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Post by tempest on Dec 3, 2009 18:01:50 GMT -5
"Woooo!" Admeta cooed and bent all the way back, she gave Purple a wide smile. "We're in the foorreeeessst!" Her eyes grew wide and insane-looking, "I wAnT to BUrn IT! ShOUlD I BurN IT?" Admeta cackled and twisted to where she was turned around yet still bent back. Her hands reached out and clung to Purple's cheeks, she shook the girl by the head. "Purrpplleee...I want to bbuurrrn iittt." The tears in the girl's eyes made Admeta's smile literally go from ear to ear. In a few snaps of her bones she was back into a normal form - now facing Purple. "DoN'T CrY...I dOnT like CrYINg I don't MAke!"
Admeta dug her nails into Purple's cheeks, squeeing with joy. "SlAvE..." Her attention suddenly turned back to the woods. "Eidigo! Let me buurrn it? Pleeeassee? Just a little! Not a whole lot! Just tIlL it's ALL blAcK with ASHES! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
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Post by Cloudy on Dec 3, 2009 18:13:41 GMT -5
Edigio had never been terribly fond of the forest. So, in a way, maybe it’d be nice to see it burn down, to watch all the little woodland creatures flee from the flames, some of them coughing from smoke inhalation. Was it possible to actually melt a squirrel, he wondered? That would be downright hilarious. But, then again—they were in the woods. Burning it down would burn them, too, and their little slave would get hurt.
“Mmm…” he sounded like he was considering it for a moment. “No. And try not to break its skin. I like… a clean canvas.” His voice was sort of soft, as if he was lost in thought while he was speaking. And he was. There were just so, so many ways to break such an already fragile-minded girl… he could spend days just fantasizing about it. But having fantasies wouldn’t get anything done. No, he wanted to build up her anxiety a bit, first. Make her expect it, then blindside her. Yeah, that might work.
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Post by tempest on Dec 3, 2009 20:16:30 GMT -5
Purple curled away from Admeta, the tears swelling up in her eyes. A low whimper escaped her and inwardly she cried for her papa. If only he was with her here now. She needed him more than anything right now. It was not long ago she had seen her mother get bashed to death or being forced to kill her mother's best friend. The memories caused her to shudder and eyes to widen - her body froze up. "Mmmm," she squeaked unhappily. Papa...papa...where are y-you? Papa...
Admeta looked at her brother with a pout. But she wanted to! She looked almost about to stomp her foot like a small child. This was not fair. But if her brother said no then he said no. But he was also trying to take the fun away of tormenting their subject. That she would not allow. "Nii..." She trotted over to him, curling her pinky around his, "I wanna have fun, Nii!" She leaned her head on his shoulder, tempted to nibble on his ear. He always tasted so good.
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Post by Cloudy on Dec 3, 2009 21:28:31 GMT -5
Edigio had to agree with Admeta—the crying was getting obnoxious. So what if she’d just seen his sister bash her little twerp of a mother? He was fairly sure that he’d killed his own parents, and he turned out just fine, so she really had no place to get all whiney about watching one die. Then again… it had kind of been the point that he made her do all that. He’d wanted a reaction, sure, but he didn’t get the one he wanted. He expected her to go insane from the trauma, not turn into a blubbery bitch.
He curled his pinky back around hers, and eyed her warily when she put her head on his shoulder. She wanted to bite him. He knew she wanted to bite him. She always did. It was cute from time to time, sure, but when she broke the skin it was quite a pain. “Okay,” he said, thinking of a compromise. “If you can keep her quiet without making her lose blood, you get to take out a tooth. How’s that?”
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Post by tempest on Dec 3, 2009 23:29:39 GMT -5
Purple almost screamed, she felt it coming up in her throat. The tears streamed down her face and she sniffled. She didn't know how to deal with this. The only way she could was if her papa was here and he was not. He was gone, gone forever! She would never see him again! Purple let out a sob and covered her eyes, shuddering. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a nightmare and she had to wake up. To wake up and scream and run to her mother and father, clinging to them and not letting go. She desired to see her mother again - to nuzzle her blue hair and be comforted by the sweet voice. Then for her father to spazz and ask her what's wrong and cling to her like it was the end. She wanted it all back. Deep down, she even missed Isaac though she had always ran away screaming from him.
Knowing this impossible, Admeta just gave her brother a look. "But Nii, I'm not capable of not drawing blood. Blood is wonderful - such a beautiful color! How can I resist such a beauty?" She moved her head closer and nibbled his ear - making sure not to break his skin. "Of course, I never would hurt my Nii. Ichi just likes to taste him ~" She giggled.
