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Post by ivy on Jul 15, 2010 19:03:46 GMT -5
Ivy found herself on the darkened streets of Portview. She had heard whispers about it being a place of entertainment, well entertainment she would like at least. She had already passed multiple groups of people crowned together in alley corners and under street lights flagging passing cars down. Already she felt bored. It didn't seem like this place was anything like she had heard.
She sighed loudly as she crossed on foot in front of the other, making the edge of the sidewalk into a balance beam. Viewport seemed to be just as plain as the rest of the world. To think about it, a lot of things bored her easily these days. She looked skyward, for no reason really, the clouds had completely blocked out the moons bright rays. The only glow in the night were the arch lights that still worked properly in the area surrounding her. She had heard that people usually avoided this part of town but Ivy had gravitated towards to something new.
A moan caught her attention. "Oh?" Her soft voice finally broke. She followed the harsh sounds of what sounded like someone in pain. Ivy found her way into an alley a block up. A woman, dirty and huddled in the depths of the corner of the alley. The smell filled her nostrils first - blood. Getting closer she saw the markings of what humans inflected upon themselves. The woman was committing suicided. "Fun!" Ivy said in a brighter tone than someone had imagined for the situation. The woman had barely noticed her presents, probably too drugged up on whatever chemical she had injected into her blood stream. The woman was failing at her commitment. Ivy had seen the proper way to cut your own wrist - silly girl. "Let me help-" Ivy said, her voice was oddly sweet. Ivy crouched down in front of the woman and picked up one of multiple razors that laid on the disgusting floor. "Your doing it all wrong-" She giggled as she picked up the womans wrist and cut deep pulling the razor straight down her wrist. "See-" Ivy said with delight, "Better!"
The womans facial expression was priceless. Ivy thought it was a mixture of pain and disbelief. She smiled beautiful down at the slowly dying woman. "Die now, you lived a pointless life." Ivy patted the woman on her nasty dirty blonde hair and pulled herself up straight and started to exit the alley.
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Post by Kamiya on Jul 19, 2010 23:52:53 GMT -5
Portview: not as disgusting as other parts of the city, but disgusting enough. Drugs aplenty and violence galore, it was an interesting section to say the least; but as he aimlessly walked along the street, nothing in particular caught his eye. Women of the night, and not in the Vampire sense, stood under the glare of one of the only working lights. One of them called to the tall, brown-haired man, but he gave them no more than a smirk. While he wouldn't normally mind wandering over to the three, lustrous women and getting in on the action that presented itself, tonight just wasn't one of those nights for him. He had his fill, and as he turned from the more-than-likely disease infested women he couldn't help but let his mind drift to Raven; the black-haired beauty, with her pale skin, was so clear in his mind that he could almost reach out and run his fingers along her soft, exposed collar bone. Kamiya was damn near disappointed that he couldn't feel her under his touch, but he quickly brushed those thoughts and the feelings that accompanied them away. Feeling wasn't what he did best.
The Arch Demon took in a small breath, just as something sweet and tantalizing danced on the breeze. Blood. A smile curled along his lips as the honey depths of his eyes brightened wildly. Now blood was something he did well; or at least causing blood was something he did well, and the fresh scent of blood on the air surely caught his undivided attention. Kamiya followed the pleasant aroma, stepping off of the sidewalk and drifting across the street. He pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his trench coat as crossed the street and hopped up onto the sidewalk, the scent growing thicker and more mouthwatering as it lead him into an alley way. Dark corridor followed another dark corridor, his boots falling lightly onto the damp, filthy ground, before he turned a third corner and came within feet of the delicious creature that bled.
