The Harlequin

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: He scares you? You ain't seen nothing yet my lost cathartic friend. And Arikel, sex might not be the only things for a vampyre, but you can bet its one of the most ...interesting. But anyway, here's the other side to it. And stop reading Wheel of Time. I get enough of that at school. IC: [I]Raven rises from Lacroix's bed, naked and alone. Remembering the earlier events sends a thrill down her spine, and she quickly searchs for her strange companion. She spies a nightgown, black velvet traced in silver. She shrugs it on, and walks around the room. There are only two doors, one of which is locked. She tries the other one. It leads down an unlighted staircase, although candle light flickers at the bottom. She carefully walks down. At the bottom, a large table is set up. Lacroix is bent over a human body. Still writhing slightly. A charred reek hangs in the air. Lacroix turns, revealing a strand of heated barbed wire. It had been placed down the man's throat, and then ripped out slowly. The man's stomach was an open cavity. Rats had eaten through it. Slowly. While he was still alive. His head showed signs of blood loss. Leeches had been placed in his eyes, nose and ears. He was going to be dead very soon. Raven gasps at the sight, walking slowly over to Lacroix.[/I] Lacroix: Well? Raven: I like your entertainment, But I like this even more. [I]She wraps her arms around Lacroix, bringing her mouth to his. Lacroix picks her up, takes her back up the stairs to the bed, their love making slower this time, gentler. They still manage to annoy the people for a rather large radius though...[/I] OOC: Blood, darkness and sex. This is so me. God I love this kind of thing. Perverted you say? Again, you ain't seen nothing yet.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Eh? I thought I already mentioned that. Maybe not. Maybe I accidently put it somewhere else. Oh well. Just have them send me a sign up sheet or something. Just something that will give me an idea of their writing skills. I'll probably say yes though. We'll see. [/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]That is cool. Very cool. I'd say that even if you did have that sword, it would be pretty difficult to use, not to mention somewhat conspicious... Although, I have two katanas and a wakizashi. Along with quite a few knives, a throwing star, nunchukas, countless quarterstaves etc... I like my weapon collection. So I'd agree with Desbreko. Always carry a weapon.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]The irony is galling. Here I am working on Photoshop 5.5, wishing for a better version, and then some newbie comes in and asks how to use 7. Oh, the pain of it all. On a lighter note, I now have Corel PhotoDRAW 9! Mwahahahaha.... Sorry people.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]He sat, perched, watchful, on the rooftop directly above the dancing girl. His cold, lifeless eyes caressed the young woman's fragile body as it twirled and pirouetted under the two o'clock moonlight, drawing him as close as he dared and fascinating him deeply. She danced alone on the street, singing disjointedly and zigzagging her way along the abandoned rows of buildings until they dissolved into parkland. The man, running out of rooftop, jumped down from the three-story hight and landed lightly on his feet, still concealed in darkness. The girl began to wander into the thick forest parkland with a confused, bewildered look on her face, before laughing and singing once more as she drew her observer deeper into the garden. After a few minutes, she stopped in the centre of an intersection of pathway and began to cry. Then she shrieked suddenly and laughed again, evoking a smile from her hidden stalker. Twisting slowly, the girl looked about her until she stared directly at the man's location in the darkness. This confused him, as she appeared to have seen him but this was not possible. He sighed and stepped out from his hidden location. At this she shrieked again and jumped back, falling over backwards onto the gravel path. He did not move, rather, stand before her and stare intently down at her. He secretly longed to see her dance again, her body to him was magnificent. The man suddenly pounced on the girl, bringing her not to the ground but simply into his encircling arms. She gasped and relaxed in his embrace, and showed no signs of restraint. He smiled at her upturned face and knelt to the ground, laying her gently upon it. She closed her eyes and smiled lazily as he stared at her face and then body, enchanted by her pale skin and spidery limbs. Then, bending down slowly, he kissed her gently and, hearing her moan, ran his hands over her body and through her hair. He began to kiss down her neck, and she gasped and enclosed his body in her arms. As his long, thin fangs sunk slowly into her flesh, she showed no resistance, her breathing faltered slightly and that was all. He continued to feed off her, and when her breathing became too shallow to perceive, he slashed at his wrist, placing it on her mouth. She sucked at it greedily, causing him to moan with shared rapture. The Embrace was complete. The young man knelt before his vampyre fledgling in the dark, the blood still warm and acrid in his mouth. She looked up at him, slightly confused.