Post by Lovely on Jul 1, 2009 0:23:12 GMT -5
June 21, 2006
(ripple effect)
-The abode of Morte-
The powers that be had made their decision and now it was set into motion, all there was to do was sit back and watch, wait, and catch those shaken out of the mix. So many souls to be had, children never born and beings never to come into existance... all those lost souls. It was like a feast for those who enjoyed such things. For Morte it was a bonus, his existance was to bring death and gather the dead, it mattered little to him whether they were good or evil, those classfications did nothing to cause him to waiver on his purpose.
He'd called his collector to join him in the gathering of so many that would fall tonight, plucked from the mix as time and space re-aligned. On the great table in the center of the room was what looked like a map with lines criss crossing and tiny dashes filling it, all the souls lind up, Morte had his finger poised and ready to topple them like dominos.
The 'collector' arrived alone, dressed sharply for the occasion and carrying a few sundry items, including bottles that clinked together as he set them carefully on the table near the map. "Venge left us this. Said to watch her. He's gone off already after his 'shiny' things," he smirked, looking across the map and holding up the black winged bird in his other hand. She was too good a size for the smallish cage she'd been put in. "Brought you this too," he said, setting the cage down on a stool to take out a container that appeared to be made of a darkened glass that glowed dimly within. The table was becoming cluttered quickly with the toys and drinks.
"Oh.. you've come bearing gifts.. I'm touched." He smiled with unusual amusement as he circled around the table gleefully. Taking the offering from the collector, he admired it with a slight hiss, stroking his fingers over the 'glass'. He hissed at the bird, causing her to rattle the cage she was in. Pocketing the soul for safe keeping he motioned Mal to look at what was lined up. "A beautiful thing, yes?" He grinned, glancing at the bird as it quieted and he started to get ideas.
"Beautiful," he agreed, folding his arms and sitting back to watch. He admired the vastness of the rippling effect and appeared nearly to salivate at the expectation of its devastation as many lives were lost. "It's going to be a busy night," he chuckled. "Maybe I'd better get a net." He tapped at the cage and cooed quietly at the bird his associate left in their care. "Capture them all as tidy as you, hm?"
"They will be just falling into out hands.. " His murmured in a soft happy voice, this was such a treat for him. "All those souls.." He sighed and looked to the bird as she made a little noise in response to Mal. "She's a pretty thing, isn't she.." His smile curved delightedly and he pulled the bottle from his pocket, tipping it down to feed it to the bird. "oohh there you go a little grape for a tiny little birdy.." He cooed watching as the bird 'slurped' and swallowed it. "Down you go.." He chuckled and turned back to Mal. "A night like this -it's never happened before and likely never to again.." The cage behind him started to rattle as the bird shook and glowed. "It's going to be delightful and interesting.. full of wonderous surprises. Consider yourself priviledged to be a part of it." Behind him there was a burst of shadows and the cage crashed to the floor.
"I always do," he smiled warmly and offered a glass of what he was having to drink from the chilled amber bottles. "Already very interesting," he said, watching the glow behind Morte, only mildly curious, but more curious about the happening on the map at the moment as sparks and sputters showed where beings were being toppled, mostly without mercy. "What's that place there? Favorite of yours?" He points to the photos of a building nestled in trees that had been set aside and mused over.
"Yessss." Morte hissed with another smile, waving his hand over the photos of the inn. "Such a lovely place to collect.. very busy.. souls being set free nightly in that place." He nodded and chuckled at the sound of the cage breaking apart and the scream of the bird that changed into the sound of a more human female scream. "Ahh that's better." He muttered as the silence fell again, the form of a girl in place of where the bird was, wearing the tether of the bird before her. Morte's fingers plucked over the table, as if touching each soul with his special caress.
The shriek turned his attention again from the pictures and map. He'd seen the man take, but never change or 'give' like this. In the grand scope, he was still quite young and many things Morte did surprised him still, this wasn't the first. The girl was stunning in radiantly black hair and little else. "You should get her a dress."
"Why? She looks fine like that." Morte glanced back at the girl who still twitched as she curled on the floor, slowly pushing herself to sit up and look at them with wide shocked eyes. "She's a bird.. she won't notice." He shrugged, looking at the table once more, he sighed and waved his hand. "Fine.. get her a dress.."
