Poor lil bugger was out of shape. Due partly to mental fog, Theo was in no rush, so it all worked out fine in the end. Even if Ziggy double hated her life for most of the walk. On top of being tortured physically she was forced to suffer Theo’s constant pointing out of buildings and attempting at recalling them… Which was half as annoying as being basically forced into a secretary position. Regardless, if they ever got to the bottom of it, they would find that Theo’s pockets were deep, and his generosity could be most profitable. Sooner than later they approached the vein he sought to tap. Even as the pink haired femme lit up a cigarette, Theo approached the laeline and metamorphed while speaking all too calmly.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
“Alright Missy… My plan is going to seem brash, but I’m going to need you to trust me… Just, whatever you do- don’t touch me while I’m touching it.”​</div><br/>The very surface of his being would suddenly shudder and snake chaotically across his vessel. What was physical turned to liquid shadow all too suddenly while reshaping his very form. Where the stark haired youth once stood, a six foot humanoid muscular form occupied his position. From the dangerous claws to the horns jutting from the crown of his avian skull, this monster looked all too foreign. Red orbs peered over that elongated beak like snout.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FhDSDZ7z.png&amp;hash=fb1556ec7d2c0ee146f5fc6b96d05548" title="hDSDZ7z.png">
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</div></div><br/><br/>Theo would muster the entirety of his unnatural fortitude before diving through the veil of reality into the very body of the Vein. Instantly bright green light would permeate the flesh lands, reaching out from the virtual hole that was just punched through space. More specifically, the vampire’s vessel would light up a eerie violet as mana flooded his metaphysical vascular system. No more than ten seconds passed before the intensity of the flow forced snakes of electricity to reach out and crackle over that raven surface. Within thirty seconds, what could only be described as almost clear pink flames were tearing up the pavement beneath the scene while smoldering the air around Theo. By fourty five seconds, his feet would physically lift off the ground while he snapped claws to the air to grab hold of the laeline. More green cut through the purple distorting the colors that illuminated the docks while a sound not unlike a taser suddenly cut through the air. The intensity of screaming electricity would rise steadily. The difference in the two pools suddenly merged was causing a vacuum effect of sorts. That of which was trying to physically pull Theo’s essence into the vein… More than likely shredding his physicality in the process. On the fifty ninth second the monster would managed to disconnect his skull from the source. In the process of ripping his face from the laeline, his body would be ejected from the jettison of excess mana.<br/><br/><br/>An unlucky dumpster was caught between the vampire and the first wall of a nearby brick and mortar abandoned warehouse. The sound of a body breaking against metal was quickly squelched by metal with incredibly high structural integrity crumpling in on itself all too suddenly. Which was dwarfed by a proverbial explosion that would occur when the entire mess crashed clean through the warehouse, in one wall, and out through the other. Wrapped backwards over the crumpled remains of the dumpster bin atop a pile of rubble one could find what could be described as a smoldering desiccated corpse… The smoke was a vile deep purple that was all but black in tone. Aside from dust, smoke, and residual manifest mana in the air you could cut the tension with a knife.<br/><br/><br/>Ziggy would have plenty of time to examine the scene in the wake of the chaos… She probably had more questions than curses, in the end. Where as the unnatural (even for a vampire) regenerative factor of Count Graves wouldn’t kick in for a solid few minutes… In the mean time, it would be nearly impossible to discern how much life was inside that vessel with so much static in the air.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="809" data-username="@Obscene" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/809/">@Obscene</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="6446" data-username="@Salaciousalpha" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6446/">@Salaciousalpha</a>