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Post by Felix on May 28, 2015 0:13:53 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| | Felix trots around Twilight town, he had just finished sizing his robs to make sure they fit well over his cloths. He was happy to be rid of it for now. He hated that damn thing, why should he have to wear it at all. It was such a dry dress code they had. But he would have to live with it. Its not like he had anywhere else he could go. His only real friend being Xander, and the face they give him a place to run to if he gets caught "red" handed.
Snickering at his own mental joke Felix walks over to a bench in a back ally. He was feeling peckish, maybe he would mind a good meal. Xander told him to just eat dusts for weak heartless, but they have no flavor, or good bones to crunch through.
Feeling his Crimson fairy pet bite at his neck he tilts his head for it. Not like it hurt, he tended to just make it easier to Red, that was its name. He already had a hard enough time with how fast his body regenerates.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on May 28, 2015 1:37:34 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail rubbed the dust and grit out of his eyes. That punk had thrown dirt in his face when Mikhail caught him stealing. Well. A lot of good it had done him. Now the kid was sitting in some official's stone-cold office and Mikhail was finished with a long day of work. Golden twilight spilled though the streets. It was easy to lose track of the rhythm of life in Twilight Town, but Mikhail had been here on patrol long enough to feel the city slowing down. Winding down. It was almost dinner hour. Dangit. Pausing halfway down a back alley, Mikhail pulled out his water flask and splashed his face with one cupped hand. Finally. Delinquent kid... Some kind of stone had worked its' way into his boot. He knelt down and slipped the boot off, shaking out the stone. Glancing up, water still in his eyes, Mikhail saw a green blur. What is that? He drew his sleeve across his eyes and looked again. A stranger was making his way toward a bench set against the alley wall. Something about him was... strange. Mikhail couldn't put his finger on it. Watching him quietly, the keyblader kept still for a moment. Something about his eyes gave Mikhail an eerie feeling... Moving smoothly, Mikhail pulled on his boot and started to lace it up. Only then did he acknowledge the strange newcomer. "Lovely evening."Felix### hope there's enough to work with MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on May 28, 2015 18:09:00 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| | Glancing over Felix sees a man standing in the ally as well that he didn't notice before. Interesting, maybe he would be able to get a quick meal before heading back to the Castle. But as he looks at the man he gets the feeling that he would put up quite the fight first. That could be fun, but not normally what Felix wants most out of a meal.
Then he speaks which makes Felix chuckle a bit. Most people dont bother with making first contact with him. They are to scared to come close let alone talk. Maybe it was because this man was confident in his strength.
He might as well respond, that is the kind thing to do isn't it. Though Felix isn't the kind type of person he tends to at least try and put up a facade.
Nodding he looks over and turns to face the man more fully. His Black and Red eyes standing out in his slightly deformed body while his red fairy keeps going at his neck. "I suppose."
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 1, 2015 1:10:29 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain The Nobody turned: now Mikhail could see Felix's features. The boy felt his muscles tense. Something cold seemed to crawl down his spine. Red and black eyes. Pale skin. Shackles on the wrists: chains clattering and jingling. Everything about Felix was twisted, distorted. Mikhail heard a faint chuckle. "I suppose."Who - or what - was this person? Some escaped criminal? Mikhail finished lacing up his boot, then stood up. Not quickly. Not as though anything were wrong. Even as he kept his expression relaxed, but the keyblader prepared for an attack. Something was very, very wrong with this.... creature. He couldn't just leave. He had to find out more, if he could. And eliminate a threat if he had to. It was no good acting as though nothing here was strange. Mikhail strolled over to a nearby crate and sat down, moving like he was tired and footsore. He leaned back against the wall. Nodded toward the shackles on Felix's wrists. "Can't find a file?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on Jun 2, 2015 0:20:13 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| | Felix notes the tensing of this others arms and legs, getting ready to fight, or take flight. He sometimes forgot what kind of effect his appearance can have on people. His deformities, the shackles, the smell of blood that always clings to him. It is not a real surprise that he feels worried. But he keeps what ever he is feeling off his face well. Maybe he should eat him, see if he can get a reaction that from pretty face. It would be a treat.
For now why dont we see if we can get a reaction out of him without turning him into Felix's next meal. He wasn't so hungry yet that he would have to eat him for fear of running wild. But he could feel the deep gluttonous feeling rising in the pit of his stomach. He could stave it off for now, but not forever.
Holding up one of his shackled arms to the light, he takes a look. "You dont think they show off my eyes?" He gives the other a distorted smile. Biting the inside of his cheek making blood come forth, making the smell even stronger.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 2, 2015 0:41:04 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain The stranger raises a shackled wrist, peering at it. "You don't think they show off my eyes?" Mikhail gazed at him, unsmiling as Felix's mouth spreads, curling. Well. It has a sense of humor. Mikhail kept himself from recoiling as Felix bit down on the inside of his cheek and the metallic, sickly-sweet smell of blood wafted through the alley. Mikhail cocked his head a little to one side, expression as cold and apathetic as ever. "Hm. Some forgo comfort for fashion, but that's taking things a little far, don't you think?"