A moan worked out of the woman as her head turned to him, her eyes, growing more lifeless with each passing second, fell on Kamiya and he returned her nearly blank gaze with a warm smile. His honey orbs fell to her wrist, the source of the sweet, metallic scent. She had herself a nasty cut, and death was eminent. Her lower lip trembled slightly as Kamiya moved closer to her and he saw something close to a plea in the depths of her eyes. Before the woman could make a sound, Kamiya approached her and knelt in front of her, reaching out and gently caressing the side of her face.“Shhhhh.” His voice was a low, soothing hush as his fingertips brushed along the woman's cheek in a tender, gentle manner; but where his skin touched hers, her skin slowly turned black before eroding away. Smoke swirled from under the tips of his fingers, and the second he reached the woman's chin fire ignited beneath his touch. Flames licked up the side of the woman's face, scorching and charring her skin, before capturing her entire body. The shrieking was delightful while it lasted, but before it did he had turned his attention on something much grander.
Standing, tugging his attention from the burning, sad excuse of a being, Kamiya's eyes fell on the back of another female. Scent alone alerted him to her being a demon, but he didn't need her scent to prove to him that she was the culprit. Kamiya knew who she was, and knew the path that she tread despite the path her parents chose; but that was why they were dead, and their daughter was still alive. Whether or not she had been aware of it, Kamiya had kept an eye on her while she grew and her actions were more than promising; all before she grew her wings, she was what her parents should have been, and killing her would most certainly have been a disappointment. “Well, well, well.” Kamiya took a few steps toward Ivy as he spoke, “If it isn't little miss Ivy. I have to say, you look a great deal like your mother.” True, he wasn't facing her, he still knew her face well and her mother's face was still clear in his mind to this day. The look on her face before she died was priceless, and made him wonder. Would Ivy be as cowardice? Or would she hold her own, despite the odds? Like flicking on a light, Kamiya snapped his fingers, for show, and his hands ignited. In each palm he held a roaring, raging fireball. A smirk lifted one side of his face. He knew of Ivy's loyalty; there was no questioning it. Still, where was the fun in not testing her? “Will you scream like her, too?”
 
w o r d count 818
n o t e so tired. Dx
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Post by ivy on Jul 20, 2010 14:31:20 GMT -5
That slight sound of flames igniting stopping Ivy in her tracks. She could sense she was no longer alone within the darkened alley. Goosebumps ran up and down the length of her arm. Any demon in their right mind would be able to sense of the power that radiated from the one and only Kamiya. Ivy stood there for a moment, her back still facing him. She had to remind herself to breath. She could feel the slight night breeze tangle the strands of her hair but she still stood, frozen like a statue.
All her life, at least what she could remember, she had imagined herself being whatever this man wished. Her parents had tried and failed to live free within the human realm - they failed. She never really understood why, they were demons; their nature was dark or 'evil' if you wish to use human terms. Ivy could feel it, the power a demon is given, growing within her each and every day - yet it had always been strong. Ivy had imagined this man as her right 'father' - blood or not. She had only had glimpses of him in her sixteen years of life but she had cherished and treasured each of them. Was she obsessed with him, maybe, but did she care, no.
The smell of burning flesh filled her nostril cavities. It was oddly comforting, like the scent of your own home. A smile tugged at the corner of the mouth, it was small and for no real reason, excitement? “Well, well, well.” His voice felt like it danced across her skin. She finally glanced over her shoulder, getting a glance at him for the first time in a long time. He walked towards her and Ivy couldn't help but turn to face him. “If it isn't little miss Ivy. I have to say, you look a great deal like your mother.” Her eyes grew, he knew her name, actually knew it, didn't ask for it, didn't get her confused with someone else, he knew her name. At this point she had to remind herself in intake air. She felt like a teen girl who just met her favorite male celebrity, minus the screaming. His last statement stung her slightly; she didn't wish to be compared to a woman who was nothing more than ash.
The snap of his fingers echo and ringed in her ear as flames danced across his hands. Ivy tilted her head to the side staring into the flames, fire was always so memorizing. He was able to wield his power so easily and freely. Ivy was in awe that she could witness it.
“Will you scream like her, too?” Ivy's eyebrow rose just slightly. So it had been by his hand that her parents were banished from this world - seemed right. She had asked about her parents a time or two. Multiple families had taken her in here and there but no one would tell her about them or the evening they were extinguished. Was he testing her? Had she failed him in some way? Many thoughts formed in her mind.
