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Log; Complete
When; Sept. 3 (after midnight)
Rating; PG-13/R?
Characters; The Corinthian (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bitingnightmare), Scarab (noh_dancer)
Summary; Just barely arrived and already The City is toying with him, until chance should dictate he cross paths with the dreaming woman.
Log;
"Come here you little beast."
The Corinthian clawed at the wall. Upon first glance it might have seemed like the man was insane, scraping his nails across concrete out of anger, or maybe he was trying to brush some pesky illusions away. A closer inspection would reveal he was attacking one smaller but far quicker than he. Whatever it was it darted low and left, narrowly escaping the nightmare's clutches.
"I promise it won't hurt," he hissed at his prey. Even sightless he managed to deftly maneuver the butterfly knife.
The mongrel backed against a dumpster, its shaggy tail tucked under itself. It whimpered at the would be dog catcher but the blond heard no heart wrenching canine plea for its life, all he heard was the animal giving away its position. He slashed at the metal side, causing the dog to scramble between the heavy wheels. The Corinthian quickly brought his heavy boot down on a grey tail before it could escape. The dog yelped sharply.
"Gotcha!!"
Not but moments later The Corinthian reemerged with a pair of sticky spheres in his hand, his clothing remained virtually bloodless. He pocketed his knife then removed his glasses. This was something he swore to seldom do, but this situation called for desperate measures. He pulled the red strings of meat aside and fit both brown eyes into his little mouths. His tongues rolled them into place as his teeth preciously prepared them for consumption. He stopped their gnashing edges before they could break the soft white layer. It hurt but it would do.
The nightmare looked through them, his eyes.
"........ .... Motherfucker."
It was like looking through the 1939 Du Mont in Lucien's library.
Whoever had done this to him would pay dearly. No good deed, prank or not, goes unrewarded after all. He propped his sunglasses back on and stalked out of the service street.
Rating; PG-13/R?
Characters; The Corinthian (
bitingnightmare), Scarab (noh_dancer)Summary; Just barely arrived and already The City is toying with him, until chance should dictate he cross paths with the dreaming woman.
Log;
"Come here you little beast."
The Corinthian clawed at the wall. Upon first glance it might have seemed like the man was insane, scraping his nails across concrete out of anger, or maybe he was trying to brush some pesky illusions away. A closer inspection would reveal he was attacking one smaller but far quicker than he. Whatever it was it darted low and left, narrowly escaping the nightmare's clutches.
"I promise it won't hurt," he hissed at his prey. Even sightless he managed to deftly maneuver the butterfly knife.
The mongrel backed against a dumpster, its shaggy tail tucked under itself. It whimpered at the would be dog catcher but the blond heard no heart wrenching canine plea for its life, all he heard was the animal giving away its position. He slashed at the metal side, causing the dog to scramble between the heavy wheels. The Corinthian quickly brought his heavy boot down on a grey tail before it could escape. The dog yelped sharply.
"Gotcha!!"
Not but moments later The Corinthian reemerged with a pair of sticky spheres in his hand, his clothing remained virtually bloodless. He pocketed his knife then removed his glasses. This was something he swore to seldom do, but this situation called for desperate measures. He pulled the red strings of meat aside and fit both brown eyes into his little mouths. His tongues rolled them into place as his teeth preciously prepared them for consumption. He stopped their gnashing edges before they could break the soft white layer. It hurt but it would do.
The nightmare looked through them, his eyes.
"........ .... Motherfucker."
It was like looking through the 1939 Du Mont in Lucien's library.
Whoever had done this to him would pay dearly. No good deed, prank or not, goes unrewarded after all. He propped his sunglasses back on and stalked out of the service street.
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Her speech was slightly slurred due to the curse robbing her of her sense of taste, and numbing her entire mouth to boot.
Unconsciously she shook the sleeve of her over shirt down to cover her mangled hand while giving him a once over.
The discomfort she felt at displaying her maimed hand had everything to do with the paranoia that people would see it and take it as weakness. A little silly, really, since not many would know right off that she was right handed, and had only recently lost the use of said appendage.
"Hardly trying"
Oh, it seems Corinth fancied himself a hardcase. Well, that was fine by her, and didn't change her attitude with him, but mentally made her smile. She was just as comfortable with a knife fight as a street corner conversation
What's a little bloodshed between friends, afterall?
His 'eyes' were not the wierdest, or even the most unsettling thing she had seen in this place. Not by a long shot...and if Corinth had any brains he would realize he wasn't the big fish in the pond anymore.
"Are you lost too, or just out catching the sights?". Yes the pun was probably in bad taste, but she had always been a bit too much of a smart ass for her own good.
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"Well met, then," he nodded and released her hand. So far it didn't seem like he was going to provoke her into open bloodletting.
The nightmare reset his glasses properly. The subtle twitch in his expression over her well-timed pun was likely visible to her too. "I'm taking the scenic route to this library, sure," stated the nightmare in a cool tone. There was no reason for him to combat such a perfect barb.
"But is it this way," he gestured in the direction in which he'd started, "or that way?" He gestured in the direction he presumed Scarab was taking with barely a hint of a smirk.
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The way this man carried himself, like a predatory cat, marked him out as someone like her.
A killer...and a good one.
This only reinforced her cordial demeanor. Most people took her at face value, and equated her general affability with a squeamish attitude towards bloodshed.
It made them not only underestimate her, but also see her as less of a threat.
This image was one she spent a great deal of time and effort cultivating. Once it had been difficult mimicking the emotions and reactions of women with the personalities she wished to portray, but after a while it became easier to keep up the mask, and hide her sociopathic tendancies.