Deacon agreed. "I understand, but I'm not entirely void of conscience and I do like a nice fashion statement. Besides, she's not a bird now - you gave her a human soul... sick, but interesting," he grinned, finding much more than that of interest so far tonight.
Morte chuckled, a hearty sound that rumbled through him and he looked over the confused and scared creature again. She was a 'newborn' and had no idea what had happened to her. He watched her, looking down at hands and legs she'd never had before. Those very hands pawing at this strange form and discovering the parts that belonged to a human girl in place of her 'bird self'. "Yes.. I did.. neat,huh?" He tapped his fingers over his lips and he chuckled again. "She's not a bird, not human.. twisted up somewhere between both and trapped.."
Deacon laughed a little, though he felt for the creature. "Twisted... good choice of words." It wasn't as if they'd tossed the quivery thing to the air to take flight. She had her wings but an overall new form with smoothed, darkened skin and few feathers except those that streaked down from her shoulders. "When I come back tonight, I'll have a dress for you," he promised quietly, watching her hands move over and 'learn' her new shape.
His head tipped as he watched the girl, amused by her and delighted with what his little whim had produced. "That.. is a beautiful thing.."
Venge would be sorry he'd gone off collecting too soon. He likely wouldn't be destroyed in the fray as the ripple tore through the world, but as ravens are wont to do, his attraction to shiny things and the full-on distraction they caused had taken him away from the celebration and this remarkable event too early to enjoy it as they were. Deacon didn't know how he'd react when he returned. Venge had given him the bird, not as a toy or trinket for Morte to enjoy, but to protect. "Here, watch her for me," was what he'd said and right now Deacon was certainly watching and anticipating. If he simply told him the bird had flown away? "Do you think we should thank him for the snacks? She's much more palatable this way," he grinned, starting to get other ideas as she squirmed and stretched. "Ravens are just so... stringy."
"She is not to eat!" Morte snapped, partly distracted by the table and not watching how Deacon was watching the girl.
"No, not now. Well... maybe in a manner of speaking she is... but ... We'll let Venge manage that when he's back. After all, he thinks of her like a sister... let him watch her," he said, letting that challenge sit in the air to see how long his associate could even manage without similar ideas. The creature she'd been made into was delectible in many ways.
Morte half turned his head and scowled. "We can't let him eat..." He raises and eyebrow and scowls more. "Our daughter.." He wasn't sure what else to call her.. he had made her what she now was. "He does what?" Being distracted had made him miss some of Mal's words.
He sighed and gave Morte 'that look' as he refolded his arms again, the rolling of his eyes as if he had to explain the man's peculiar behavior. "Birdbrain, remember? Flocking together? Birds? She's a fine feathered friend to him. I doubt he even noticed she was a female when he caged her. He's funny like that."
He glanced at Mal with a slight nod and then his gaze moved carefully over the girl. Morte leaned towards Mal as if confiding. "She's naked." He said as if it were some grand revelation or fact that changed things. "Don't you think that will be distracting?"
"She's ... well yes, I suppose she is." He'd made note of that fact already, but Morte hadn't been listening. "Did he say how long he'd be gone?" He glanced at the door and grinned.
His expression shifted to amusement and curiosity now as he regarded the collector. "Why are you smiling?" He'd missed a little but was catching up and watching the man's reactions more attentively now.
He really needed to ask? "I'm still only human. Consider it a flaw, not that I mind." He was clearly affected on a human level by the girl whether he had the means to fully appreciate her with any warmth or compassion.
"You're disturbed.." Morte chuckled, amused by the reactions. "... but if you can catch her.. you can play with her.. " He paused a moment considering how such play might go and reconsidered slightly. "No hurting her as in maiming and killing.. I think I want to keep her around." He looked at the girl again as she still examined herself and the room around her with disbelieving eyes.
He folded into himself a little with the accusation. "I haven't killed anyone in over a hundred years. There's no sport in it," he defended on that aspect at least, though the gears were still clicking away.
"No maiming her either.." He clarified again, he didn't mind if his collegue wanted to play with the new girl but he didn't want her returned with parts missing or broken too much. "I think I like what I've done with her..." He was begining to form ideas of her usefulness beyond the amusement of creating her.
