Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Coup de grace
Vyl hovered in the darkness, waiting and watching. She had grown weary of the lack of success her messengers had had in drawing him out; compounding what she saw as his cowardice in not facing her, regardless of what she did to those he called family, or what she had them do... She had waited. Watching always here or when she was off cutting, burning, breaking and terrorising the minds of his friends; feeding from them, replenishing her strength, waiting for him to emerge. As he finally did, she smiled in the darkness, lips parting over long elapid fangs. Keeping to the shadows, floating noiselessly a small distance above the ground. Flexing her fingers her gaze focused on the back of his head. All her concentration on J and his surroundings...as tense as an animal in the seconds before running at prey she growled... "The time has finally come…"
J emerged from his home with a stretch, he had locked himself in his lab with the idea of resolving the riddle of the dagger once and for all...and with Vyl on the loose in mental shambles, he felt it was a better use of his time. Someone from the family would deal with the lunatic and save him from wasting his own power on it. It wasn't long after he set foot out the door that he felt a chill and began scanning the area. He knew the chill had little or nothing to do with the weather. He thought he heard a low growl nearby and he tensed as he pondered popping back into the lab to grab something useful to stave off any intruder. He mumbled to himself "You still around crazy lady...nobody done locked you up yet?" as he felt the darkness creeping over his skin like a foul breeze.
Vyl floated along behind him, eyes seeming to bore into the back of his head so intense was her gaze... moving between him and the door he had exited, she had no desire to wait should he make a run back to his lair. The leather restraints, all that was left of the straightjacket she had been bound in, touched down lightly on the ground as she hovered.. catching the murmur on the still air she mimiced his accent.. her knowledge of J, even in this state she was now in, was enhanced by what she had been told by those she had power over, those she had hurt to draw him out, those he failed to protect and who now served her.. "Non mon lâche... aint nobody done locked me up yet... " softly moving up and down through the air, the leather of the restraints tapped lightly on the ground, a sound echoed by the drip of blood from her eyes.. "Aint nobody done tried too hard to neither.. guess you just aint so important to them.." her voice never much more than a growl carried the weight of her hatred.. the darkness pooling around her and spreading out towards him, the malice and fury flowing like a wave.. "As they are unimportant to you... as aint done nothing to end their sufferin..."
J leaned back as he began to mumble a defensive charm, unsure of her intent and seeing she had no weapons but unsure of her magical possibilities. He had never seen such total madness in any other than a Malkavian and they were at least a bit more humorous to deal with. "I don't need any of what you is selling crazy lady" he said trying to back up but bumping into the railing instead, still hesitating to unleash anything offensive with so many irreplaceable items near the line of potential destruction.
Vyl dragged a hand along the wall as she floated closer, her clawlike nails digging in... scratching the surface with a jarring noise, the action sharpening the talons as she moved. Her voice now a low rumbling growl that seemed to reverberate in the air around him as she spoke.. "Don't need? You already bought what you will receive..." she tilted her head to one side, eyes burning black into his as she took in his mumbling, the retreat into the barrier, the look in his eyes. Her anger bubbled just below the surface, the hatred and the need to hurt.. the thirst for vengeance... malice crackled in the air around her, the emotion not something she would ever normally display seemed to take on a physical presence in its potency..."Now comes the time to pay..."
J felt her closing in and let himself fall back over the railing attempting some sort of graceful landing almost 15 feet below. He knew he may be able to escape his property via the dungeon tunnel that he had connecting to the sewers, or at worst he would have a clear line of sight on her without blasting his own front door. His backflip was not exactly flawless and he landed on his ass shortly after his feet contacted the ground...the momentum a bit too much to halt. He swore as he fumbled to regain composure trying to get to the hatch in the ground before she could get to him...
Vyl flowed over the railing after J as he tumbled backwards, her hands, about to raise toward him continued their movement, balancing her form as she moved through the air with purpose, more flight than falling. An animalistic hint to her movements, something of the stoop of a bird of prey as she plummeted toward him... a wave of cold darkness forming from the hatred exuding from her would hit him before she reached the ground... she had been interrogating his friends and family.. trying to discover what meant anything to him. The darkness that had stilled to stony statues Leo, Mzzy and others at the slightest touch poured out around him, over him... the low distant screaming that marked its coming would resound in the air as she hovered over J, the darkness pulling at his thoughts like threads, drawing them out to bolster her belief that he cared for his current surroundings.. his dwelling... presumably an eternal’s collection of valuables and true treasures... treasures true to him... flashes of its destruction would start to flicker before his eyes.. faint at first... like a distant screen through smoke that was beginning to clear...
J stumbled as he tried to back into the hatch leading down when he felt the wave wash over him. He could hear screams from familiar voices, Leo, Mzzy... he knew she had harmed them, he had heard as much...he hoped staying out of the city would help but it didn't. Now he could hear them screaming in his head...it was very disturbing and he felt helpless at the shrieking in his ears. He felt vertigo as the visions came next...as it was like someone playing a movie with the wrong audio track to it. It confused his mind terribly and he stumbled again, the defensive measures were to keep off physical attacks, the mental attacks caught him off guard. The visions became disturbingly real and he could see his lab, the fire from the oven leaping out and catching other materials into a blaze....the flames licking up the walls making their way towards all the precious tomes...hundreds of years worth of knowledge now in peril. The feeling of his own scream lumping in his throat as he heard the sound of breaking glass in his mind's visions...the display cases with the priceless magical artefacts...he gasped aloud as the visions in his mind paralysed him, washing out the surrounding reality as the smell of burning antique rosewood from the telescope entered into this nightmare...this private hell being unleashed on his mind. A small voice from his dealing with the black arts of voodoun was struggling to yell through the clutter... that this was an illusion and to snap out of it...but the evil and the insanity Vyl was casting off was much stronger than his previous encounters with mental attacks.... his brain struggled against the sounds and the visions as a red tear streaked his cheek at the losses he was witnessing in his mind.
