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Celeste and Vick meet at last

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An undead citadel created before the cataclysm, Sahova is devoted to all kinds of magical research. The living may visit the island, if they are willing to obey its rules. [Lore]

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Postby Vick on August 11th, 2013, 4:18 am

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Information was a perk that came with power inside the island. It took time and skill to learn more information about the on-goings of the island and Vick was able to learn more daily movements within the halls of the dead.

Vick had no real hope for the information as the daily life in the island was the same old news of nuits working on this or that, plusers coming or getting killed and more shipments were being taken into account however one tiny scrap of information was found that made Vick perk his ears up when he heard another child was nearby. At least another child in the sense closer to Vicks age then what has been seen upon the island that was not a kevlic.

A letter was sent to Celeste, within the letter would tell her where to meet Vick. A pulser would find her even if that meant for the pulser to look high and low for her however Vick had no doubts the letter would reach her hands.

‘Let’s play a game. A fun little game. Please meet me within the dungeons, second floor first door on the right. - V’

The letter was short but to the point. The letter V that was signed had a circle around it which was the only mark that stood out in the letter besides it was written in common and not Nader-canoch which was made for most of everything in Sahova.

If Celeste did travel into the depths of the dungeons and listened to the strange letter she would find Vick sitting along a table, his feet kicking into the air. Vick was like the rest of the nuits in the only sense he was dead as his form stood out the most as the form was of a child around the ages of eight to ten roughly but normally always within the same gap of a male form. The hosts body was a skinny male, short dark hair, his green eyes were now a murky white almost with deep purple bags. His once red lips were now a black color shaded with purple hues. Cuts along the hands and burns with what looked like thread holding the flesh together stood out in some areas.

His outfit was just a simple muted pants and tunic with a black robe over. His shoes were a cheaply made pair of leather that had seen better days but Vick paid his outfit no mind. Next to him was a male strapped along the table, bounded by leather and steel chains with a leather strap inside and over his mouth but it could easily be seen the man was awake and breathing.

Next to Vick laid a small table about his height that held different tools of random sizes from tiny to medium but all held the same goal which was clearly meant for torture as the room held a dim light from the blue wire along the walls. The blue hues gave enough light to see and anyone could see the blood stain walls and floor. The smell was of a old deathly scent of rotting flesh however since the island was filled with walking dead corpses that smell might not be out of place to anyone who knew the island.

If and when Celeste did enter the room Vick would just turn his head to her and smile without saying a word until the time was right for the game to be played.

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Postby Celeste Arumen on August 13th, 2013, 2:26 am

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She stretched languidly, having slept far too late. Her tiny box of a room was stifling. It’d been weeks since she’d arrived at the Island and become an apprentice, but it seemed like a lifetime. Celeste combed her fingers through her hair, yawned and rose, readying for the day. She had no real plans – each sunrise was a new opportunity and having not died thus far, she was taking each step as it came. So with bleary eyes did she open the door to that curt knocking, still somewhat disoriented.

”Message for Celeste Arumen,” the man said. She blinked. Who on earth would want her, other than Riyana? Puzzled, she received the envelope and politely closed the door.

‘Let’s play a game. A fun little game. Please meet me within the dungeons, second floor first door on the right. - V’

She blinked. Someone named V wanted to play a game. Every alarm bell within her rang with impunity. Who on earth would want to play a game that didn’t involve her being strapped to a table? They wouldn’t just kill her outright, would they? But some small voice assuaged her fears, urged her to receive the message. It might be a trap, but how else would she learn politics within the Citadel? War waged within her.

And somehow, she found herself walking down to the dungeons.

Celeste donned her arcane robe, delicate fabric rustling with each step as she descended the stairs. It was so unlike her, yet she was oddly intrigued. The simple message enticed her into hearing them out. Children obviously loved games, so whoever they were, they must have learned her true age. Which meant they knew something about her. Perhaps they wanted her dead or perhaps they wanted to know more. Whatever their aim, she’d see it through to the end.

