Ink Incarnate [Sho and PaleEnchantress]
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				Title: <strong>Ink Incarnate [Sho and PaleEnchantress]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 03:19:07</strong>
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				This was ridiculous. How the hell was he supposed to get a scoop skulking around in some back alley? It was a shitty tip and an even shitter job and for the umpteenth time that day, Quinn considered quitting and then decided not to. He couldn't afford to pay for his apartment if he quit, no matter how loathsome his boss was. He thought about applying for something else but he was a bit scared of his boss as well, a bit took meek, too cowed to actually back out of a job that he had fought so hard to get. He had worked for so long to actually get a position as an assistant journalist that to give up now would be like admitting complete and total defeat.<br><br>He snuck a bit farther down the alley, careful not to make any noise as he did so, camera in hand and the other hand on the damp brick wall. The moonlight was the only light now. There had once been a streetlamp but shooting out the streetlights was a common past-time in the bad neighborhoods. He took in a breath to steady himself.<br><br>He could hear voices up ahead and he knew that he had to get a photo. He readied the camera and got ready to run with his legs in a carefully balanced stance. His dark jeans and black sweater made him invisible, the white collar of his shirt the only thing that would show at all except for pale, smooth skin, and slightly mussed dark hair that hung just to his jawline, cut choppy and fashionable if he had styled it but it just fell about his face in soft, glossy panels instead. His eyes were cold, anxious, a strange seafoam blue. <br><br>His cheekbones were high, exotically sloped, lips a full and perfect shape that would have been a lovely smile had he not been so scared.<br><br>He took a step forwards, and a piece of glass crunched underfoot, making him freeze. His long fingers were splayed on the wall and he was ready to run but as far as he could tell, nothing had changed and there was no indication of anyone noticing him. <br><br>That was when he peered into the open area at the end of the alley.<br><br>He got ready to take a photo but what he saw next was enough to make his blood freeze in his veins. A cop - a cop from the very city he lived in - bleeding profusely. His vision swam, and he forced himself to hold very still. He didn't want to attract attention and he watched in horror as a huge blade was slowly drawn across the neck of the cop and he slumped to his knees.<br><br>Quinn's fingers clenched against the brick wall and he forced himself to freeze.<br><br>His cheeks were flushed, touched with pink, a cool wind blowing a few smooth strands of hair in front of his face. His breath was misting in front of his face but he couldn't seem to move away from the scene. <br><br>Blood bubbled down the man's front, steaming in the cold air, and he slumped over. Quinn knew he had to get out of there and without even taking a picture he turned to run as a tall man held up some sort of gleaming green thing - a crystal? - and began to murmur something. It was like some sort of black magic nightmare and he had to get out of there.<br><br>He took a step back and turned to run but all he felt was a set of cold, impossibly strong hands close around his throat.<br><br>It was like having a steel vice around his neck, and he was lifted from the ground, silently choking to death. He flailed, kicked back, but each vicious hit didn't seem to make any different in the strength of the hands around his throat, air hissing out of his lungs. <br><br>Dark spots began to explode in front of his eyes and then, mercifully, the world dropped away.<br><br>-<br><br>The undead worker brought forward the limp, slender young man, slung over a shoulder. He dumped him onto the ground and let him lie there for a moment before he used his foot to roll Quinn a little bit so that his head lolled to the side. He was clearly thinking that he should kill the boy but he wanted his master's permission before he actually went ahead and did the deed.<br><br>"He was snooping." He kicked the camera out of his hands, watching it skitter into the pool of blood, hopelessly broken. "No pictures yet, but he saw you kill him," he said, gesturing at the bloody cop and the murder weapon, "I should kill him. For you," the reanimated man said. <br><br>He kicked Quinn hard in the ribs.<br><br>Quinn's eyes fluttered weakly and he coughed, but was nowhere near consciousness, eyes fluttering open before rolling back into his head.<br><br>He was, once more, utterly at their mercy. His sleek, dark hair stuck to his face, throat red and raw where he'd been choked, that lovely blue-green, the color of sea glass, showing exactly who the sorceror once more had at his feet.<br><br>His slim fingers were limp, body aching as he struggled to come back to consciousness, coughing hard a few times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ink Incarnate [Sho and PaleEnchantress]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 03:18:42</strong>