”Why scream?” Ivy’s voice finally broke from being silent for so long. If he felt she was no longer worthy to walk in this form she wouldn’t fight it. ”Screaming would imply you feel pain or have regret. “ She said, picking her words wisely. Most of the time she was what people called childish but she liked to think of it as more carefree and less annoying. ”I would have to be someone extremely important to die at your hand.” She said with a smile, the thought was actually thrilling to her. He would have had to take the time and energy to seek this person out and destroy them; they would have been important in some way. She smiled ready to face the single person that would rule her.
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Post by Kamiya on Aug 15, 2010 20:45:28 GMT -5
Kamiya watched the flames dance around in his open palm before his gaze flickered back to Ivy, and his brow rose in response to hers. There was no hint of fear on her face, nor in her eyes, and that was something that did not please him. While her loyalties were not questioned, the fact that she appeared so fearless before him didn't sit well with him. It wasn't just loyalty he sought in those who followed him; he craved fear, even above obedience. Not that he needed it but, seeing the fright his mere presence sometimes evoked empowered him and seeing no hint of fear within Ivy, not even a falter in the air around her, wasn't simply disappointing. The disappointment slipped into feeling as though he was disrespected as the seconds ticked by, and his smirk turned into a frown.
With fear, it didn't matter if someone was loyal to him; with their fear alone he could control them, manipulate them and bend them to his every will. It was far more fun than obedience and utter loyalty; and if Ivy didn't fear him, well then he'd simply correct that mistake. “So are you telling me that you do not feel anything? Or do you simply enjoy pain?” There were those, he knew, who reveled in the morbid and dark. They found pleasure in pain, and he always found it curious. When did the pain stop being pleasurable? Was there a thing as too much pain for them, or did they find it all enjoyable, even with the prospect of death? “If I were to set you on fire like our dear friend over there,” He glanced behind him to the smoldering corpse as he spoke. “Would you not scream, then?” The image of setting her on fire rekindled the smirk that had fallen from his lips, and he wondered if she would indeed scream; but he was far more concerned about her fearing him.
Kamiya fancied the idea of setting her on fire for a few moments, to see her reaction. Would she scream? Would she beg? The thought of being set on fire is different than physically, actually, being set on fire, and he pondered if her brave words would be turned to smoke. Would she fear him if he were to harm her? Or would she take his actions the wrong way and enjoy whatever pain he caused her? Curiosity poked at him; was she so delusional to truly find him such a marvelous being that those he killed must be important? Most he killed were no more important than the scorched homeless woman; most of the time, his kills were random and spur of the moment. He hardly ever put thought into it.
“Dying by my hands does not set you apart from anyone else.” Her last words had not fallen on deaf ears, and he momentarily closed his hands, snuffing the roaring flames. Kamiya's gaze hardened some as he once more cast his eyes on Ivy. “You're no more important to me than that woman you left for dead, and taking your life would not phase me in the least, as you mean nothing to me. The dirt beneath my feet means more to me.” He wasn't trying to be mean; he spoke nothing but the truth. Loyal or not, Ivy meant nothing to him and killing her surely wouldn't be a horrible loss. It wouldn't be a loss. Life would go on just the same without her, but he didn't senselessly kill those who followed him. For now, as they were, she was in no immediate danger, but he swiftly set out to change that. “I am going to ask you a question, and you had better choose your answer wisely because it will determine just what I am going to do with.” Kamiya took a step toward the female, drawing all emotion from his eyes. “Do you fear me?” A simple question really, and one that he held true interesting in knowing the answer to; he was curious, genuinely curious. But he enjoyed throwing twists in, and if her answer satisfied him, then he'd play with her just a bit longer. If not, then he'd rid himself of her presence, but not by simply walking away. He was more colourful and exciting than that, and his hand itched to feel something break under it's grip. He tamed the killing itch, however, allowing Ivy the privilege of deciding her own fate.
w o r d count I 'unno.
n o t e Don't feel you HAVE to have Ivy fear him... if she doesn't, sweet. I can easily work with that. :'3
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