Delilah Sterling
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Seer
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Post by Delilah Sterling on Jan 9, 2009 21:08:35 GMT -8
Delilah. Maybe the meaning of her name was spot on. Weak. Languishing. At that moment, all she felt like doing was languishing in her weakness. As always after a glimpse, every muscle in her body ached with the kind of throbbing, spreading heat one usually experienced in a cricked neck. Her already pale face was positively blanched of color, but she didn't care how she looked, how she felt.
She heard Jack's words, his tone rich with a derisive sneer. None so blind as those who won't see, none so deaf as those who won't hear. It stung, those words, but then those with the most to hide tended to act most righteously.
...didn't they?
Folding her arms over her knees, she buried her face and tried to get her breathing back to normal. Cedric was speaking in German, but she had no idea what he was actually saying. It was all just so much background noise to her.
It was so invasive, not only for the person whose past life opened for her like some sordid play, but for her as well. She didn't want this, any of it! She hadn't signed herself up for this curse, this double vision. And what was worse, was the knowledge that when she got older, she would be able to see the future of others as well. There was no escape from this hell, this hell where privacy and intimacy alike were denied her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the hunters weren't thrown into the mix, adding so many senseless deaths to the equation. As much as Delilah knew she needed to be strong, knew she had to hold herself together, she wanted to be able to fall into someone's arms without the fear of glimpses or visions and bawl her eyes out.
As much as she wanted that, however, it just wasn't in the cards fate had dealt her. And somehow, she needed to come to grips with that and accept it.
Cedric's voice changed, and she looked up with mascara bleeding down her face to see him standing over her, wearing his jacket over his arms like a bib. When he reached for her, she struck a hand out, trying to push him away, but he had already scooped her up. Her body convulsed as visions raced past, too quick even for her mind to process. Just a blur of movement, a hushed roar of sound, glimmers of steel and flesh and snow and blood. It made no sense, and it passed quickly, her mental, physical and emotional state too weakened to act as a solid conductor.
Shivering, she stepped away from him the moment her feet were steady enough, leaning against the car. Looking blearily in the direction Jack had gone, she shook her head and ran a shaky hand through her hair. "That woman I saw, from his past... she tried to tell him... he didn't believe her when she told him how serious the threat is. They knew each other. I don't know how intimately, but they knew each other well enough. If he wouldn't listen to her, I don't know why he'd listen to us."
Drawing a breath with shivering lungs, she gingerly lifted herself up to sit on the trunk of David's car, leaning against the glass to rest her cheek on its cool surface. "That kind of man is dangerous," she whispered. "I just wish I knew what cards the fates dealt him in all of this."
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Post by Jack Chapman on Jan 11, 2009 12:39:49 GMT -8
Jack had almost reached his car when he stopped. His blood had stopped boiling enough to regain a bit of control when a horrible thought occurred to him. He had left his credit card back inside…which meant going back the way he came. A credit card was complex enough that he wouldn’t be able to duplicate it and leaving an angry demon in possession of one was not a good idea.
The words of the angry demon reached him, sending a threat that was not even close to subtle. Jack was ready to ignore it…until he saw the gun. Demons generally didn’t use guns, so he hadn’t been expecting one, hadn’t looked for one. Seeing it sent shivers down his spine and fear burning a hot hole in his gut, a sickening revelation. He could feel his emotions writhing, pulling at the magic wards he had installed for himself. Madness was gathering and without anything working to stop it, people actually driving him closer to the edge of his sanity.
Jack didn’t rant, didn’t yell, didn’t show any sign of anger or hate. There was no aggressive motion, no sign of going for weaponry. All he did was smile. A frown would have been more calming. The edges of his lips curled up with unmitigated glee, his eyes flashing joyfully in the silvery light of the moon. The magic inside his body churned, flowing as close to freely as he had in a long time. It ached to be let wild, to be released from the angry serpent holding it. It pleaded with him. And if this demon became a bit more threatening it might just burst.
“Tell me something I don’t know ‘Ahh-nold’.” Jack stretched the last word, giving it the same Germanic accent the man in front of him had used. A small, unconscious part of him apparently remembered something as he skin grew cold, the feeling of metal pressing against his skin. The sensation covered him from neck to foot. Something told him it was cold iron. He had no idea as to why that would be true.