[/I] Raven: Who are you? Lacroix: I am Lacroix. Welcome, my lost cathartic love, to my world. Raven: What? Lacroix: Feel different? Raven: Somewhat. Why? Lacroix: You are a vampyre. Raven: What! [I]Lacroix, realising that words would not work, took Raven by the hand and led her down the street. They reached a darkened alley. The smell of human refuse saturated the ground, but they ignored it. Pulling out one of the many homeless people, Lacroix sank his fangs into the hapless mortal's neck, drinking lightly. He then turned, offering the body to the startled Raven. Instinct overcame revulsion, and she took the body, drinking deeply. When she was finished, she broke the neck with a sharp crack. Lacroix smiled at her, then again took her hand, leading her off. Half an hour later, they stood in Lacroix's ...den of iniquity. Lacroix, slightly elated, drew Raven too him and kissed her, hard. After intial resistence, she melted against him. He drew her over to the bed, draped in black velvet. He slowly laid her down, and then joined her.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Ah. Thank you for correcting me. I merely made an assumption. It was the "Get Her" comment that sparked it. Now, if everyone is finished making me feel foolish, I'll do something a little more ...interesting. IC: [I]The two Hume males turn, startled at Davien and Lacroix's presence. They move to walk past, watching warily. Both Davien and Lacroix step out of the way politely. Once they are out of sight however, Davien suddenly pulls Lacroix to the side, running around the perimeter of the compound. Reaching one of the higher walled sections, he roots around in some nearby bushes. He pulls out a large case. He lays it on the ground, opening it away from Lacroix. Lacroix stands back, respectful of Davien's privacy. Davien draws out a grappel and two lengths of rope. He then securely ties the case onto his back. He stands, shading his eyes and looking at the wall. He spins the grappel, slowly. As the rotation increases, he asks Lacroix to warn him should anyone come along. Lacroix turns, reaper knives coming to hand. He is unsure of what is going on, but nevertheless is ready to help his companion. Davien hisses slightly for him to come on, and they scale the rope. They reach the top, coming out in a small building glitch. From their concealed vantage point, which is revealed to be a miscalculation, forming a shadowy alcove, they can see the entire stadium. Davien takes the case of his back, opening it. Inside is a long rifle, with an impressive scope. He pulls a pistol, and aims it at the startled Lacroix.[/I] Davien: Well. Surprised? You shouldn't be. You should have noticed that I didn't have any cargo, and that there was no real point in coming here, but then you've been in the desert for 40 years, so I guess you're excused. [I]Taken aback by Davien's contemptuous tone of voice, Lacroix says nothing. He raises his hands slowly, making no threatening moves.[/I] Davien: What to know why I'm really here? Well, I guess I'll just have to tell you. I was hired to the elvish government, to assassinate Chancellor Hikaru. [I]Lacroix rocks back on his heels startled.[/I] Davien: And you're going to cover me. [img]http://www.itsmysite.com/j-otaku/images/Lacroix_Avatar.gif[/img]Lacroix: I should have known there was something strange about you. Davien: Well? What's your answer. [I]Lacroix stands upright again, looking at Davien for a long moment. He then bursts out laughing.[/I] [img]http://www.itsmysite.com/j-otaku/images/Lacroix_Avatar.gif[/img]Lacroix: Why the hell not? I really don't have anything better to do. [I]Davien looks at him oddly for a moment, before going back to assembling the rifle and sighting the scope.[/I] OOC: Egad, that was badly done. A blanket apology for the quality of that post people.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Oh hell. Not again. Name: Lacroix Sigfried Age: 22 Equipment: Two reaper knives. Appearance: Six foot tall, with inky black hair that falls to his shoulders. Held back with a ring of beaten silver. Incredibly pale skin. Always wears concealing black, topped off with hooded cloak. Body, asiding face and hands, is covered in scars. Bio: His history is unknown. Even to him... He is insane though.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix froze. No sound reached his ears, but his instincts told him otherwise. He was again the hunter. He lived by instinct. A slight scraping, that would have been indetectable to one of any other race sounded like drumbeats in Lacroix's head. He slowly drew his scimitars, even though he was sure of what the monster ahead was. He threw out his hand, and shielded his eyes. Purple electricity emanated an unnatural glow, revealing one of the greater monsters in the Underdark. A hook horror. 12 feet tall, a hook horror was an armoured killing machine. Covered in chitinous carapace harder than steel, covered in blades, a hook horror also had the sharpest hearing of any creatures known. Sharper even than drow. It shuffled ahead, blinded by the light, but not in the least bit inhibited. It was wary of the drow. It payed to be, when one was in the Underdark.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Harlequin sank down, stricken. He tried to calm his mind, to think clearly, but he was defeated by grief. He thought over what he knew, desperate for anyway he could save his love. She had already died, but was unconscious. Without healing, she would not naturally regain consciousness. Harlequin sent a questing thought out, and found nothing. He stabilised his mind, and slowly bled his consciousness into her own. The effort was telling, it took nearly an hour, and had to be carefully controlled, lest the backlash kill him. And her. Eventually, flickers appeared in her mind, and thought again spun its joyful dance. She awoke, reclaiming the scattered strings of her mind. As well as hers, she latched onto Harlequin's. As he had used his mind, bleeding it into hers, they were now even more one than before. Through the empathic soul link, Spyder could feel his remorse. And he could feel her forgiveness. They rose up, embracing each other silently. There would never be the need for words between them again. Thought, feeling and emotion, they were one.