Sire
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Post by Sire on Aug 10, 2010 21:45:05 GMT -5
So many people. There were so many people here. Every corner of this island, stretching further than the eye could see from the top of the highest building, was cluttered with them. He looked down every street from his perch, and there they all were. Hundreds, thousands of souls, walking down the lane wrapped up in their petty little every day problems, trapped in hazardous machines, cursing and spitting at each other. It was beautiful, really, like a mosaic woven from spite and irreverence. He stood tall behind the gargoyle upon which he manifested, and Sire watched through his lamp like eyes the souls that he'd come here for, to feed his starving machinery. His presence weighed heavily upon the universe, but only if you were sensitive enough to feel it. Sire didn't think that anyone here possessed such an ability; it would drive you mad to sense every presence in this overloaded city. Now all that was left was to harvest the souls quickly and effectively...
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Post by Wayne Barrister on Aug 18, 2010 23:15:58 GMT -5
Wayne was sitting at a nice little outdoor cafe, drinking a cup of tea and reading one of his many textbooks. By this point, he was now about 4 chapters ahead of where his class was, and he didn't even notice. He sipped at his tea, ignoring everyone else around him, entirely intent at his reading.
"Would you like some more tea?" asks a waitress suddenly, and Wayne freezes.
"Ye-ye-ye-yes please..." he manages to mutter out after a moment of staring.
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Post by Sire on Aug 18, 2010 23:21:25 GMT -5
Souls everywhere... he had to take a moment to breathe in the majesty he had long ago separated himself from. Literally. Through his metal mask, Sire drew a long, raspy breath, staring out at the horizon as he held the mixture of air and pollution in his forever tainted lungs. The Earth had changed so much since... well, no time for reminiscing. There's work to be done. With a flicker of red light and a puff of smoking brimstone, Sire disappeared, taking with him the sinister weight on the local time-space he created. Moments later, in a similar burst of light and fume, he returned, standing now on a building a block down from his first perch. Coincidentally, it was much closer to an individual who could feel his presence.
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Post by Wayne Barrister on Aug 18, 2010 23:24:36 GMT -5
Wayne suddenly started shaking a bit, and all around him anything water based suddenly began to bubble furiously. He scooted his chair back, and tried to run, but managed to trip over his stack of books. He didn't know what caused this feeling, but it just felt...wrong to him...
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Sire
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Post by Sire on Aug 18, 2010 23:29:33 GMT -5
It wouldn't be easy, no no. Mephisto couldn't become knowledgeable in this most dangerous game. Even as Sire reveled in the environment, his mind ticked on like hellish machinery, bringing together gears and metal and twisted invention. A weapon was what he needed. More importantly, it was what mankind needed, darkly enough. Gazing out into the night, Sire took notice of a human's hasty retreat. But that was the limit of his observation at the moment, as there was nothing truly special about him. Likely late for some silly monkey affair.
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Post by Wayne Barrister on Aug 18, 2010 23:36:42 GMT -5
Wayne finally realized what was going on around him. Everyone was staring his way, as if he had fallen on a cat or something. But then, he did make a lot of noise as his pile of textbooks smashed into the ground.
Suddenly, the bottles of water, cups of coffee and tea, and even nearby cans of soda suddenly exploded all around him. His control had slipped...again...and his nervousness had gotten the better of the situation.
"Why does this always happen to me..." he mutters.
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Sire
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Post by Sire on Aug 18, 2010 23:42:23 GMT -5
The reaction that these humans presented, that was more interesting. As was the sudden bursting of all the containers; that was not familiar to was essentially an alien being. Jumping water? How deliciously absurd.
"...? Is something wrong with you, human?"
His eyes fell upon the shuddering young man, who's words Sire had not perceived, who's actions had become erratic since the fiend's arrival. Sire did not believe in mere coincidence. So he remained perched on the building, watching Wayne writhe, hoping for a show of sorts.
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Post by Wayne Barrister on Aug 18, 2010 23:54:54 GMT -5
The crowd went dead silent for a moment, the one voice broke the silence.
"He's a mutant! Let's get rid of him!"
There was a sudden roar of acknowledgement and the crowd began to descend upon young Wayne.
"Bad day! Bad day! Bad day!" the teenager began yelling as he covered his head from the charging crowd.
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Post by Sire on Aug 18, 2010 23:57:21 GMT -5
"Hm hm, beautiful. The more things change the more they stay the same."
The persecution of man by man was one of the delicious ironies that Hell was all about. As a result, Sire was fond of it as well. Souls weighed down with hatred burned fairly bright, gave off plenty of energy. It was a shame that a young man was being punished for nothing, but that wasn't hardly Sire's concern. He watched eagerly, drinking in the cruelty.
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Post by Wayne Barrister on Aug 19, 2010 0:04:26 GMT -5
The people circled in on Wayne, some even grabbing weapons. This was going to turn into a riot if nothing happened to stop it, and the poor kid was going to be in the middle of it all. Holding his head in his hands, Wayne prepared for the worst...
What he didn't realize was all around him, water was rising into the air, forming small bubbles that suddenly began whizzing around like projectiles.
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Post by Sire on Aug 19, 2010 0:08:55 GMT -5
Now things were spicing up. Look at the water dancing in the air, look at the bewildered faces of the hate-driven mob. All of it was delicious, and Sire's breathing quickened as excitement filled his chest for the first time in decades. This was new, and startling, and a delightful spectacle.
"Yes, yes, kill them. They threaten you after all."
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Post by Wayne Barrister on Aug 19, 2010 22:02:20 GMT -5
Though he was terrified and not realizing he was using his powers, Wayne was still no killer. Each impact of the projectile water blasts only stunned those it struck, or knocked them off their feet. With a last wet thump, Wayne realized something...
He was okay, and everyone around him was down...
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Post by Sire on Aug 19, 2010 22:06:04 GMT -5
"... How disappointing. Not one of them?"
Sire had half a mind to leap down and kill the sin-ridden monkeys one by one, freeing up their precious energy for personal use. But he knew better; powerful things filled the mortal world, far more powerful than Wayne Barrister, who could hardly control his abilities. So Sire instead engaged in a different line of thinking. If he produced a more formidable threat, collateral damage might ensue.
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Post by Wayne Barrister on Aug 19, 2010 22:15:15 GMT -5
Wayne crouched there shuddering in fear. There was no one standing anymore, but it was obvious from the groans of pain that no one was likely dead either. He felt a little better about this, but that didn't stop his fear from taking over bit by bit.
Without thinking, Wayne stood and began to run again, leaving his textbooks where they lay in a heap. He didn't know where he was running to, but right now, he just didn't care.
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Post by Sire on Aug 19, 2010 22:20:59 GMT -5
As Wayne fled, his shadow, cast by a flickering street lamp, grew dark and thick, pooling on the ground like a oily ichor. In moments, the mass began to grow vertically, twisting into something tall and slim, like a teenager. Sire stood on the building, watching Wayne run off while his hands worked like a puppeteer's, creating a deathly figment out of darkness. It took shape, the shape of Wayne Barrister, but it was a Wayne far less forgiving. Leaving the doppelganger to its hideous work, Sire blinked to another location, closer to Wayne, ground level in fact. He lurked in a dark alleyway, wondering how best to draw the human in, and he soon learned he was not alone in this alley. A homeless man shuddered in fright of the six-armed creature that had appeared out of smoke and fire, fearing he was the devil. He could be right.
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