Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)
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				Title: <strong>Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 19:02:59</strong>
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				Rache brushed his dark hair out of his face, glancing up and down the dimly lit street before hoisting his burden back onto his wiry shoulders.&nbsp; Second Friday - business as usual.&nbsp; He made a lurching run across the street - hoping that no one would step out of the dingy buildings.&nbsp; There would be no way to explain the limp form, and the fact that he was heading <em>away</em> from the nearest hospital.<br><br>In the relative safety of the alley, he took a moment to breathe.&nbsp; Any other day, he wouldn't have bothered carrying the guy this far.&nbsp; He would have disposed of any evidence as close to the scene as possible.&nbsp; Unfortunately, if there were too many disappearances in one area, the cops started looking into it.&nbsp; That would be when Rache would lose his 'edge' - either that or he'd have to set up a new meeting place.<br><br>He made his way further into the alley, picking his way around the garbage cans and even less savory obstacles.&nbsp; He didn't speak until he passed the limit of the streetlights, and then it was a whisper.<br><br>"Hey, you here?&nbsp; I got what you wanted."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 05:45:35</strong>
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				<em>I smell two of them, Rache and one other</em> <br><br>It was exactly what Rimmael was expecting. All his dealings with Rache had been very straightforward and he felt that the man was as trustworthy as they came. Everyone could be bought for a price though and he was certain there was someone out there that could offer enough to convince Rache to take Rimmael's head off his shoulders. <br><br>Things seemed normal. Rimmael crawled down the wall from the roof of the filthy abandoned liquor store he had been waiting. Even in his bipedal form, clad head to tow in skin tight leather, he could crawl over vertical surfaces. Finally seeing Rache he sprung off the building into the ally before him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Do you always have to beat them so badly?” Rimmael looked over the unconscious body slumped near Rache's feet. Rimmael at least could tell the hardened biker at least tried to bring him someone who would pleasing to look at while he lasted even if the right was rough.<br><br>“He will do. Maybe you could simply drug the next one, it might even save you time.” Rimmael was quite muscular for one to small of build and his outfit showed off his shape quite well as he walked to the spot he had stashed his divining tools. <br><br>He pulled out a curved lense of polished obsidian, it was in it's smoky reflection he would see his answer, but not until he had filled it with the proper liquid and sent his mind out to seek the knowledge&nbsp; he required.&nbsp; <br><br>“What is it you want to know?” Rimmael looked up at Rache. He was always curious why the specific questions Rache wanted were so important but despite finding the violent man interesting there seemed to be an unspoken agreement not to get into each others business.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 08:33:47</strong>
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				"Yeah, well, he's not the type that's gonna wanna shoot up with you.&nbsp; He'd rather shoot you up, if ya know what I mean," Rache said, heaving the body off his shoulder and then making a firing motion with his thumb and index finger.&nbsp; "You're lucky that he's still breathing at all."&nbsp; Rache didn't know what Rimmael did with the people he brought, but then again, they weren't people that he cared about.<br><br>"I suppose I could drag in a wino or somethin'.&nbsp; Maybe scope out the junkies."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "I been tryin' to make sure they ain't too messed up."<br><br>He couldn't help watching the lithe, dark-skinned man as he walked around the narrow alley.&nbsp; He couldn't picture Rimmael in a fight - not with that build.&nbsp; Rimmael looked like his arm would break with a rough twist, which was another reason he always made sure that his 'offerings' were well and truly 'out' before he brought them along.<br><br>"There's a meeting Sunday night.&nbsp; Supposed to be one-on-one.&nbsp; How many people are really gonna show up."