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Post by Cloudy on Dec 4, 2009 2:10:22 GMT -5
Oh, well. It was worth a try anyways. The problem was, whenever he let her take blood she took too much and the person got too numbed by the loss. He wanted every cut, scratch, hit, movement, touch to be felt in excruciating fullness. He didn’t react much to the nibbling of his ear, as long as she didn’t break the skin he was perfectly fine with it. “Ichi can taste me all she likes,” he said with a deceptively normal smile. “As long as you don’t break skin.” He looked at the girl, then to his darling sister, then back and forth again. How could he best explain this…? Ah. Right.
“If you take too much blood, Ichi, she’ll die. And we need her to do things.” He spoke as if he was explaining this to a child, and in a strange sort of way, he was. “We need to drive her insane. Can’t do that if you punch out all her blood. So… be careful?” Honestly, he wasn’t really sure yet what he needed this girl for. Probably random acts of mayhem. Admeta so loved when he let them have a nice slaughter, and he liked making his big sis happy. Even—no, especially at the cost of others. Like this poor, stupid little pink-haired girl. He looked at her again, and smiled, in a way so kind that one might never have suspected that he not so long ago told her mother to die.
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Post by tempest on Dec 4, 2009 22:27:55 GMT -5
"Nii is so kind to Ichi!" Admeta cooed and blushed to strive for a cute effect. She pulled her head away yet still kept his pinky in her own. Her grip tightened just a bit to signal she was not going to let go. Admeta always felt the need to touch some part of her brother at all times. She didn't not touch him due to the empty feeling it resulted in. Her expression twisted to a very strange looking pout. "Aw, I don't want it to die just yet. I wAnT her to WaTCh her LoVED oNeS GEt riPPed apARt."
Her eyes flicked over to Purple, her mouth going from a pout to a wide, twisted smirk. "I'lL mAkE her INsAnE. OnCe wE fInD thaT wORthlESS fATHeR of hERs." A feeling of satisfaction entered her heart when Purple flinched and curled back.
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Post by Cloudy on Dec 7, 2009 1:14:33 GMT -5
Edigio smiled and kept his hold on her pinky as well. He didn’t mind not letting go. He always got the peculiar feeling of being hollow and lost whenever they weren’t touching, or at least near each other, so he liked to avoid that. He knew she did, too. It was a win-win situation. Her words made a smile come across his face. He loved it when her voice got that changing tone to it. It always meant she was going to do something interesting, or at least threaten it. And he had to admit, she could get quite creative that way.
Chrona, the worthless father of hers, was searching feverishly for her. Again. Sometimes he had to stop a bit and cry when he got too scared or too crippled by a passing memory, or when his body got too tired and he had to pass out and sleep for a while. His feet hurt—one of his shoes had long since fallen off and been forgotten, so that one hurt more than the other. His eyes were constantly sore from crying, and his throat always felt raw from either sobbing, screaming, or calling out Purple’s name frantically. As of the moment, he was in the woods, and he was exhausted. He’d been running for a long time now, he was out of breath and his legs were shaky.
“P-Purple!” he shouted, again, as loud as he could manage. His voice was strained, but that wasn’t going to stop him.
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Post by tempest on Dec 7, 2009 1:33:21 GMT -5
Purple listened to the two, shaking and wiping her eyes as she did. They were surely going to kill her - just like they'd done to her mother. Just like they'd made her do to Isaac. Everything was impossible and hopeless and she was never going to see her papa again. Her light blue eyes which mirrored her mother's shut tightly and a low sob escaped her lips. Anything to see papa one more time. Purple wanted to see him just one more time.
It was far off, but her name came to her ears. Purple's eyes shot open and she looked behind herself. Had she just heard what she had thought she had? No, it was impossible! And it was bad if the two ahead heard! "Papa..." She whispered, stopping and turning around. Purple trembled and bit her bottom lip, "...Papa!" She cried out as loud as she could. Then sank down and curled into a ball, pretending to have one of her breakdowns. If it meant getting harmed to see him again - she didn't mind it.
"Hm?" Admeta turned a violent gaze on the ball on the ground. "It's laying down. GeT UP!" Her teeth bared, she wanted to hit it so bad. Eidgio said she could as long as she didn't break skin. Right? That's what he had told her, right? The woman let go of her twin and began to approach Purple in a deadly slow gait - yet it still seemed airy. "GEt uP! Or I'lL mAkE yoU!" She was prepared to kick the ball before her. She would have to be gentle as not to snap the spine. But it didn't mean she couldn't leave a big bruise.
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