(ripple effect)
-The abode of Morte-
The powers that be had made their decision and now it was set into motion, all there was to do was sit back and watch, wait, and catch those shaken out of the mix. So many souls to be had, children never born and beings never to come into existance... all those lost souls. It was like a feast for those who enjoyed such things. For Morte it was a bonus, his existance was to bring death and gather the dead, it mattered little to him whether they were good or evil, those classfications did nothing to cause him to waiver on his purpose.
He'd called his collector to join him in the gathering of so many that would fall tonight, plucked from the mix as time and space re-aligned. On the great table in the center of the room was what looked like a map with lines criss crossing and tiny dashes filling it, all the souls lind up, Morte had his finger poised and ready to topple them like dominos.
The 'collector' arrived alone, dressed sharply for the occasion and carrying a few sundry items, including bottles that clinked together as he set them carefully on the table near the map. "Venge left us this. Said to watch her. He's gone off already after his 'shiny' things," he smirked, looking across the map and holding up the black winged bird in his other hand. She was too good a size for the smallish cage she'd been put in. "Brought you this too," he said, setting the cage down on a stool to take out a container that appeared to be made of a darkened glass that glowed dimly within. The table was becoming cluttered quickly with the toys and drinks.
"Oh.. you've come bearing gifts.. I'm touched." He smiled with unusual amusement as he circled around the table gleefully. Taking the offering from the collector, he admired it with a slight hiss, stroking his fingers over the 'glass'. He hissed at the bird, causing her to rattle the cage she was in. Pocketing the soul for safe keeping he motioned Mal to look at what was lined up. "A beautiful thing, yes?" He grinned, glancing at the bird as it quieted and he started to get ideas.
"Beautiful," he agreed, folding his arms and sitting back to watch. He admired the vastness of the rippling effect and appeared nearly to salivate at the expectation of its devastation as many lives were lost. "It's going to be a busy night," he chuckled. "Maybe I'd better get a net." He tapped at the cage and cooed quietly at the bird his associate left in their care. "Capture them all as tidy as you, hm?"
"They will be just falling into out hands.. " His murmured in a soft happy voice, this was such a treat for him. "All those souls.." He sighed and looked to the bird as she made a little noise in response to Mal. "She's a pretty thing, isn't she.." His smile curved delightedly and he pulled the bottle from his pocket, tipping it down to feed it to the bird. "oohh there you go a little grape for a tiny little birdy.." He cooed watching as the bird 'slurped' and swallowed it. "Down you go.." He chuckled and turned back to Mal. "A night like this -it's never happened before and likely never to again.." The cage behind him started to rattle as the bird shook and glowed. "It's going to be delightful and interesting.. full of wonderous surprises. Consider yourself priviledged to be a part of it." Behind him there was a burst of shadows and the cage crashed to the floor.
"I always do," he smiled warmly and offered a glass of what he was having to drink from the chilled amber bottles. "Already very interesting," he said, watching the glow behind Morte, only mildly curious, but more curious about the happening on the map at the moment as sparks and sputters showed where beings were being toppled, mostly without mercy. "What's that place there? Favorite of yours?" He points to the photos of a building nestled in trees that had been set aside and mused over.
"Yessss." Morte hissed with another smile, waving his hand over the photos of the inn. "Such a lovely place to collect.. very busy.. souls being set free nightly in that place." He nodded and chuckled at the sound of the cage breaking apart and the scream of the bird that changed into the sound of a more human female scream. "Ahh that's better." He muttered as the silence fell again, the form of a girl in place of where the bird was, wearing the tether of the bird before her. Morte's fingers plucked over the table, as if touching each soul with his special caress.
The shriek turned his attention again from the pictures and map. He'd seen the man take, but never change or 'give' like this. In the grand scope, he was still quite young and many things Morte did surprised him still, this wasn't the first. The girl was stunning in radiantly black hair and little else. "You should get her a dress."
"Why? She looks fine like that." Morte glanced back at the girl who still twitched as she curled on the floor, slowly pushing herself to sit up and look at them with wide shocked eyes. "She's a bird.. she won't notice." He shrugged, looking at the table once more, he sighed and waved his hand. "Fine.. get her a dress.."