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 09:41:09</strong>
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				"He is acceptable. I notice you never seem to lack enemies to sacrifice to me." Rimmael lived alone with the exception of those he victimized, and they never lasted long. He wasn't going to ask Rache to give him personal information but he didn't mind opening the door for Rache to talk to him if he wished to.<br><br>"No old junkies though, years of heavy drug use poisons their systems." &nbsp;He spoke so calmly and almost dreamily. If rache brought him a tweaked out speed addict Rimmael would simply refuse. <br><br>Rimmael removed one of his gloves and reached into his sack pulling out a live rodent it was covered helpless in a mass of sticky white thread, it struggled and screeched as Rimmael held it and threw it on top of his scrying mirror. Rache didn't know that it was a special oil Rimmael's skin created that made him able to handle his own webbing without ever sticking to it. Then again Rache didn't know Rimmael could even create webbing.<br><br>Rimmael held a dagger high in the air after pulling out a vial of some sickly green ichor. It was nothing Rache hadn't seen before the feeling of some energy came off Rimmael and made the hairs on the back of Rache's neck stand up. When Rimmael poured the green liquid over the rodent it's screams became unnatural sounding. Like it wasn't even the vermin making the noise. Finally in a frenzy of syllabic chanting Rimmael disemboweled the creature and picked through it's innards. <br><br>He noticed one of the people he was seeing looked much like Rache. Rimmael assumed that Rache must be asking about the security of a one on one meeting he arranged. Unfortunately it wasn't much of a gentleman's agreement since he saw others hiding just out of Rache's sight. <br><br>"The meeting was to be between two men but the smaller of the two has a backup plan. Under his shirt is a small speaker so 4 snipers he has watching him will know if they need to act. The gunmen are in two groups of two, one group on the roof of a building to the right, and another to the left..." &nbsp;He didn't know what conditions the gunmen were supposed to fire under or who they were, only that they were going to be there there and they would be listening.&nbsp; <br><br>The small dark elf put on his glove once more. His kind were very secretive and many believed they were a myth. He however was more then a dark elf he was a Drider. Something both more and less then his Dark Elf peers. He had to stay away from everyone as both surfacers and his old kin would hunt him if they could. <br><br>"Now is there anything else you wish of me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 16:31:41</strong>
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				"'S why I stay offa the stuff," Rache replied.&nbsp; "Y'gotta stay on top of yer game or else you don't last long on the street."&nbsp; In his constricted world there were two types of street people:&nbsp; The ones that were drowning in the swamp of drugs, alcohol, or insanity, and the ones that clawed their way to the surface.<br><br>Rache intended to stay above water.&nbsp; That was why he asked Rimmael the questions he did.&nbsp; He'd suspected that Kevin was going to try something, and now he knew what.&nbsp; He knew what he was going to do about it, too - if the speaker couldn't transmit, the signal couldn't be given.<br><br>"That'll do it," Rache said, stretching.&nbsp; "Same time next month?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 11:52:37</strong>
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				"Do what you must do to stay on top. I do what I must to stay alive. The sacrifices you bring me keep me company until I consume them. All who see my home must die, so I will always live alone." Rimmael's voice was hard to get emotion from, often it seemed like he was delivering a morbid riddle rather then actually trying to communicate.<br><br>He had never spoke of his life to Rache in the past and doubted he even cared to know. Rimmael was tired of living in a cave covered in his on webbing if he could banter with Rache for a few extra minutes then things might not be so stale.