[/I][/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix awakes, the pain in his arm ripping a gasp from him. Ilythiirtar offers him a rough sketch of Alastuin's trail. Lacroix however, waves it off.[/I] Lacroix: She has made her choice. It is not my place to refute it. Ilythiirtar: What! You may never see her again! Lacroix: She feels that way. So for both our sakes, I hope I never do. It would hurt too much. [I]Striken, Lacroix rolls over, sending himself into the dark depths of oblivion.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]The fact that this forum is called sign up should have alertde you to that. So, you're not screening posts? Everyone's in? Mmmm. degeneration of the bloodline...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Well, I was not expecting THAT! Sorry my love, but it's time to have a litte fun. IC: Harlequin: And we can't let that happen. Spyder: What do you mean? Harlequin: We cannot have the Lightbearers unite again under any leader. Not even you. I may not believe in my oath, but I do believe in tactics. Forgive me my love. [I]Harlequin spins his twin viper up, a snaking blow aimed at Spyder's head. She jumps back, startled. He spins his weapon around behind him, catching it inches away from the blade with his left hand. With the larger proportion of the weapon extending back hand form his left arm, he sweeps his arm around twisting it and catching it forehand as Spyder again dodges. He slashs downwards, swordlike, and his right hand darts into his cloak, and with a whiplike motion, he again strikes at Spyder, before throwing his kris knife. The waved blade strikes deep into her arm. She gasps in pain, then fights back. Her fingernails shoot out at Harlequin, who spins and ducks, striking a backhand blow at her legs. As he spins back up, he leaps, twirling the stafflike weapon arond once before attacking again. At the apex of his jump, he pushes one point into the dirt floor, cartwheeling over the staff and kicking Spyder in the head. He lands, the grounded point arcing up towards her again. It stops just shy of her head.[/I] Harlequin: Fight back ...my love.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Who was that at? Raven and I, or one of the other groups around here. Trust me, they're quite probably worse than we are. IC: [I]Lacroix and Alastuin merely sat, happy in each others' presence after all these years. It has been so long since they had been parted, it hurt to see each other again. Lacroix wondered what this would mean. Would it change anything?[/I] Lacroix: Would you object to living in the Mire my love? Alastuin: Would I fit in anywhere else? [I]Lacroix immediately enfolds her tighter in his arms, sorry he brought it up. She sighs, in happiness not sorrow, and nestles closer against him.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Harlequin and Spyder approached the hut cautiously. Not sure who or what was inside, they circled around and approached it to the side, the slight creaking of the bamboo enough to cover their movement. They sidled up to the wall, listening in before entering. They heard nothing. Spyder shrugged, and walked around to the door. Harlequin spins his twin viper into his hands before following.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Lacroix: Ah, why not. [I]They left Yipe!, following the path towards Manyard. Before they get too far, Epiy the wizard gets to them, yelling at them to stop.[/I] Lacroix: Was there something? Epiy: Yes! I need to go with you! Lacroix: Why? Epiy: Because I've turned into a marine biologist! [I]Due to the fact that biology wasn't an offically recognised science in the world of Yipe!, and that science itself didn't really exist, they chose to ignore him. He walked off, despondant, before yelling about fish in the grass. They were very surprised to find him actually right.[/I] Lacroix: Food! I say we eat them all! Jesus: No! They're the bunnies' henchman! [I]Lacroix did a fast double take, finding he was right. Indeed, the fish were dressed in gangster suits, and looked like they meant business.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Was anyone intending to inform me that this thing had actually started? Oh, and don't tell me if this is somewhat different to my sign up, I really wouldn't have a clue what I had there. IC: [I]Lacroix emerged, the darkness around him showing no sign of abating. Of course he prefered it that way. The ruined castle that served as his home stood, on an outstretched jut of rock, miles above the ground on one facing. Due to some unexplained meteorological anomaly, the sky was always grey, and storms brewed often. Explosive, deadly storms that ripped living thigns to shreds. That, coupled with a few other things, spawned all those cliche legends that kept the ignorant peasants away. Lacroix had to deal with roving bands of knights every now and then though, and as such the courtyard and barbican were littered with armour and weapons. The bodies went over the edge normally. He looked around, and walked onto the battlements. He agilely, absently, leapt onto one