“Look at me…the Hunters are the last of my worries. I told you before, didn’t I?” The look of ecstasy never left his face as he slowly edged backwards to the door of the club. “I’m not afraid of them…I’m not afraid of you…I’m afraid of ME!” He wouldn’t strike first, not if he could help it. He had no desire to be the subject of a Blood Hunt…but the rules of an Avandrya only applied at an Avandrya. He had no desire to be gutted in his sleep because someone though he was weak. “The power of gods should belong to gods alone...” he muttered again, to no one in particular. The doorman would be his next biggest problem, but unless someone felt the need to hit him first, with something supernatural he would likely be fine.
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Post by Ryuu no Futeki on Jan 13, 2009 12:25:23 GMT -8
The bartender who was demon as well as the guards over in the mundane part of the club had kept his eyes on Jack since he was talking high and wide about magic and what not in the mortal parts of the club which was not accepted.
He was breaking the rules of allowance to be there to be frank. Once the man had left and followed Cedric and the young seer the bartender had seen the crazy man had left his card and took care of it instantly and placed it in his apron pocket until he either came back or until he could place it in the lost and found box.
When Ryuu came down stairs from the Thruveil alone, leaving Kaly inside for now. He looked pleased and content and just calm; in other words, well and fed. He gazed over the area and saw humans dancing, drinking and enjoying themselves just like he liked them to do.
His eyes moved over to the bar and the bartender waved his hand towards him, Ryuu frowned slightly and walked down the last few steps before he went over to the man behind the bar. The man spoke a few words to him and flicked a credit card up to him which Ryuu took with his right hand, reading the name of the card Jonathon Chapman while listening to the man behind the counter.
Ryuu frowned and nodded while the man behind the counter spoke, when he was finished the curator lifted his eyes to look around the dance floor, the pool tables and everywhere else to see if the man was still there or not. It seemed he had left but he told the bartender to contact him as soon as he saw this Jonathon Chapman again, Ryuu needed to talk with the guy and make sure he had understood the rules of Avandrya when it came to the Thruveil and Mundane part of the club.
He told the bartender that he was leaving for a while however but he would have his cellphone on and he would be reachable so there wouldn't be any problem with that, and the guards got the order of keeping Jonathon Chapman inside until Ryuu got there so they could have a little talk. With that... he left to tend to other things.
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Cedric Von Engel
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Your friendly neighbourhood Canadian Demon Commander of the Protectors
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Post by Cedric Von Engel on Jan 23, 2009 20:51:47 GMT -8
His gun was already away and the ranting of a mad man although dangerous to them all, would not bring direct harm to the Seer. So he let him blow off his steam and go back inside. Cedric and Ryuu would have to have a talk about this one… But now was not the time. His priority was the Seer and her safety.
Seeing that this Jack fellow had left, he turned around to find Delilah was now leaning, but standing. The dropped keys registered as quickly as he picked them up, and was motioning to the car.
“This one? Hmm… ok so how do I unlock the door? There doesn’t seem to be a key hole. Dummer blutiger ficken neues übermäßiges verziertes autos!! [Stupid bloody fucking new super fancy cars!!] How do you get in?!? Hmm... A couple of buttons on this key thingy… What’s this red one do?”
Having pushed the panic button, the horn sounds off, and the lights flash on and off in classic style
“GAH! What the… “
Pressing another button the truck lid then opens, trying another makes a clicking nose that could be barely heard over the horn, but not know what it does he carries on, and trys the red one again and ending the panic mood…
“Ok... never push the red one… Ach, Du lieber!!” [Oh my heavens]
And hands over the keys to Delilah.
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Delilah Sterling
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Seer
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Post by Delilah Sterling on Jan 26, 2009 9:52:55 GMT -8
No one could blame poor Delilah for nearly bursting into tears when the car she was currently curled up on in a near fetal position burst into head-splitting panic mode. Oh god, kill me now, she pleaded silently, sitting up on the trunk and clasping her hands over her ears.
When Cedric finally figured out how to turn off the panic alarm, she grabbed the keys from him and fished her cell phone out of her beaded clutch.
"I'm calling a cab," she said accusingly, even though she knew it wasn't his fault her night was in the pits. Lucky for them both, the cab drivers tended to troll the trendy club area at night, and just a couple of minutes after hanging up with the dispatcher, a beautiful, glorious, lovely yellow taxi turned into the parking lot and crawled slowly towards Delilah's weakly waving arm.
"Driving lessons later, bud," she promised, opening the back door and more or less crumpling into the seat. "Motel Six," she said once Cedric had shut the door behind him, giving the cab driver the street name her motel was on.
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