<br><br>"Would you indulge me with answering a question of mine?" Rimmael had his things back in his sack reach to disappear into the night when the time came. <br><br>"You are a feared and powerful man on the streets. You take some risks but always stay in control." The black leather clad man had a mask covering his face but his white hair and red eyes were all the more visible as he stepped in closer to the hard bodied man. "Do you revel in your power over others Rache? Maybe you want to give that burden away to someone on a very personal level. If you ever decide living to be the best is feeling empty I could teach you how fulfilling it can be to live for someone else. Someone you know you can trust because you would do anything they asked. In such a relationship betrayal is impossible....." <br><br>Rimmael had made his invitation far less subtle then he meant to. Unless Rache wanted to say something back, it was clearly time to go.<br><br>"Yes same arrangement next month. If you want to see me beforehand then you will just have to look for me."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 19:10:44</strong>
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				"Eh, it's finding someone you can trust that's the kicker," Rache replied.&nbsp; "If you don't keep swimming, yer gonna sink out there.&nbsp; That, or one of the sharks'll get ya." &nbsp;There was a touch of weariness in his voice - a weight that he avoided showing out in the open.&nbsp; He knew that if any of the other gangs saw less than the confident swagger, that they would set upon him like a pack of rabid dogs.&nbsp; Even the loose group that was vaguely loyal to him only gave that loyalty because they knew Rache could best any one of them.<br><br>Rimmael was different.&nbsp; Rache was pretty sure he could overpower the delicate-looking male, but somehow he'd never felt the urge to prove that.&nbsp; The strange arrangement that they had benefited both of them - and was itself a mutual weakness.&nbsp; Rimmael knew about Rache's activities, but Rache also knew that anyone he gave to Rimmael was never seen alive again.&nbsp; The how of it, he didn't know exactly.&nbsp; He suspected that it had something to do with the divinations that he'd seen - maybe some bigger ritual or something.<br><br>In a twisted way, it <em>was</em> trust, of a sort.<br><br>"Back atcha," Rache said with a half-grin.&nbsp; He'd run off a couple of creeps before for the other man, not even giving them a chance to get a good look at Rimmael before they were picking their teeth up off of the pavement.
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 03:41:32</strong>
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				Listening to Rache's words Rimmael could feel a conflicted emotion behind them. As amusing as it was to wonder what parts of Rache were an act opposed to what was real Rimmael would just have to contend himself with their business together. Rimmael didn't doubt that Rache was a hard-as-nails alpha, he just wondered if there were places where he might not always wish to stay that. Rimmael also knew it could just be his years among the drow thinking for him, the thought that all men desire to submit in some aspect. <br><br>"When you want someone bad enough you stop caring if you can trust them..." Rimmael froze in place. Noises. Smells. Others! He took a few steps back reaching for the small revolver he kept strapped to his thigh, it was his most convenient weapon for his bipedal form. <br><br>Rache was on them however, weather he knew who they were or not he got the message across to stay out of his business. While the two men had been almost flirting with each other just moments before the sight of Rache beating down a large number of other men as if they were made of paper was a grim reminder not to get to close to the other man. Their business was concluded and Rimmael grabbed his payment and dragged the body away winding through the back streets and disappearing into the run down suburbs.<br><br>That was when he was able to remove his clothing, throwing his garments into the same sack that held the divination tools he brought. With a chittering shout his body distended itself. His fingers stretched into horrid strong claws and his lower body became the abdomen of a large spider. In this form he was stronger, faster, and larger, though most of the extra size came from the added mass rather then his actual body growing much. Now he could easily pick up his offering and carry him into the caverns outside the city. Many types of outcasts had claimed sections of the "Undercity" as their own. Rimmael kept his identity and location a secret. He was not aware that he had enemies that knew about him and wanted him dead. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 04:58:50</strong>