As she entered, her chocolate eyes grew wide.

He was clearly dead and what was more, he had a prisoner, a victim. Celeste gaped at the young Nuit – or rather, the Nuit that occupied a young host. His clothes were simple, bearing no adornment or affiliation. ”Greetings,” she cooed softly, unable to say much else. ”I assume you’re V?”

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Postby Vick on August 15th, 2013, 12:44 am

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The scream filled the room as the sounds echoed off the walls filling Vick’s ears with the sounds of music as a thin sharp blade cut into the mans chest, pulling along the skin downward and into a circle pattern as Vick let the blade move upwards along the right side, coming down once more along the left forming a circle inside the flesh as the blood ran from the wound onto the sides of the person dipping along the table.

“Yes, I am Vick. Welcome to our playroom well the room that will hold our game for now. Tell me you must be the other child I heard of. No often I get to see a playmate.”

Vick said not turning to her as he looked at the man, the straps holding him down yet Vick had no care to gag his mouth as the screams of pain kept filling the room until the man was just husk of the harsh voice.

“A gift I won not that long ago. A slave, one of many that is my play toys. They have no goal yet it i within my passion to form a goal into them and give them some use before they die. Don’t you agree?”

Vick asked as he took the tip of the blade once more sinking it into the mans chest letting the blade slip into the flesh and his arm moved once more with his hand as a second circle was carved into him just inside the larger one that he had set however Vick did not stop at that but he made yet another circle inside the two that stood letting the blade do the work and his ears immune to the sounds of pain as Vick just thought of his final project for this man.

“So what brings you to the isle of the dead? You don’t see to be a nuit and few come just to turn into one. You must have some form of skill as the island has not taken you in as a slave so tell me little one what brings you to this wonderful island where time stands still?”

Vick turned at last to her watching her face as the blade was above the mans chest. Three circles laid along his chest as the blood pooled and poured along the table as his chest moved faster and faster trying to catch his breath yet at last his voice had stopped screaming in pain yet Vick paid that no mind as his focus was now upon his guest.

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Postby Celeste Arumen on August 16th, 2013, 6:59 pm

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Revulsion crept into the pit of her stomach and bile began to rise at the base of her throat. Celeste had seen slaves and never gave them pity – it was their fault for getting caught, after all. But this was torture, the mutilation of another living being and this maggot-head called it fun? ’Riyana was right,’ she thought weakly. The sound of screams tortured her ears; the cloying scent of blood made her ill.

”What do you mean?” She probed, trying to quiet the revolt in her brain. ”How are you giving him use? Wouldn’t he better suited to aid you? Or is he not worth such a thing?” The last of the sentence came waspishly. Is this how the Nuit took another host? Celeste considered it briefly and then rejected the idea at once. No, they’d never intentionally damage the body and further, trauma might pervert the brain. He was doing it to some end she couldn’t understand.

”Is this some sort of magic?” That was closer to the mark. What else did the undead do for fun? It was easy to infer that perhaps it was a sort of skill they had, something she’d never heard of before. But the hollow, bestial sounds of his agony beseeched her wilder side. Protect the pack, it said. They were both human, after all.

”Only for you,” she said in regards to time, and for that he earned a smile. It was hard not to feel superior, graced with a thumping heart in her breast. Celeste loved being alive, though it was still uncertain whether that was subject to change.

”I’m here to become a Wizard,” she replied at last, having sidestepped his inquiries until then. ”A morpher, by trade. Apprentice to Riyana Sterder, Warden of the Prairie. And initiate, too.” Which of course, put her in a very fortuitous position to advance. Provided she didn’t get her head bitten off. This would inform him of her attitude toward the dead. Riyana wasn’t overfond of her decaying counterparts.

”So what exactly are you planning to do with him? Other than carve him for dinner, I mean.”

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