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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 16, 2008 9:12:15 GMT -5
Vulkan wasn't watching where he was going. He had his right arm out in front of him, and was currently wrapping a bandage around a section of it between his wrist, and his elbow. His father had thrown a bottle at him, which he'd dodged, but it had shattered, and a piece of the glass had cut him. Not deeply, but it was bleeding quite nicely in the beginning. It had slowed by now though.
When at last he finished, he turned his attention to where he was going. He was in a part of town he didn't normally visit. There were stories about this part, and the two expensive mansions. Of course he didn't believe them, but he'd always been curious to find out. Afterall, if they were true, how bad could it be compared to his life right now?
The male kept walking, his pace accelerated past normal. The gate loomed ahead, and he hesitated for but a moment outside, before he pushed the gate open, and stepped inside. His gaze scanned the area, but he didn't really look for anyone as he started up toward the front door.
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Post by Nōgami Neuro on Oct 18, 2008 23:43:17 GMT -5
Nero was bored, remaining in this place where there was people didn't know what the hell was going on. Combing the mansion with his little spies had yielded nothing but psychotic slavers and masochistic slaves. Most are naturally crazy, there was only a small meal out of each and he didn't bother, retaining his powers for a bigger fish. It would be useless to waste it over useless things, at the very least.
Oh, no doubt he could leave this place just fine, he couldn't die for he's a demon. Things such as time and mortality did not concern him. Hunger and the need for energy did. His essence would scatter if he didn't get enough eventually. He would leave this place then. Even for a more meager meal than what these mansions can offer.
Looking out of the second-floor window of the room he'd annexed for himself, he saw a male entering the mansion rather willingly and raised a brow. Oh? Nero was amused and curious, moving through time and space till he was in the hallway just behind the front door, waiting to greet the newcomer, leaning against the wall, tugging on his gloves and adjusting them.
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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 19, 2008 2:02:02 GMT -5
Vulkan didn't seem to care whether he'd just condemned himself to a life in this place or not. His life before hadn't been one worth living in his opinion, so if this manor presented him with the chance to start a new one, then he'd take that chance the first moment it was offered to him. It had been offered to him back at those gates, and he'd taken it.
He climbed the few stairs to the doorway, and reached out, opening it. He didn't bother to knock, because he really wasn't the kind of person who cared if he was trespassing, or breaking a law or a rule. He liked to be defiant, to do things he wasn't supposed to. He was very good at acting before thinking.
He stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him, and let his gaze wander around the room he'd entered. His eyes fell upon Nero, and narrowed. He didn't speak, and he simply watched the man with hidden curiosity.
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Post by Nōgami Neuro on Oct 19, 2008 2:11:26 GMT -5
Nero waited till the man entered, so boldly too for he hadn't even bothered to knock, looking up then with a passive smile as he assessed him, giving a quick once over as he pushed himself off the wall to stand up straight and watch him. A few moments of silence would have surely passed.
Raising a brow at the expression on the human's face, Nero broke the spell of silence and flashed an innocent welcoming smile. "Who might you be, waltzing in like that without a care?"
He was still adjusting his triangular cuff link, saving more energy within it some, his suit hiding his true being. Nero wasn't human, but it was a trick of his to beguile mortals so that they could not notice what was obvious before them
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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 19, 2008 2:14:24 GMT -5
Vulkan raised an eyebrow at the way the man seemed to assess him, and then smiled welcomingly. For some reason he felt suspicious of this person, untrusting. His eyes narrowed, and his gaze lingered upon the man, the suspicion he did feel not evident in his expression as he appeared to assess the man in return.
"Vulkan." He responded, providing his name, "And who are you?" He was rather bold with his speech, having no trouble acting as if he owned the place or something. In the very least, he didn't seem to care he might be intruding, and perhaps be somewhere he shouldn't. Like perhaps this person enjoyed their privacy, and would not be happy it had just been invaded.
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Post by Nōgami Neuro on Oct 19, 2008 2:24:23 GMT -5
"Why, you may call me Nero," Nero had both brows raised this time at the bold manner the man spoke with, throughly amused, almost clapping his hands together but was actually tapping his fingertips together to form a tent with his hands. Then he spun around and just simply began walking off, waving a hand perfectly expecting Vulkan to follow.
"Now, surely you know about these mansions reputation, why do you come still?" Oh there was numerous reasons Nero could guess why the man wanted to enter, but he wasn't good or accurate at fathoming the pure wiles of humans. So he just had to ask. He did not sense a meal off this man though, so, perhaps this man had other uses.
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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 19, 2008 2:34:53 GMT -5
The way this Nero person spoke was rather odd in Vulkan's opinion. He almost seemed as if he was from another age, another time, and was speaking as if he still lived there. His words were precise, almost coming across as regal. The male would probably describe him as literate, as if he had a wide vocabulary. He didn't linger on these thoughts long however, and started forward after Nero when the man beckoned him to come.