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				By the time Rache was done with the men who had intruded on his business, Rimmael was gone.&nbsp; <em>He's got the sense to take cover, at least,</em> he thought.&nbsp; It never occurred to the street tough that the men might have been interested in Rimmael instead.<br><br>As he walked away, he pondered what they'd talked about.&nbsp; With what Rimmael had said, it was obviously dangerous to be around him, but Rache was used to danger.<br><br><em>Not that I'm planning on doing anything crazy like walking into a place I can never leave.</em><br><br>He was still half-thinking about it as he went to the meeting with Kevin.&nbsp; He had an electronic jammer in his jacket pocket, hoping that would prevent the speaker from transmitting to the snipers that he now knew were on the roofs.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 01:38:49</strong>
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				He awoke with blurred vision and a horrible headache. Harvey had been caught by Rache selling his personal information to rivals. He remembered Rache beating him down but what is this place? Why was he naked? What was this sticky shit on his back?<br><br>He tried he pull himself up off the ground but he was stuck there real good. As his vision became clear and adjusted to the dim light he began to realize what he was stuck on. It was a web.... He was being held in the air by a spiders web bigger then a house!<br><br>In a panic he started thrashing about trying to break himself free but his movements only got him further entangled,and even worst for him the vibrations told Rimmael his guest had awoken.<br><br>"A...alright Rache. You win." Harvey forced a nervous laugh. "I will do whatever it is you want I swear! I get it, you are top dog. I.....I won't even speak to anyone else again....just let me out of here. I'll do anything!"<br><br>Harvey was beaten, trapped, and fully helpless. He heard a deep male voice speak, his words carried a thick exotic accent that Harvey would have thought to be Slavic or eastern European.<br><br>"Rache is not here, he gave you to me to care for.." Rimmael could easily see his prisoner but Harvey's human eyes couldn't make out Rmmael even though he was but 20 feet from him.<br><br>Harvey spoke, making Rimmael any empty offer he thought would interest him.<br><br>"Enough, you are mine now and there is nothing you can do but accept it. I hope you are a better lover then a fighter. I am very hungry."<br><br>Rimmael stood over Harvey's shivering body. The drider's captive screamed even as Rimmael lowered his head and sucked on Harvey's manhood. The testosterone laden man grew hard in Rimmael's mouth. Soon he would feel the arachnid's fangs sink into his meat and his cries or terror would also be filled with pain.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:12:50</strong>
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				Rache's attentions were quite firmly on his dealings with Kevin.&nbsp; The other man hadn't given any sign that anything was amiss - not until the meeting was almost concluded.&nbsp; Money had changed hands, and Rache had stood up with his usual cocky grin.&nbsp; That was when Kevin started fumbling in his pockets.&nbsp; It wasn't unusual in itself - the man was typically nervous, and that was only one of his particular tells - but his expression slowly changed to one of concern as the night remained silent.<br><br>Suddenly, Rache leaped forward, pressing a switchblade against Kevin's throat.&nbsp; "It ain't gonna work, Kev.&nbsp; They didn't hear you before, and if they try anything now, you'll be dead before me.&nbsp; Now, you and me are gonna walk outta here, all buddy-buddy.&nbsp; Anyone tries anything, you're dead.&nbsp; You try anything, you're dead.&nbsp; Got it?"<br><br>Kevin got it.<br><br>Hours later, Rache was sitting in an alley, leaning up against a graffiti-ed brownstone.&nbsp; The adrenaline was still running fast through his system.&nbsp; If it hadn't been for Rimmael's warning, he would have been a smear on the dock.&nbsp; He'd 'won', but it was another near thing.&nbsp; Next time, he might not be so lucky.<br><br>No, it wasn't easy being on top, but he couldn't just walk away from it.&nbsp; He wouldn't know where to go.