Folding his arms and assuming an air of weariness, Mikhail nodded at his new adversary. The odds were strong that Mikhail would have to summon Oathkeeper and take this person into custody... but he needed to find out more about him first. He needed to make sure he understood what was going on... "I know someone who's a pretty hand at picking a lock. What do you say? I can introduce you.... It won't cost you too much..." Mikhail's put on a good show. He wasn't a keyblader... just a crooked kid looking for another deal. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on Jun 2, 2015 17:54:24 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| | Isn't this an interesting sight, Felix thinks to himself. A nobody faking emotions, and a somebody faking a lack of emotions. The both had facades up, but a good question was why this other person was putting his up. Felix may be able to see through his indifference, but that was natural, his almost predatorial instincts. But what he did not know is why, and it was eating away at him. The curse of curiosity that all nobodies seem to bare was shining through.
"They would have quite the job ahead of them" Felix forces a chuckle, trying to sound light hearted but in the end it sounded more like a demonic gurgle. Maybe he should start practicing like he sees Xander do more often. Coughing, trying to draw attention away from that blunder of his, he looks up at this enigma that was so interesting.
"They name if Felix by the way." He raises his scared and slightly deformed hand. Felix wasn't sure if this man would take his hand, but if he did. Oh the fun just might start sooner rather then later.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 3, 2015 12:09:45 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain
"They would have quite the job ahead of them." The creature chuckled. That laugh was the most mirthless sound Mikhail had ever heard. The stranger seemed to know his charade wasn't reassuring: the gurgle changed to a cough. "The name is Felix by the way." Felix. He extended his hand. It was criss-crossed with scars, deformed. "Mikhail. Pleasure." Mikhail smiled, an amiable smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. That didn't matter. Felix already knew there was no friendship here. Just business. "My friend is skilled. I don't know what you did to win such pretty shackles, but, aren't you a little tired of them by now? What do you say."
Both they keyblader and the cannibal were almost within striking distance. Felix stood with his hand extend. Mikhail simply stared. One hand on his knee. The other relaxed and open, ready to wield Oathkeeper at any moment. The alley was still. A few clattering shutters and distant footsteps broke the quiet. Blank windows gazed out on the scene like dead eyes. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on Jun 4, 2015 2:47:23 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger the naws at the pit of my stomach
| | Sadly Mikhail didn't take his hand but Felix wasn't heart broken over it. He didn't even have a heart to break. He was simply a deranged soul puppeteering around a shell. But even that felt like a stretch some times. Some days he felt like his evil soul melding with this body was what caused this regeneration to become imperfect at times. The monster that he was trying so hard to shine out physically.
Taking his hand back he nods at the Mikhail's guess. "Well I imagine I got them in the most colourful of ways. I don't quite remember why." Felix laughs, this time without trying to hold back the unnatural sound that came with it. But it sounded dry and emotionless. Feeling his stomach rumble loudly, enough for even Mikhail to head, he lets his thumb glide across his lips before he opens his mouth and chomps down on his thumb, the crunch resounding.
"Don't mind me, I am starting to get quite hungry." He feels tugging and writhing as Red tries to wriggle out from under his flesh, having smelled the fresh blood. From the outside it just looks like his tonic has a small critter under it. But as Red moves above the collar line of the green garb that Felix wears you can see the skin itself rippling up, small tears forming, then healing over.
Felix tilts his head to the side stretching the skin as Red manages to chew his way out through the skin causing a small splatter that lands at the feet of Mikhail. Rising out of his flesh Little read slowly comes forth, a currently small crimson glowing fairy. Lightly and gracefully Red floats up to Felix's hand that is held up and it starts to drink up the dripping blood.
Looking closer you can see that the tissue and bones have started to regrow at an alarming rate. Slowly the thumb reforms, crawling up to its original size. Lowering his hand once more he looks at Mikhail, his eyes starting to look crazier and crazier.
"I am so, so hungry." lifting up his other hand he firmly places it in his jaw. As you watch he pulls down, you hear a soft clicking sound as his jaw breaks, the skin of his cheeks tear. "Care to be dinner?" Its hard for Felix to talk but he manages to put out this four simple words.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 4, 2015 9:13:31 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain
"Well I imagine I got them in the most colorful of ways. I don't quite remember why." Felix laughed. Then raised his hand and bit down on his own thumb.
Of all the sick things Mikhail had seen, this was the worst. He watched, shock and disgust on his face, as Felix bit down. Crunchings and other sickening sounds made his flesh creep, his stomach clench. "Don't mind me, I am starting to get quite hungry." Spattt. Little dribbles of blood sprayed the ground as the fairy burst from its' master's neck, from its' host.
