after a pause of contemplation, Dainn opened his eyes. The lamplight flickered. "How you look in my body, the way you sound." he began, voice breathy as if recovering from a run, "...it's almost criminal."There was a flash of madness in those jet eyes, a grin pulling at his wet lips. He took a few slow but purposeful strides over, stopping about three meters away from his clone. The doppelgangers musk was different from his own. One had to live the genuine lifestyle to achieve such a recognizable scent. In his mind, Dainn marked his clone a few points down. Still, an A for effort, at least. A bony, pale hand reached up and scratched the underside of Dainn's neck, his eyes still surveying the mirror image in front of him. The smile stayed put. "If I knew you could do this, Victor, I would've asked you to do it a lot sooner."The words were said so casually, so airily, a fleeting remark, but Dainn was quietly confident. This man in front of him, now wearing his skin (the 'wolf in sheep's clothing' really was such a delightfully apt metaphor), speaking with words that Dainn only associated with one other individual was a man much more familiar to him than first thought - Dainn was sure of it. Dainn spoke again, his voice soft and encouraging, like he was speaking to a dim-witted child. "But i n answer to your earlier question; I'm not just aching for a fight, I'm dying for one." He licked his top lip, slow and hungrily, "If this is the part were you assert your dominance over your house pets, then it's about damn time." There was low, rumbling laugh, "I've made such a terrible mess of your home, master."
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