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 23:30:37</strong>
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				Rimmael held his captive in his arms from behind and sung softly to him. Rimmael would kill the man in less then a week from his feeding off him and constantly injecting him with a very low quantity of Rimmael's own venom. It was a virulent poison but in the smallest of amounts it was also potent narcotic.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Pholor nindol ves isto d' vaen drasv <br>Nindel Usstan inbalus noamuth ghil - Usstan 'che harl ghil<br>Nindel Usstan sila've natha qos maunech harl ghil<br>Pholor nindol isto d' jal iston wun l' drasv,<br>Gi, vel'bol errdegahr uriu ul'kas uns'aa ghil?"</em><br><br>It was one of the several measures that kept his sacrifices pacified so the drider could not only use them as food but as a temporary vessel for his affection. His lair was not made to sustain human life though, rather then watch them wither, or have them awaken from their stupor enough to resist him, he would let them die of overuse. <br><br>His lair was not even a cave as much as it was a web built over a deep underground chasm. The groundwater flowing beneath the steep cliffs fed a lake that was above ground in the city. His funnel-web that spanned the gap in the chasm was quite hard to access by anyone who couldn't climb walls. It was far safer then a cavern which others would see as a potential home. His webbing was comfortable to him anyway and kept any visitors in place. <br><br>Toying with his "pet" was something that passed the time well. Rimmael always felt better after feeding on someones blood, like any spider he had a liquid diet. Something though snapped Rimmael into alertness. He smelled something on the open air that wreaked of petroleum. Oil probably. It was not rare for him to smell random things on the air but this was particularly close; closer after time passed. <br><br>Harvey barley noticed Rimmael moving away from him deeper into the funnel of his web. He raised his arms trying to draw power. He needed to erect some magical defense in case there was someone after him. No one came to this place just by chance and he so hated fire. <br><br>{Drow song translation: <br><em>On this very night of last year<br>That I had dreamed here - I loved down here<br>That I brought a dread burden down here<br>On this night of all nights in the year,<br>Oh, what demon has called me here?</em><br>~Mostly taken from Ulalame by Edgar Allen Poe}<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 01:56:20</strong>
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				Rache wandered through the city towards his own bolthole.&nbsp; It wasn't much - a run-down tenement, caught in the gray area between condemned and rubble.&nbsp; It was located in an undesirable part of town, not far from the water processing center.&nbsp; While that might seem like an advantage on the surface, it actually meant that Rache had to deal with looking out over the intake area, which was typically covered with a yellow-brown foam.<br><br>All he really used it for was a safe place to sleep, anyways.<br><br>Today, it was even more unpleasant than usual.&nbsp; Today, there were three furtive looking men unloading large barrels of - something rancid.&nbsp; Rache didn't have a keen enough sense of smell to identify it, but the men themselves set off every warning bell he had.<br><br>Something was very wrong.
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 07:30:25</strong>
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				He shot one several time but all the men were wearing heavy outfits that resembled hazardous material protection gear. Rimmael's low caliber revolver was not getting through. He quickly changed his plans to skirmish with the intruders seeking to throw them over the cliffs edge or tear them to shred with his claws. <br><br>Rimmael had used his magic to make himself bullet resistant yet then he their bullets went straight through his protection into his spider abdomen and and another grazing the side of his stomach. <br><br>In pain and rage Rimmael raised his voice in a deafening inhuman scream that pierced through the air across great distances. The keening wail carried in it a powerful primal emotion calling for help and vengeance. The lesser creatures of darkness such as bats and insects would hear it and swarm his attackers in a frenzy, even if he was already dead himself.<br><br>One of the men carried a flamethrower which spit a gout of fire at Rimmael and burned away his webbing from under him. Rimmael scurried alone the face of the cliff trying to get out of his attackers line of fire.<br><br>Rache was close enough to hear the drider's scream and watch mutated rats, spiders, and other foul things rouse themselves and move in unison seeking the source of the chilling noise.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 15:06:26</strong>
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				"What the hell?"<br><br>Rache would have normally avoided a sound that chilling, not to mention a vanguard that hideous, but something stirred in him.&nbsp; Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was something more, but he changed his course to follow the horde into the sewer tunnels.<br><br>It wasn't long before he was coming up behind the three men.&nbsp; They were obviously focused on something further down the tunnel, and didn't notice as he snuck up on the rear-most man.<br><br>Hazmat suits might be reinforced against weapons, but the hose from the guy's flame-thrower wasn't.&nbsp; Rache's switchblade snicked out and moved in a bright line across the tubing.
