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[ronderotarel]

When; February the 13th
Rating; R for blood and potential violence
Characters; Alois Trancy ronderotarel and Karl Fei-Ong worldofourown
Summary; Alois trusts people when he really shouldn't. These are the results.
Log;

He never went to this side of the City before. Nobody is around, and the area looks pretty abandoned. He looks around, waiting for that guy of whom he doesn't even know the name. He's kind of excited. It's the first time in years that he gets to go somewhere all by himself.

Comments

xD God-DAMN you are FAST!

[worldofourown]

This City had seemed desolate, at first. Full of network devices and intrusive audio and worthless humans. Worse still, his Saya was hidden somewhere. Guarded, no doubt, by her wretched Chevalier- and by that conniving, murderous turncoat Karl had once called 'brother'.

It didn't matter. He'd find her. He'd find her, and make her his.

And for now...

Karl smiles coldly.

For now, he could concentrate on getting a little snack.

Leaning by the empty building, he waited for his succulent little prey. This was going to be too easy. Like taking candy from a baby. Or both.

XD

[ronderotarel]

[Alois is not sure if the meeting was inside the building or outside. He looks around a little bit, and he finally sees that guy. He smirks.]

Finally! It took me fucking forever to find you. Why were you hiding from me? [His voice is slightly petulant. After all, this is all a game for him.]

Poor Alois...xD

[worldofourown]

[Karl's smile widens a little at the boy's insolence. Fiesty. This one will probably kick and scratch and scream. All the more fun]

~My apologies. I was simply making sure the venue was suitable for our lessons.

[He inclines his head, eyes bright and smile fixed.]

And your name is...?

Heh this is how his life goes

[ronderotarel]

[Those bright eyes make Alois feel a little wary. After all, he associates that gaze with demons.]

I'm Earl Alois Trancy. [There's a bit of arrogance in his voice, as he says Earl.] And your name is?

[In the meanwhile, he wraps his arms around himself. This place is damn cold.]

[worldofourown]

[An Earl? Well, well. Can he pick them, or can he pick them? His kneejerk reaction would be to assume the child is fibbing. But there is something in his manner- an insousciance, that makes him seem...spoilt. Rich, if not titled. Someone used to having his way.]

~A pleasure, Lord Trancy.

[He offers a courtly bow. He was born and raised in Vietnam, but he spent the remainder of his years in the company of the prestigious Goldsmiths. He knows how to behave. On the surface.]

~But please. Do come inside. It's a tad chilly tonight, isn't it?

[ronderotarel]

[There is something unsettling about this man. It's something Alois did not notice while they were talking through the video device. It has to do with the way he moves, he seems quite weird.

But either way, he still wants his butterfly patterns. So he steps inside the building.

It's quite a damp place, but the worst thing is that it's dark. He's already trembling for fear, because nothing scares him as much asa dark room.]

Hey, you didn't tell me your name. [He's trying to sound casual, but his voice comes out a bit shaky.] And check if there are some bloody candles to light up this place, will you?

[worldofourown]

Hm...

My name?

[Smiling, he strikes a match. The fire throws eerie shadows across the room, an instant before he lights a kerosene lamp resting on a rickety desk. The room is instantly suffused in a pale orange glow.]

Ah, please excuse my rudeness. I am... Karl Fei-Ong.

[He doesn't think it's risky, telling the child his name. After all, in a few moments, it won't matter.]

~Now then. Shall we begin our first lesson?

[ronderotarel]

[Once the room is lightened, Alois starts feeling much better. He smiles.]

You have a very weird name. [He giggles.] But I guess it's normal, if you can do these kinds of things.

[He smirks]

I'm ready.

[worldofourown]

~Weird?

[He chuckles a little.]

Oh, you have no idea...

[Casually, imperceptibly, he bolts the door, before turning to face Alois. His gaze has taken on a decidedly feral gleam.]

~Now then. Observe.

[He raises his right arm, which abruptly enlarges into a greenish scaly claw. A red spike of crystallized blood squeezes out.]

[Lifting the arm, Karl lets the red spike fly. It hits the roof with a loud crash, shattering to a million pieces. Beautiful blood-fragments glitter through the air, like a shower of red fairydust.]

[ronderotarel]

[Alois' scream could probably be heard from miles away if it weren't for those shattering sounds. He dives to the ground and covers his head with his arms. He's seen Karl's arm, and it terrifies him.]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING! [He's beyond being hysterical.]

[worldofourown]

[Ah, the screaming~ Music to his ears. Grinning savagely, Karl grabs Alois by the scruff of his neck. He hoists him up at eye-level, inches away from his long bared fangs.]

What's wrong, my young lord? Is the lesson too complicated for you?

[He can taste the delicious buzz of Alois terror. Hear the frantic drumbeat of his blood. Oh, he can almost taste it slicking his tongue. Licking his lips, he leans in for the first bite.]

[OOC: Shall he bite him, or should Alois like to escape? Once Karl latches on, he doesn't let go xD]

[ronderotarel]

[Alois feels like he's about to throw up. He finds himself at eye level with Karl, and he tries not to think about that disgusting arm that's keeping him in place.