of the still intact crenellations. He drew himself to his full height, head thrown back and arms outstretched. The storm raged about him, a strange sharpness filled the air. Like lightning about to strike. Which it did. Showering down on Lacroix, if was inky black. It fell around him, neither blinding him, nor striking him. The black lightning stayed, forming a circle. Or perhaps a cage. To Lacroix's twisted mind, this was a message from some higher beings. The forces of irony. He tended to call them that. He didn't like gods. A voice, spectral and hollow, possessed of ages, driven by nothing, declaimed to him secrets beyond even his insanity. The Elemental Jewels were the least of this, yet his mind was shielded. Only when he performed the shadow ceremony would he remember. He was a twisted soul, perfect vessel for the fates to control. He lived not his own life, and cared not. The fates were a part of him. He was an axis around which they turned. The enlightened knew him not. The demons knew him not. But he knew them. He knew them all. The shadows roiled, a sentient mass of apathy. The Jewel that had been sundered was stirring. The pieces must be collected. Faithful, unquestioning, Lacroix leapt down, falling the thousands of feet to the ground below the outcropping of rock. The fall should have killed him, but for the lake. Still, it hurt. And it took nearly half an hour to get out of there. Nonplussed, Lacroix left, confident that his home would be intact when he returned.[/I] OOC: Thought I'd try a slightly different bent in this one.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Please tell me that made sense to someone else, because that way they can explain it to me.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Pretty simple there Phantom. Really. Looks pretty good anyway. But this time, its you blinding me![/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: My apologies if Jesus Chicken was using a different name. I'll post who's perspective I'm writing from at the beginning. [I][B]Raistlin[/B] Raistlin stood, watching as the others assembled. They walked off to find Mara and Haas. Raistlin followed silently, saying nothing. He was still less than comfortable with this strange group. He noticed that Lacroix also seemed wary, but that seemed more ingrained defensiveness and a glacial mind than anything else. Raistlin was sure that Lacroix had his own aims, and that he would not flinch from killing them should it further them.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix and Davien stare in amazement as a sheet of flame appears in the air in front of the elf. For a moment, she seems surprised as they. Certainly, the guards are shocked. They quickly recover, shouting out for aid, as they advance on the elf. Davien and Lacroix are thrown two steps forward as the doors burst open behind them. Recovering instantly, Lacroix sweeps around his reaper knife darting out of its sheathe to take out one of the guards throats. Davien bears no weapon, but waits for the guard to advance. The guards pulls a small pistol and aims at Davien's head. Davien steps forward, letting the guard put his pistol to his head. Then, as the guard relaxes slightly, he throws his head to the side and his hand up. He encircles the guard's wrist and spin him around, his other hand taking the gun out. The result is the hapless Hume standing in front of Davien with his arm in a very painful position, at least judging by the rather interesting shade of purple his face was turning. Davien aimed the gun into the doors, but saw no one there. Lacroix steps forward, and strikes the Hume in the solar plexus. Moving with the recoil, he snaps his hand up, twisting the neck and breaking it. Davien drops the corpse, and they turn to see how the female elf fared.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Oh you dirty dirty bastard EFK! As soon as I run off, you pull this ****! You die, you die! Oh for Christ's sake! Really... This is the situation where I dig out the heated barbed-wire! Mwahahahaha! IC: [I]Lacroix reached Dead Dragon Gorge, taking his last glimpse of sunlight before heading into his former, lightless world. He turned, finally certain, and returned to the Underdark. Despite his Sojourn on the surface, his eyes shifted naturally into heat sensing spectrum, a natural ability in all cave dwellers. Lacroix quickly disappeared, the winding complex of caves enveloping. The darkness rose in his soul, merging with the darkness around him. He raised himself to his full height, and looked around. He was home.[/I] OOC: A) No, I'm not making myself evil, I'm just Lacroix reaching his full potential. B) BOW TO MY FURRY OTAKUNESS! Mwahahahaha![/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I'll give it a shot. [edit]What the hell are you people talking about? As soon as I flatten the image, it turns white again![/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]For Christ's sake Darkened Skye or who ever you currently are, when the hell are you going to create the starting thread in Otaku Games/Rpgs (I REFUSE to call it adeventures!)[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Everbody likes psychopaths. Hell, its part of the reason Raven and I are in love. And we'll get to the embrace fairly early, so don't worry about it. It won't be something other people want to read though... But anyway, to reiterate, when is this going to start?[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I can fix it if you want. But I'd probably need the original PSP image. If I can run it.[/font][/color]