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 17:50:22</strong>
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				The three armed and suited men were temporarily being swarmed over by crawling insects and small vermin. Neither the creeping squamous mass not the men themselves noticed Rache. The cave was so dark Rache could barely see but he cut the gas line of that flamethrower just fine.<br><br>Not realizing anything was wrong the man with the flamethrower fired it but instead of shooting out a controlled flame he bursted into flamed himself. The flash of light from the fire temporarily blinded Rimmael before he could see what had really happened. Rache however was able to make out what the men were at trying to exterminate. <br><br>It was a giant spider, or at least half spider. From the waist up it had a well built male body with dark skin. Hi's clawed hands covered much of his face as if his eyes had been injured, but waves of long white hair cascaded down his shoulders and back. It didn't take a scientist to figure out what had been the source of that scream that set all the creatures scurrying down this hole.<br><br>In a voice familiar to Rache, Rimmael shouted in an unknown language to his assailiants. "Elgg usaa ka dos z'klaen drill dos orn neitar sevir dro!" &nbsp;(Translation: Kill me if you must but you will never leave alive)<br><br>The man on fire dropped to the ground turning to roll the fire out. It didn't seem to be helping him much but it did set the carpet of vermin on fire. The panicked dying creatures continued to swarm. The flaming bodies on the two other men ignited them. It was like the fools covered themselves on oil for some reason. They slowly cooked to death in their flaming suits. Two of them jumped off the cliff into the ravine while one of them clung on until the biter end. <br><br>Rimmael's vision was coming back but was mostly just white splotches. He could barley make out one large unsuited figure. Not wanting to show any sign of weakness or worry he shouted in anger. "Who are you!? What is it you are doing here!?" <br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 18:55:30</strong>
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				Rache made no move either to approach or to flee.&nbsp; The familiar voice kept him there, but the unexpected shape kept him from immediately running to his - well, as close to a friend as Rache had.&nbsp; <br><br>Before he did anything else, he closed the blade and brushed a hand through his hair, leaving a smudge of soot across his forehead.<br><br>"Rim?" The nickname wasn't one that he'd ever used before, but it fell into the returning silence almost naturally.&nbsp; "What'd they do to you, man?"&nbsp; To his more basic way of seeing things, the altered appearance of the other could just as easily be the intruders' fault as the attempted torching.
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 05:10:15</strong>
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				Rimmael was facing Rache though at quite a distance. His arachnid body clinging him to the vertically inclined wall of the cave. The creeping blanket of vermin was slowly skittering away from the area though squashed and charred remains were littered everywhere. <br><br>"Rache? Is that you?" His draw instincts told him not to trust anyone, that Rache could have been the one to lead the others to this spot. Rimmael decided not to try to bluff this time though, Rache didn't want him dead or he would have just attacked along with the other men. <br><br>"They shot me twice and burned my nest. The light from the fire dazzled me, I can hardly see. I will recover but this place is no longer safe for me." Rimmael was wondering if he might be able to recover any of his possessions. He could climb down the cliff wall and check the Ravine once he could see better.&nbsp; Then he realized Rache probably did not mean to ask if he was hurt. <br><br>"That is not what you were asking was it? No Rache they did not do this to me, this is what I really look like." Rimmael spoke in an teasing almost sardonic tone. He was actually enjoying that he could finally tell someone one of the reasons he was always hiding. He had very little to his name and yet he had lost even that. The prisoner Rache had given him was dead for sure but Rimmael wasn't even counting that as a loss. <br><br>"What a strange quirk of fate that you would come here by accident."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 06:15:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rache hadn't actually been sure which question he had been asking, but Rimmael had answered both.&nbsp; "I'm guessin' that means even a doc-wagon's out," he said, referring to the sketchy black-market surgeons that serviced the poorer underbelly of society.&nbsp; He was putting on a brave front in the face of the unexplained.<br><br>"And it ain't exactly an accident," he added, stuffing the closed switchblade into his pocket, almost defiantly.&nbsp; "Your visitors were stinkin' up my back yard - and that takes some doin'."