" Well, the truth is we could walk for days in any direction, but as long as we aren't thinking about where we want to go, we'll never get there. "
She shrugged with a bit of resignation.
" Crazy-ass curses, shifting buildings, lots of kids with bizarre hair colors, and the end of the world. Welcome to The City"
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On a most superficial level her vinyl pants felt like a give away. Her demeanor was too careful for it to be a fashion statement, and for the record he had no underlying motive to openly stare at their smooth surface.
"You mean if we were to keep walking we could arrive at the same place," asked The Corinthian, almost amused by the thought. On the other hand they could keep walking and never meet again, given the nature of The City. "Yeah, thanks, I've gotten my fair share of the welcome wagon," he nodded with a rub to the back of his neck.
"Are you on your way there," he presumed, considering their conversation earlier.
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"And yes, we could end up in the same place, but I would rather get there than spend the day wandering around." And just asking for something to turn up and impale me agian. She mentally added.
Standing on the street corner also wasn't getting them where they needed to go, so she stepped off into the street, and started walking.
" We can try getting there together if you like?" Scarab asked, while turning to walk backwards in case Alex wanted to keep up thier meet-and-greet.
" It might help that we both want to get to the same place."
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"I'm coming with you," he declared without shame, though whether he liked it or not was something else entirely. The Corinthian just nodded once to the backwards-walking woman. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan," he conceded.
"You mentioned the end of the world, tell me what's that about," requested the white-blond. He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets as they walked an invisible path to this library.
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"Ah, the sixty-four thousand dollar question" she commented, while trying to keep the image of the library firmly at the forefront of her mind.
" Basically we are all here as emotional food for this city. I don't know if you've seen the carousel yet, but apparently it's not only the center of the city, but also the only piece of this giant machine that's visible above ground. That ticking I know you can hear is the ticking of the clock.
Actually the ones you want to ask about this stuff is a guy who wears a mask all the time. V I think he calls himself?
Anyway, he seems to be the one who knows the most about this stuff."
Shrugging agian, she continued.
" I know these curses are supposed to keep us in all kinds of different emotional states. The city likes variety in it's meals I suppose. It's why you'll hear about people being blind, or deaf, or talking funny today"
Scarab gave him a rueful look at explaining her speech impediment.
" As far as curses go, this one is pretty mild. A couple days after I got here everyone could hear the thoughts of everyone else. I've head of others that range from horrific to ridiculous, too."
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"I did see the carousel. So The City is a machine that feeds on emotions," the severity of the situation couldn't eclipse the irony of it. He ran his fingers through his short hair. "V," he repeated the name, committing it to memory.
"That explains it, I lost my vision earlier too, but I got it back," said The Corinthian in a matter-of-fact manner. He couldn't recall what kind of emotion the clockwork mechanism drank from that experience, aside from frustration.
"Are there people who run this place," he asked her. Any demi-gods, secret society members? Hell he thought it might have been a few trickster dieties, playing one last joke on the dreaming before the world failed to even remember their names.
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"Ya, there are 'gods'. At least thats what everyone calls them, but if you ask me they aren't gods with a capital 'G' at all.
Kaen is the one to watch out for. He says he is the embodiement of all the hate, anger, jealousy, and pain from everything living in the city. I suppose it makes a bent kind of sense..."
She thought she recognized the street they were on, but wasn't sure, and so didn't mention the change in where they were.
"Yoshito is the other end of the spectrum. He's all sparkles and rainbows, and ridiculousness. He isn't so bad I guess, but he is behind the kissing curse, and that genderswap one.
Which I am very grateful I missed out on.
There's two more that are sort of trainees to Yoshito and Kaen, but I don't know thier names. On the first day I woke up here one of what Kaen refferred to as the 'higher-ups' made an appearence and put out a kind of a survey. A friend of mine, Frederick, actually spoke to it."
Once agian she turned to the right and smiled in recognition of the little shop she and Faye had visited only a few days ago.
" I think we're getting close." She commented, and picked up the pace.
Sure enough, a tall building that more resembled a greek temple than a library came into view.
Just as advertised, it was massive, and covered in ornate statues of various sophist's, writers, and poets both old and new. Some of the statues Scarab recognized. The usual characters of Plato and Da Vinci were standing alongside Stephen Hawking. Others were completly foreign...one even had a tail.
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"The Morningstar may well have sent the capital G here," he mused. Although he had no role in Lucifer's war against Hell and God he did like to keep himself up to date on such events. He even knew the last whereabouts of the laughing magician, but wouldn't seek out a Constantine's help for they always called in their favors.
"Yoshito and Kaen, those names don't sound familiar to me, but I'll keep all that in mind," The Corinthian nodded. He gave a mental shudder over that genderswap curse in particular, a spark of humanity in him.
"It looks like we've found our library."
The man observed a winged statue that stood above the height of the store, and when the library came into full view it was clear this statue was hardly the crowning achievement of the establishment. Among the sophists, scientists, and playwrights, he thought he recognized a few faces themselves, but he didn't even want to begin wondering how they came to be memorialized here. He briefly wondered if the mechanism would break down if all its captured 'souls' stopped believing in its superiority.
"What are you hoping to find here," he asked Scarab thoguhtfully, perhaps hoping to find his own goal in her answer.
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Morningstar?....riiigghtt
"Famialiar with many deities are we?" she asked with a sarcastic edge.
In the same breath, she lost the tone of voice. The guy had teeth for eyelids, after all. Who knows who or what he might know of.
His question made her look away as they climbed the steps.
" Have you heard of something called the Pyramid Head? Or maybe Red Pyramid?" she asked. The affability had gone out of her when talking about that thing. It was an uncomfortable subject, but it was good for her to talk about it.
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