Almost out of habit, one name escapes his lips.] C-Claude--

[OOC: He can bite him because somebody is supposed to come over and save him by fighting with Karl, if you're up to playing that!]

[worldofourown]

['Claude?' Who is that? Karl dismisses it as hysterical babbling. Smiling, he opens his mouth against Alois' throat. Children have such fine skin. Like biting into a soft peach. His fangs pierce effortlessly through the boy's flesh. And instantly, a hot couldron of blood fills his mouth.]

Hmmm.

[The boys tastes like candy-apples and sweet rancid terror. Eyes slipping shut, Karl savors the taste.]

[OOC: Sure! xD Who'll Karl's mystery opponent be?]

[ronderotarel]

[He feels like drowning. He's trembling so much his body has gone numb. Then the fangs pierce his skin and he cannot breathe anymore. He's struggling uselessly, closing his eyes. He tries to scream but he's too scared to even do that.]

[OOC: Heh they'll post in a little bit. I'll add them to the log tags XD.]

[worldofourown]

[He can feel the child's muscles slackening. Sense the sweet aura of his capitulation. Wonderful. Smiling around a mouthful of blood, Karl digs his fangs in deeper. It's been so long since he's had live prey.]

[OOC: If it's a certain Butler, poor Karl is dead!dead! xD]

[nohometown]

[He'd seen the earlier post Karl had made from the underground. He'd almost considered responding--he'd found the man's technique needlessly messy. Yet the sight, and the thought of the monsters, had intrigued him. He had explored all the city, but hadn't yet done the same in the underground.

He has a great deal of experience with monsters, and the thought that there might be some danger to the public hiding below ground is enough to draw him near.

Happening to pass near this building, his heightened senses pick up on the sounds of a struggle, a familiar voice... He does not so much travel into the building as appear within it, teleporting to the scene. His sword appears in his hand at the sight of the blood. He recognizes both Alois and the man from the earlier transmission, and it's not too difficult for the general to determine what's happening here.]

Release him.

OMG! Sephie! xD

[worldofourown]

Wha...?

[Withdrawing his fangs from Alois' neck, Karl turns. He didn't hear the intruder come in, which is odd. His keen senses don't miss much. But he's not afraid yet. Merely annoyed at being interrupted.]

And who, exactly, are you?

[ronderotarel]

[Alois takes in a huge breath once his throat is freed. He coughs, and tries to push himself away from the vampire. He recognizes Sephiroth's voice without looking up, and is so relieved he starts crying. He feels like a stupid child, but he doesn't really care as long as he can get the hell out of here.]

[worldofourown]

[Irritated, Karl gives Alois a good hard shake. He's starting to piece things together. To wonder if this stranger followed the boy, or if the boy had told him to stand by, in case of danger.]

Stay still.

[Scowling, he faces Sepiroth fully.]

This isn't your concern. Leave.

Why hello there! :3

[nohometown]

[He could have gone a step further and attacked at once (dangerous monsters should be killed), but in this place, with its great variety of inhabitants, he was willing to give a chance to the attacker, however small it was.

Sephiroth has seen this man, or whatever he is, fight already. He knows more about Karl than Karl does about him. His eyes glow in the building's dim interior, his pupils slits. He doesn't introduce himself. He speaks very calmly, his voice cold. If Karl makes another aggressive move, he'll strike.]

I don't allow monsters to attack children.

I won't ask again.

[ronderotarel]

[And now he's downright crying, because he's come here to do butterfly patterns and now he finds himself in the middle of this. He does trust Sephiroth, but he's still too close to Karl to feel safe.]

Oh Karl Ruuuun!...But he won't. Yet xD

[worldofourown]

Tch.

[Who does this person think he is? Karl considers using Alois as hostage, but decides against it. The whiny little boy isn't worth such trouble. On the other hand, a hand-to-hand fight? With much larger prey? That promises to be far more interesting.]

[Unceremoniously, he lets Alois drop. From his other hand, a red spike emerges. Glowering, he aims it at Sephiroth.]

I'll teach you to get in my way!

[Saying so, he fires the spike.]

[OOC: Beat him up a little. But let him escape. He needs to learn a thing or two about discretion in the City xD]

[nohometown]

[Karl's lucky he let Alois go, or Sephiroth would have incinerated him, or sliced him in two, if he'd felt the danger to Alois' life was immediate.

A projectile attack--easy enough to dodge. He's never been struck in battle, not even when under the most heavy fire.

Suddenly, he's not where he was an instant ago, but in striking distance of Karl, his long sword swinging to drive the man back, away from Alois. The sword glows faintly blue.]

Will you?


[[OOC: sounds good to me!]]

[ronderotarel]

[The moment Alois gets released, he backs up in a corner. He'd rather walk straight out of the building, but his legs don't support him. The shattered glass covers the floor, so he cannot even try to slide his way out. He simply curls up and waits, wishing that Claude were here with him.]

DW is giving me issues Dx

[worldofourown]

[Karl ignores Alois as he scurries away. A small loss, all things considered. His attention is focused on the glowing sword Sephiroth is pointing at him. This man's whole aura makes his hackles rise. He's too fast. Possibly...not human. His eyes narrow.]