Reaching out a hand toward him as he lay prone, the leather restraint dangling still from the last remains of the straightjacket, the metal woven between the sheets of its hide giving it weight as it brushes against him… the skin of her hand as her fingertips brushed through the bloody trail on his cheek was rough... the old blood of her victims left to dry there as a warning to all comers… the touch itself was soft.. a deadly caress as she smeared his blood, a weapon more powerful even than her insanity she moved her hand away... rubbing the blood between her fingers...
J could see the images and as the pain increased it was as if he was locked in place and unable to do anything about what he saw happening. As the frustration and rage built to the point of overflow, he instinctively went to an extreme to deal with the fire he saw in his visions...calling forth an elemental blast of cold, snow, frost and ice in a very messy and unorganized fashion. This blast, however, was not confined to his mind and would end up coming into contact with everything in front of him at the moment including her…
Vyl was indeed blown back by the torrent of cold, the snow and shards of ice, knocking her floating legs out from underneath her.. the blast that was called forth to battle the flames J saw in his mind had shown there miliseconds before the blast hit out into reality, too late to do anything about getting out of the way, just enough to curl her hand, wet with his blood, into a tight fist, the other reaching out for his shoulder, fighting to hold on against the wave of cold, sharp ice cutting into her flesh. The consciousness that spread around him was unaffected by the cold, as much as it battered her physical frame as she fought to grasp his shoulder, anchoring her. Fuelled more by hate than by blood now, her clenched fist drew back before powering forward in the direction of his temple as he struggled to get away...
J felt the blow smash into his head and it sent the world spinning, so he was now even more unsure of the border between reality and the visions in his mind. He lay sprawled on the ground trying to process why the cold blast didn’t have the effect he expected on the flames in his mind…some still burned, some things were far more charred then he imagined possible in the timeframe. The darkness and screams getting stronger and louder as Vyl was over him in such close proximity though his consciousness flickered.
Vyl pulled back her hand, watching J fall to the ground, no longer struggling to get away. Her vision was oddly split; seeing him on the ground, but also seeing what he saw. Flickering faster they began to form a steady moving image... seeing through his mind as the darkness pressed deeper she saw her own approach and smiled at the rightness of it. Floating lower she fell to her knees while remaining aloft, reaching out a hand and working it into his hair, lifting him up, tilting his head back in the same movement. She had been starving herself for weeks in preparation... never drinking more than was necessary to stave off frenzy in all that time, saving her thirst and her malice for this, for him. Those poor souls she had fed from could have warned J what was coming... but they were far away now, all help was far too far away. Twisting her grip in his hair, tugging on the strands, pulling the most painful nerves by the temple to yank him back into clearer consciousness, this was not something she would let him miss. His throat exposed, she lowered her own head, lips parting over fangs, ready to sink them into his throat, tearing the flesh rather than piercing it delicately, her bite more animal than refined. For all it was feral, it was effective. The wound deep, cutting into the jugular. Blood spurted into her mouth, too much to contain, splashed across her skin and his, running in rivulets onto the sodden ground below. It felt all too soon that she released the pressure of her bite, letting J slump back to the ground. Slowly she traced her hands through his blood on her skin. Anyone who had watched her taking a donation at the Bank knew her affinity for blood, had seen her calling it, summoning it to join her own through all the layers of flesh. In the controlled environment, it was useful tool, making a donation as painless as possible. One of her oldest weapons had become a tool to serve the greater good of the Coven, now, in its true form she called out to the blood in J’s body, the song of her own drawing it nearer. Drenched in his vitae already the link was strong. Dark bruises bloomed like evil flowers under his skin as the blood answered the call, moving to the surface. Once again floating over him, she began turning in the air, her head flying back in a scream of exaltation as droplets of blood worked out of every one of J’s pores, soaking his clothing, rising to meet her, turning the air around them to a red mist.
This was the culmination of months of RP in the City of Lost Angels. This was Vyl's look from June to October 2010. Long standing character traits were sparked by some craziness or other leading to members of the Coven being locked up together in their base, a hotel with all amenities, but for a time, no working exits. Vyl does not cope well in confined spaces, poor J made the mistake of jokingly telling her he knew how to get out. In her mind, this made the whole situation, her plummet back into insanity and all the pain that followed, his fault. There was a LOT of fun to get to this point, and a lot more after! I hope you enjoyed it, it is one of my favourites, I loved every minute of RPing this out with the fabulous people who took part, and can't thank them enough In case you were worried, J survived, traumatised just as Vyl planned. I'm not quite sure if he's forgiven her yet, probably best not to...
Hair : Boudoir - Irena black tentacles and Irena white
Skin : [Exodus] Glossy black drow skin
Straight Jacket : Rotten Toe - Straight Jacket
Skirt : "Shifty Owl" Camala in Red