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 06:26:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I can get the bullets out and bandage myself I will heal fine. I'm more concerned about why those men were after me." &nbsp;Rimmael rubbed his eyes with the side of his hands. His fingers were distorted into long clawed hands he could tear a man apart with. They didn't have a speed or range of a gun though. <br><br>"Children of the night I call them. I can almost talk to them but they really don't have much to say." Rimmael explained the creatures that came to his aid. His provocative nature asserted itself again, likely combined with his current lack of anywhere else to go. "You did however find me long before we had planned on meeting. Does that mean you were considering my offer of allowing you to surrender? Maybe we could go somewhere for a few days and you could see how you like it...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 16:23:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was the two-legged visitors I was talkin' about," Rache replied, with a bit more of his usual bravado.&nbsp; "Rats 'n' shit like that are just part of the scene 'round here."<br><br>The offer hung in the air.&nbsp; Surrender.&nbsp; The word itself rankled, but - Rimmael did need help, and a few days out of sight would probably do Rache some good, too.<br><br>"You're gonna need time ta heal," Rache said.&nbsp; I c'n give ya some help - long as those bullets aren't anywhere really touchy - and I've taped up enough shivvings to help keep you together."&nbsp; He came a little closer, narrowing his eyes at the injuries as he tried to work out the best way to go about that.<br><br>"Laying low's probably a good idea, but I'll need ta get some stuff from my place.&nbsp; Didn't exactly bring my patch kit with me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 06:13:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rimmael joked in turn. "So now that my home is destroyed I get to lick my wounds in your rats nest?" He wondered what kind of environment Rache and he would be staying at.&nbsp; Safety was mostly an illusion. His time among the dark elves taught him all about taking calculated risks. He had spent too long sitting complacently atop his web. Thanks to his connections even his food came to him. It would be good to test his resourcefulness once more. <br><br>"I heal fast, give me a moment to see what I can fish out of the ravine. Some things would not be easy to replace." &nbsp;Without wasting more time waiting for a reply Rimmael attached his webbing to the edge of the cliff and lowered himself down. The current was swift, anything that didn't sink would have been carried far away by now. The only heavy items he cared about would be his staff and athema. He had enchanted them both so he pinpointed them by sensing their magic auras. Luckily his clothing was stashed in the cliff wall since he traversed his web only as an arachnid. <br><br>The near absence of light afforded Rimmael some privacy as he slid on his leather gear and buckled it up. He wasn't body shy so didn't bother to conceal himself further as he dressed near the human he might call a friend. "I'm ready" He said, placing the mask that covered his face from the nose down. "Let's get out of here. Do you have a vehicle?" <br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 18:42:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not my place," Rache replied.&nbsp; The incident with Kevin made that a dodgy prospect.&nbsp; "I've got a safe-house not too far from here.&nbsp; Just need to pick up my kit first."<br><br>He waited while Rimmael rappelled down into the chasm.&nbsp; <em>Useful trick,</em> he found himself thinking, picturing any of a number of rooftop jobs where he'd had to fumble with rope and fasteners.<br><br>When Rimmael returned, he did his best not to stare, especially as that strange body shifted back to the form he was more used to.&nbsp; "I'll get one when we need it," he said, with a faint quirk of his lips suggesting that the vehicle would only be 'his' by virtue of possession.&nbsp; "For now, it's just back up the tunnel and hang a right."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 23:21:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then I will leave vehicle procurement in your capable hands." Rimmael had to wonder what Rache did with the money he made. He certainly wasn't spending it to pimp his ride and live in the suburbs.&nbsp; He didn't think it would be a good idea to ask. It was odd how quickly money had become meaningless to Rimmael, he didn't even realize how much like an actual spider he was living. <br><br>Rimmael had excellent balance, but since he was carrying his staff anyway he used it to aid in his brief climb out of the tunnel. His nostrils ere assaulted by the scent of septic water as he was once again on the surface. The chasm he lived in for the past many years was hardly underground in the same sense the underdark was, but living on the surface was a totally different experience. <br><br>"Lets get your kit before these wounds heal over and I have bullets stuck in my body."