"I've heard of them." He replied, shrugging slightly and tucking his hands into his pockets, "But I don't know if they're true. And even if they are, it doesn't really matter." Life here couldn't be worse then the life he'd just left, could it? The fresh bandage around his arm was testament to that.
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Post by Nōgami Neuro on Oct 19, 2008 2:48:17 GMT -5
Nero was making his way up the stairs back to his room as normal as possible, oh how mundane it was to put one foot before the other and move on the way mortals do. He wondered how they could stand such... chores and maybe that was why they invented the escalator. Perhaps this house needs an upgrade.
He didn't look back even when Vulkan replied, listening with mild interest. "Ah, of course they are. We'll speak further on that when we get to my room. And it wouldn't matter?" Nero asked, piqued by that statement. A thousand possibilities ran through his mind and he just parked them aside, knowing that his answer will come soon as he opened the door to his room.
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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 19, 2008 2:55:05 GMT -5
Vulkan wasn't sure where they were going. The only reason he was following, was because he didn't know where anyone else was, and would easily get lost trying to find someone. Not to mention, what was the point of finding someone else where there was someone right here who could explain things? He didn't even know they were going to Nero's room until the man voiced that.
His eyes narrowed slightly, "No, it wouldn't matter." He responded, reiterating what he said before, but not expanding. Afterall, it was his life, and his personal past. Nero didn't need to know about it, and he wasn't going to share it. Besides, it wasn't something to be proud of in his opinion.
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Post by Nōgami Neuro on Oct 19, 2008 3:02:16 GMT -5
"Really," It was not put across as a question, but rather as an acceptance of what he said. For Nero knew he'd always get what he wanted in the end. The room was simply and functionally furnished, bookshelves to a wall, couches and a fireplace to another and a study table in the middle with two chairs before it and a leather chair and big windows behind it. Obviously, he'd annexed the mansion's study.
Making his way to his table and taking his place behind the table, he lounged with his feet on the table, crossing them at the ankles as he leaned back in his seat. Leaving it to Vulkan to decide where he wished to sit instead. "Soooo, want to know the laws of this house?"
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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 19, 2008 3:08:26 GMT -5
Vulkan took one of the chairs at the study. He found the entire manor rather amazing, but even this room was quite impressive. His house was probably as big as this room, and maybe part of another. His own home consisted of the kitchen/living room, two tiny bedrooms, and one bathroom. Not a lot of space.
The boy didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was stuck here, and was acting almost rather casual about it, as if he'd decided long ago that if he ever walked in here and the curse turned out to be true, he'd be fine with it. He had decided that, just not long ago. More like two minutes, "Sure." He replied to the man.
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Post by Nōgami Neuro on Oct 19, 2008 3:17:30 GMT -5
Nero smiled then pointed at Vulkan's bandaged arm. "Take that off would you? You'd see what it means to stay in here." He said, introducing to Vulkan one of the most fascinating properties of this house, where no matter what physical injuries were dealt, the victim would most ultimately heal although they'd experienced the doubtless pain and trauma of the wound.
Nero himself wondered how many people in this mansion had to be introduced just so to all these little niceties. Personally, he learnt them off observing the other inhabitants of his mansion.
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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 19, 2008 3:23:41 GMT -5
Vulkan's eyes narrowed, and he watched Nero for a moment, as if he wasn't quite sure what the man meant. Nonetheless, he turned his attention to his bandage, and carefully unwrapped it. Blood stained the white cloth, but to his surprise, when he had it off completely, the wound underneath was near healed.
He stared at it in surprise, obviously not having expected that. He ran a finger lightly over the cut, but it was almost gone, which was incredibly fascinating the the boy, and also quite wonderous. He never would have imagined such a thing was possible.
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Post by Nōgami Neuro on Oct 19, 2008 3:32:57 GMT -5
Nero chuckled at the sight, the boy's wonder at his wound healing was amusing. He carried on to introduce the laws as Vulkan was captivated by his nearly-healed wound. "Now that you see it, its obvious that staying in here means that your wounds would heal unnaturally fast. It doesn't mean you won't feel hurt though. And in here, no one can die." ^__^ Nero gave a smile that said Ain't that wonderful for you mortals?, tilting his head to a side.
"However," He raised a brow. "Leaving this place would mean immediate vanishing or disintegrating into dust. That's why, no one ever leaves here, as you probably know." Well Nero was the one who came here after the rumors after all.
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Post by Vulkan Mythern on Oct 19, 2008 12:50:41 GMT -5
Vulkan remained transfixed by the healed cut, capable of hearing Nero's words, but not fully focusing on them. It fascinated him, really. Slowly, he turned away, breaking himself from his short trance, and focusing his attention back on the man before him as he continued to explain. Well that was too bad. It would have been nice if it took away the pain.
He nodded slightly, knowing this last piece of information. It was the core of the rumors going about that no one could leave. You enter, and you're stuck. He didn't seem to mind this however, and so far was quite fine with living life here in a place where his wounds healed, and not back with his father.
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