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				The whole meeting couldn't have been more ridiculous. Kamkael, or just Kael as he was called these days, didn't know what the police officer wanted except that the situation was assassinate enough to warrent a personal touch. It wasn't too bad for the deputy to harass Kael's Jarls to push for a meeting with him. That much was rather normal for this type of thing. Lure the spider out of it's hidden web by making trouble on the edges. No, what made this so annoying was that the stupid kid insisted on meeting in a run down lot that was placed in one of the most wretched areas of the city. Why couldn't they have met at Starbucks like everyone else did these days. Then he wouldn't even say what it was about, only that it was an 'important business proposition' like he was one of those telemarketers that seemed to be able to find his cell phone number no matter what he did to conceal it. However unimportant telemarketer business might be this proposition was bound to be even less so. From a distance Kael could spot the officer fidgeting as he waited. <br><br>The sorcerer turned street gang leader was cordial for about 2 minutes of nervous small talk. He didn't give a rats ass about Obama and the recession. Kael's line of work was doing quite well. With his perfect composure still hiding his annoyance with the situation Kael urged the officer, "My patience is worn thin, please get to the point." <br><br>The policeman, Officer Dunmoore, was in his early 30's though he looked and acted young for his age. "The station has information on your gang operations. They are stumped on some things, but I can read between the lines. I Know what you are. If you'll make me one of you I can be your inside man."&nbsp; Dunmoore's attempt to look informed and in control was a complete failure. "Just what am I then?", Kael asked flatly. <br><br>Dunmoore grinned. "Not just you but some of your boys have been caught doing things no human can do. Just look at you and the way your dressed even. I'm not going to come out and say it but. . ." His words were cut off by Kael's sharp demands "Say it!"<br><br>"Vampires!" Dunmoore blurted out, eyes wide with excitement. So thrilled with the truth he had created in his own mind was he that he didn't even notice the subtle glance Kael gave the man at his side. The unholy energy that powered Kael's creations made them faster and stronger then humanly possible. Muscle and bone had upper limits to what they could achieve. Kael's slaves surpassed such limits as they were fonts of desecrated power contained in a vessel of dead flesh. Officer Dunmoore was slashed quickly across the chest and neck. This seemed the natural sequence of events to Kael, but obviously not to the officer. The man died quickly with an expression of shock on his face and a feeling of remorse inside him. <br><br>Kael had already made up his mind that the officer was too much of a bother to reanimate and claim. The sorcerer still had a use for him though. Dunmoore was already dead for all intents and purposes, yet his spiritual energy still lingered around his body. It was a force undetectable by most, and it was quickly dissipating. Kael drew out his green crystal phylactery and siphoned Dunmoore's essence into it. Wisps and motes of light were sucked into a deep emerald void. This energy served as the power source for Kael's magic. The sorcerer was caught up in his task, but his guard was alert. He heard something and felt the warmth of human life very close by. The creatures will did not belong to it, but it didn't need to be commanded to act. It had a job and it carried it out, rushing toward the lanky young man and snatching him by the throat. Quinn was powerless against the strength levied against him. Soon the undead man planted the limp body at his master's feet. <br><br>The revanent urged Kael to kill Quinn quickly.. A task he was very eager to carry out on his masters behalf. "Waste not want not, Dear Bastion. You and some of my other personal slaves have done so well lately. I might give him to all of you as a reward, I know how you love to tear young men appart with your teeth." Kael mused and looked down at the semiconscious young man on the ground. He saw him cough and stir, but paid Quinn little attention for the moment. "We are leaving", Kael softly stated. <br><br>---<br><br>Quinn soon awake on the carpeted floor of someones living room surrounded by three powerfully build men with sick pasty complexions. "He's awake!" One of them shouted out. There was a few second silence before Kael's refined voice came from the hall he was walking through. "So soon? I was hoping for a little more time to come up with the perfect demise for him." The sorcerer wasn't fully focusing on Quin currently. The lighting was good and Quin could get a god look at the other man. He wore fine robe of red and scarlet that contrasted with his very fair complesion. He was easily over 6 ft. tall with a striking build. His face however was truly beautiful, yet noticeable inhuman looking. His large sparkling eyes slanted inward and above and beyond his chisled features were his long pointed ears. His black hair hung long and free with a glossy purple sheen. <br><br>"I could cut off his head and awaken it so he can watch you all destroy his body with your brutal lusts. With a face like that I'm tempted to want to keep his head around for a while." Kael gloated and laughed sadistically with his reanimated men.&nbsp; 
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