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 03:37:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Won't take long," Rache said, heading for the dilapidated building in front of them.&nbsp; "You're - uh - welcome to come in, if you like, but I don't want to stay here longer than we have to."&nbsp; About halfway to the door, he turned to look at Rimmael.&nbsp; "By the way, your intell was dead on.&nbsp; That's why we're hitting the safe-house after this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 23:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rimmael didn't have much to say about Rache's hideout. The place was wretched, but that really wasn't much different from the many other decaying buildings that were everywhere. With the mess they made, it was a good thing that humans had been killing themselves off faster then they multiply for the past few decades. The dark elves were all the stronger for their ruthless practices, at least as individuals. Rache had showed himself to be a survivor, and that piqued Rimmael's predatory nature. <br><br>He took a few steps in, smiling behind the mask he wore at Rache's attempt at hospitality. He waited for the thug to collect his things. "If you provide for me I will continue to give you the information you desire. It's in my best interest to make sure you succeed. Where to now my friend?" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 01:22:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rache's 'kit' seemed to be limited to a wickedly sharp switchblade, a bottle of alcohol that served equally as disinfectant and painkiller, and a random assortment of bottles and packages that looked like they'd come from a crashed doc-wagon, judging by the soot marks that decorated the wrappers of one set of bandages.<br><br>"'F you're worried about those healing over, we should get 'em taken care of now," Rache said, sloshing some of the alcohol over the blade and passing the bottle to Rimmael.&nbsp; "After that, we're hittin' the south side - old warehouse I know down there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 06:16:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes, it was best that Rache help him get the bullets out of his body before it healed over. With that being a priority there was no reason to wait. Rimmael gave Rache a nod before moving slender leather covered fingers across his body to pull black straps through silver buckles and shed the chest portion of his own outfit.&nbsp; He laid down focusing his mind, performing a mental exercise that was more a simple meditation then any type of supernatural power. It's main purpose was to dull the pain. <br><br>"Proceed Rache"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 08:11:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rache shrugged.&nbsp; If Rimmael didn't want to the booze, he wasn't going to force it down him.&nbsp; His hand was deft as he cut into the wounds to retrieve the bullets, and soon, two slugs dropped to the floor with a clatter.<br><br>"You wanna keep 'em as a trophy?" he asked as he used the same blade to slit open a packet that held an antiseptic powder that he showered over both injuries.&nbsp; The last step was wrapping Rimmael's torso with the bandage - which showed up in stark contrast to the dark skin.&nbsp; "Good thing yer not gonna be runnin' around at night," he commented.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 07:44:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rimmael came out of his meditation when he could no longer feel someone's hands on his body. He has avoided the feeling of being cut, but he still felt the full pain of his wounds afterward. His rapid healing didn't negate the pain of injury, though it usually did mean such pain didn't last very long. <br><br>The dark elf shook his head from side to side when asked about keeping the bullets.&nbsp; He did take a brief look at them. "These are armor piercing shells. The ritual I used wasn't strong enough to keep them from penetrating me."<br><br>"I'm not to thrilled with running around in the day time either. Perhaps we should have some fun indoors." Rimmael said slyly and winked at Rache. He wasn't sure if Rache had any attraction to men at all much less himself. He did feel comfortable enough to mention the idea though. It could make things a lot more interesting for a while.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spider Kisser (PaleEnchantress and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 09:31:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a whole lot to do for 'fun' here," Rache replied, tying off the bandage.&nbsp; "Usually, I just come here ta sleep 'n stuff."&nbsp; In fact, he hadn't even brought the occasional lay by his bolt-hole, since any one of them could have turned on him - especially considering how he never really saw such things as more than a release.<br><br>"You got a point, though.&nbsp; 'F we wait for dark, Kev's got less chance of spotting us.&nbsp; More cars to pick from, too."
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