Deacon agreed. "I understand, but I'm not entirely void of conscience and I do like a nice fashion statement. Besides, she's not a bird now - you gave her a human soul... sick, but interesting," he grinned, finding much more than that of interest so far tonight.
Morte chuckled, a hearty sound that rumbled through him and he looked over the confused and scared creature again. She was a 'newborn' and had no idea what had happened to her. He watched her, looking down at hands and legs she'd never had before. Those very hands pawing at this strange form and discovering the parts that belonged to a human girl in place of her 'bird self'. "Yes.. I did.. neat,huh?" He tapped his fingers over his lips and he chuckled again. "She's not a bird, not human.. twisted up somewhere between both and trapped.."
Deacon laughed a little, though he felt for the creature. "Twisted... good choice of words." It wasn't as if they'd tossed the quivery thing to the air to take flight. She had her wings but an overall new form with smoothed, darkened skin and few feathers except those that streaked down from her shoulders. "When I come back tonight, I'll have a dress for you," he promised quietly, watching her hands move over and 'learn' her new shape.
His head tipped as he watched the girl, amused by her and delighted with what his little whim had produced. "That.. is a beautiful thing.."
Venge would be sorry he'd gone off collecting too soon. He likely wouldn't be destroyed in the fray as the ripple tore through the world, but as ravens are wont to do, his attraction to shiny things and the full-on distraction they caused had taken him away from the celebration and this remarkable event too early to enjoy it as they were. Deacon didn't know how he'd react when he returned. Venge had given him the bird, not as a toy or trinket for Morte to enjoy, but to protect. "Here, watch her for me," was what he'd said and right now Deacon was certainly watching and anticipating. If he simply told him the bird had flown away? "Do you think we should thank him for the snacks? She's much more palatable this way," he grinned, starting to get other ideas as she squirmed and stretched. "Ravens are just so... stringy."
"She is not to eat!" Morte snapped, partly distracted by the table and not watching how Deacon was watching the girl.
"No, not now. Well... maybe in a manner of speaking she is... but ... We'll let Venge manage that when he's back. After all, he thinks of her like a sister... let him watch her," he said, letting that challenge sit in the air to see how long his associate could even manage without similar ideas. The creature she'd been made into was delectible in many ways.
Morte half turned his head and scowled. "We can't let him eat..." He raises and eyebrow and scowls more. "Our daughter.." He wasn't sure what else to call her.. he had made her what she now was. "He does what?" Being distracted had made him miss some of Mal's words.
He sighed and gave Morte 'that look' as he refolded his arms again, the rolling of his eyes as if he had to explain the man's peculiar behavior. "Birdbrain, remember? Flocking together? Birds? She's a fine feathered friend to him. I doubt he even noticed she was a female when he caged her. He's funny like that."
He glanced at Mal with a slight nod and then his gaze moved carefully over the girl. Morte leaned towards Mal as if confiding. "She's naked." He said as if it were some grand revelation or fact that changed things. "Don't you think that will be distracting?"
"She's ... well yes, I suppose she is." He'd made note of that fact already, but Morte hadn't been listening. "Did he say how long he'd be gone?" He glanced at the door and grinned.
His expression shifted to amusement and curiosity now as he regarded the collector. "Why are you smiling?" He'd missed a little but was catching up and watching the man's reactions more attentively now.
He really needed to ask? "I'm still only human. Consider it a flaw, not that I mind." He was clearly affected on a human level by the girl whether he had the means to fully appreciate her with any warmth or compassion.
"You're disturbed.." Morte chuckled, amused by the reactions. "... but if you can catch her.. you can play with her.. " He paused a moment considering how such play might go and reconsidered slightly. "No hurting her as in maiming and killing.. I think I want to keep her around." He looked at the girl again as she still examined herself and the room around her with disbelieving eyes.
He folded into himself a little with the accusation. "I haven't killed anyone in over a hundred years. There's no sport in it," he defended on that aspect at least, though the gears were still clicking away.
"No maiming her either.." He clarified again, he didn't mind if his collegue wanted to play with the new girl but he didn't want her returned with parts missing or broken too much. "I think I like what I've done with her..." He was begining to form ideas of her usefulness beyond the amusement of creating her.