All Mikhail could do was watch in a kind of horrified fascination as Felix ate, bones cracking, jaw popping. He watched skin re-stich and bones reconstruct, growing back. Mikhail had never seen anything like this before. What was this... monster? "I am so, so hungry." Felix started on his other hand. Tearing skin. Jaw cracking. Oh it wasn't hard to guess why those shackles bound him. Mikhail recoiled at the speculations which flashed through his mind.
"Care to be dinner?"
Icy cold horror. Evil so blatant and diseased it made you nauseated. This vilian had to be locked away. Kept behind iron bars. Who knew how many victims Felix had taken? In a flash, Oathkeeper appeared in Mikhail's hand, pure and resplendent in the sunset light. With weapon smooth and hard against his palm, Mikhail felt a renewed fortitude. He stood.
"You're coming with me." His voice was quiet. Deathly quiet, and inexorable.
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Post by Felix on Jun 6, 2015 22:22:10 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger the naws at the pit of my stomach
| | Felix turned his head violently to the side, the sound of it cracking bouncing off the walls as he gazed at the blade in his hand. A Keyblade his mind hisses, he knew of these things. He hated them with every fiber of his being. This meal just kept getting better and better for felix!
Flexing his muscles as water starts to form around his hands, crating the rough form of claws around his hands. He tilts his head back and laughs. "You shouldn't have done that." His voice is but a whisper but it feels like it holds power, determination, and hatred. But more importantly it held something else in it, something that Felix carried with him always, he sounded hungry.
Felix lunges forward aiming for Mikhail's neck, his teeth opened wide, his dripping claws at the forefront.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 12, 2015 20:10:15 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Crack! Felix jerked his head. Mikhail could see the hatred, the violent gut-wrenching hatred, flicker in his eyes. Taking a step back, he got ready for a fight. Suddenly, something clear and fluid began to glisten around the creatures' hands. Water. Water curling, hardening, forming jagged claws on pale fingertips. "You shouldn't have done that." That whisper. So cold. So menacing. So... hungry. Mikhail pulled Oathkeeper back for a stroke as Felix cackled: if he could just flick it up to this throat, cut him across the chest, slice into his knees, incapacitate him. This fight would be over before it began. Quick as thought, Felix lunged forward, mouth open, claws groping, reaching. Mikhail swung his blade, cool and calm. Just a well-placed stroke and this could be over as quickly as it started and Felix's shackles would hold him to a prison cell wall. Then he saw them. A few kids, standing in the mouth of a side-street close-by, wide-eyed. Swearing, Mikhail snapped, "Get out! Get out of here now!" Just a split-second distraction. Just a split second of looking away. But it was enough to give Felix a little opening. A very little opening. Moving quick, Felix could make good use of it. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Felix on Jun 12, 2015 23:05:08 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger the naws at the pit of my stomach
| | He saw Mikhail's sword rise, it would easily be able to strike at him, and cut him. likely around his neck or cheek. Never the matter he would heal if that was what was needed as he feasted on his corpse. But as he started to close in on Mikhail the sound of children struck Felix's ears. No mater, he would track them down when he was done.
But it mattered to Mikhail, and that was his mistake. He turned, fear for these kids in his eyes. His arm was the perfect target, the one holding his damned Keyblade. With his hand out stretched, he grips Mikhail's wrist and bites down.
But there was something he forgot, when he breaks his jaw like that, he doesnt have as much strength in his chomp. Frustrated he bites down as much as he can, but only barely breaks the skin. In mock anger, he twists with his hands, snapping the distracted fools wrist and jumping back in retreat.
He had made a mistake trying to scare Mikhail with his jaw. He had started doing that so that he could take care of skulls easier, it was not meant for combat. As he stands back he slams a fist into his jaw breaking it back into place. It would take some time to re heal. but that was okay. He liked to play with his food.
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Jun 14, 2015 10:22:51 GMT
ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Mikhail felt Felix's hand close on his arm. Felt the cannibal bite down with broken jaw out of joint. Eyes dark with revulsion and horror, Mikhail shot out his other hand to strike Felix just as the monster started to twist... SNAP. Mikhail gasped. Pain burned through his arm, hot like melted lead. His hand cocked at a strange angle: the wrist bone was almost completely broken in two. Oathkeeper slipped from his fingers. Clattered down. Mikhail drew back and pressed his injured arm against his chest, gasping again from the pain. This fight was shot with a different shade of terror than Mikhail had ever felt before. If he lost.... Felix backed away from the keyblader, from his next meal, and slammed his jaw into place. CRACK. Now, it would be a fight against this cannibal with a useless sword-hand. Leaving? Out of the question. Felix had to be stopped. Mikhail had to figure something out. He had to try. The sound of clattering footsteps receded and grew faint. Good. The children were gone. Out of harms' way. Moving fast, Mikhail swooped to pick up Oathkeeper with his sound arm, muttering a spell as he stepped toward the glinting blade. A cloud of darkness began to swirl around him, gathering and spreading like a storm. Soon, the Keyblader was hidden in the ink-like spiral. Chances were, Felix would find him by smell, by hearing. But Mik needed every advantage he could get. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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