Who...?

What are you?

Me too, it's okay!

[nohometown]

[The man pauses, and Sephiroth takes the opportunity to cast a brief healing spell. He doesn't need to glance in Alois' direction. He's aware of where he is, used to casting restorative magic in the midst of battle. The other's safety is his first concern. Now he's standing between Karl and Alois.]

I'm a SOLDIER.

[That's true enough, and it's all the information he feels the need to impart. His sword stills, but his air of readiness makes it clear that that's a temporary state.]

Limit your predation to the monsters. I won't allow this, and neither will the others here.

[worldofourown]

[If there's one thing Karl can't stand, it's being told what to do. Eyes narrowed, he takes Sephiroth in, steely demeanor and surreal weapon and all. Does he want to risk fighting with this...inhuman opponent?]

[His lips curve. Oh, yes. He does.]

I already told you. This ...

[Eye-blink fast, he swipes at Sephiroth with his claw.]

...Is not your concern!

[OOC: Let the ass-whupping begin x3]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth has had enough.

He dodges the claw, moving far more quickly now, then swings his sword, and as he does, the pale bluish light takes on a form of its own as a beam of energy, cutting through the air like a secondary weapon, and Karl had better move quickly if he doesn't want to get cut by the metal blade or the slicing beam of light.]

[worldofourown]

[He watches the sword flash for him, and evades-- but not fast enough. The mad energy radiating off the weapon hits him like a physical force.]

Ugh...!

[He smells singed flesh and coppery blood. His own. Clutching his injured arm, Karl backs away warily. As a Chevalier, he can endure extreme physical punishment. His reaction is more outraged than pained.]

Bastard! How dare you spoil my fun!?

[Lifting his uninjured arm, he lets a barrage of red spikes fly. They zigzag through the air like deadly whistling arrows. But it is simply a ruse. Something to distract Sephiroth.]

[He needs to find a way out of here.]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth again dodges the projectiles, and this time attacks with a fire spell, which sweeps through the arrows in a short burst.

He's not particularly interested in banter, just as he's not interested in committing murder here, so the attacks are aimed to harm rather than kill--so far.]

That's of no interest to me.

[And his sword swings again. His own expression is impassive, but his actions are not. This man is sloppy, and seemingly mad. He's had enough of madmen.]

[worldofourown]

[Karl is entirely unprepared--both for the inexplicable fire-flash that disintegrates his spikes, and for Sephiroth's sudden sword-swing.]

Wha- ?

[It's all he manages before that oversized blade bites into his torso. Blood splatters. Karl snarls aloud in anger and pain. Reeling, he staggers backward. His eyes dart frantically for an escape route.]

[There. A boarded-up window.]

[With his last burst of strength, he fires another row of spikes. They whoosh through the air, helter-skelter. At the same time, Karl lunges for the window. He can just make it!]

[nohometown]

[Another round of dodging spikes, and they're more erratic this time, but he could make it past them and pursue, press his advantage.

For a moment, Sephiroth considers it. He could likely kill him, unless the man has more strength that he's not showing--not that he isn't very strong, far more so than any ordinary human--but he reminds himself, he doesn't want to kill or make enemies here.

He'd primarily wanted to defeat him and prevent Alois from getting himself killed. He doesn't drop his guard, but he doesn't move in for another blow. Let Karl know he was allowed to escape. He didn't win his own escape.]

*I'll get you next time, Gadgeeeeet* xD

[worldofourown]

[No further attacks? Surprised as he is, Karl presses his advantage. Throwing one hateful glare over his shoulder, he swoops at eye-blink speed for the window. With a loud crash of splintering wood, he breaks through it. The cool night air rushes to greet him. In another heartbeat, he's outside.]

[Free.]

[Disoriented as he is, he can't supress the mad laugh rolling out. The sound trails eerily after him, echoing across the empty streets, as he melts into the gloom.]

[ronderotarel]

[Alois is very relieved once Sephiroth's healing spell starts working. At least now he can talk without choking on his own blood.

It's only when Karl is well out of sight that he finally takes a deep breath and calms down a little bit.]

Thank you.

[His voice is a shaky whisper. He'd like to say much more than that, to thank Sephiroth a hundred times, but he can't. He's still on the verge of a hysterical breakdown, and all he can do is cry harder.]

[nohometown]

[Maybe he should have killed him, but no... He's not the proper authority here. Perhaps if there are more problems with him in future.]

You're welcome.

[He's not a particularly comforting man, but he's not unsympathetic. He crouches down, putting himself at Alois' level.]

You said you have a home here. I'll take you there.

[ronderotarel]

Alright.

[He's crying and doesn't know what else to say. He wants to repeat "thank you", but he can't bring himself to speak.

Instinctively, he leans forward and wraps his arms around Sephiroth's neck; tightly enough to make it seem as if he were trying to strangle him.
He's always been very touchy-feely. Back home he hugged all sorts of things. Tea cans, bird cages, trunks, strangers-- yet he feels Sephiroth deserves to be hugged a little more than all those other things did.]