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Post by mugenginga on Oct 31, 2010 1:46:10 GMT -5
William knew that he'd get reactions from vanishing, but the fact was this was an easier form to maintain. A more natural form in his unlife, if you would. Dean gave a worried frown towards where Sam had run. He couldn't do anything beyond put all his focus into staying sort of upright. Sam hadn't quite made it around the corner when a series of crashes could be heard due to Vlad impacting the trashcans.
Sam came to an understandable stop, probably if only to assess the situation. Castiel came running from around the corner moments after the crashing. Castiel came to a stop when he saw William, and the teenager looked extremely startled when Castiel said his name. There was a clear indication he didn't expect to be seen. He shook his head to bring himself out of it as Castiel began to speak to Sam.
William turned his head as Castiel shot back. William sheathed his sword and appeared so Sam could hear him, "I claim not to know the full extent of the danger of this situation, but your brother is gravely worried for your safety. If the seer feels now is the time for retreat, I feel we must acquiesce."
William wouldn't leave unless there was an immediate sign Daniel was in danger. Dean was in no condition to protect Sam, and William refused to let Sam die given that situation. He would go when Sam did. Dean had looked up while coughing when Castiel spoke to him. He caught about half of it and attempted a confused look. He just looked sick.
"Wha*coughcough*," Dean shook his head, "What do you mean?"
The blond man simply returned Vlad's growl with a smirk. His eyes glanced to the side a moment and he took a single step back, just to assure no one could see him. He stuck his hands in his pocket and returned the smirk to Vlad. He didn't intend on speaking until the foot soldier and his comrades were away. He allowed a silent chuckle as Vlad growled at him, and had the gall to lift up his left hand and examine his fingernails of all things.
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Post by Jilak on Oct 31, 2010 2:14:55 GMT -5
Castiel didn't respond to Dean's question immediately. Instead, he looked towards Sam, who had, at William's urging, decided to head in Castiel and Dean's directions. Castiel then looked away from Sam, pulling Daniel onto his back. Once he was sure Danny was secure, and once Sam and William had rejoined the group, he decided to address everyone. These... people, these human beings, whom had, above all odds, continued to thrive. It seemed to be a quality of humanity's, fighting even when there was no hope. One Castiel himself had always admired. They seemed to always fight their way out, these humans. When faced with even the worst of odds, they continued forth. But this time was different. This time, there could be no more fighting. No one in the group was really okay enough for it. Especially not with... whoever, or whatever that was back there. They had to go. But it would be oh so very dangerous.
Still, though, Castiel did not directly answer Dean. Instead, he put two fingers of his right hand on Sam's forehead, two of his left on Will's. He then turned back to Dean, frowning a bit. He touched his forehead to the other man's, closing his eyes. He turned a bit in William's direction for a moment, giving him an important bit of information.
"You might want to bend your knees." Castiel said, before the five were... well, gone.
Vlad was even more enraged by this point. Generally when he showed up, people screamed. They screamed, they ran away, they showed their terror. This man? He was practically ignoring him. He seemed bored, for God's sakes. Vlad wouldn't stand for it! He hadn't pulled himself back from the brink of insanity to be mocked. He was now, at least, coherent enough to form words.
"You dare?!" Vlad growled, frowning.
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 31, 2010 2:19:11 GMT -5
The man's smirk had widened the instant he felt the foot soldier and his comrades vanish. He lowered his hands, sticking them in his pockets. He looked at Vlad's seething expression and chuckled a bit more.
"You never were one to understand the pecking order, were you Plasmius?" the man smirked, "You ask me if I dare? Has your host really caused you to fall so far? Well, I suppose his arrogance is a source of energy, in any case."
The man gave an elaborate shrug, "Might as well have stuck a homing beacon on your forehead, for it."
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Post by Jilak on Oct 31, 2010 3:37:40 GMT -5
Vlad was beyond confusion at this point. 'pecking order'? And he'd addressed him as Plasmius. Not too bad on its own, as a lot chose to omit his first name, but he hadn't told him his name. Even more, he'd mentioned something about a 'host'. Vlad had no 'host', and in fact usually hosted quite nice brunches. Always the host, never the hostee. So what exactly was the blond talking about? Even ore, he spoke as if he knew Vlad before. To be fair, deep within him, Vlad felt the tiniest hint of recognition, followed by the most insignificant speck of terror. But it soon passed.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Vlad asked, glaring.
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 31, 2010 3:41:45 GMT -5
The man simply chuckled more in response. It was more animated this time, he definitely seemed to be developing a greater sense of amusement from the situation. His smirk softened a bit more to the kind of smile someone on the giving end of an inside joke might have.
"So, how is that rivalry of yours going? I suppose this form," the man gestured to himself, "Might make things difficult for you. But surely you haven't forgotten your rivalry? The one that has stuck you in this sorry state?"
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Post by Jilak on Nov 13, 2010 18:58:10 GMT -5
Vlad raised a brow. It was quite the legendary eyebrow quirk, one that would have made Spock proud. But that was beside the point. The point was, his confusion, and thus his rage, was only growing more with each passing second. He mentioned a rivalry, which Vlad... sort of understood. At least, he thought he did. The fellow made a few indications towards himself, which continued to confuse Vlad because he'd never seen him before in his entire life. But his mention of a 'sorry state' is when Vlad decided to speak up.
"Sorry state? Sorry state?! I'm more powerful now than I've ever been! Powerful enough to defeat my rival Danny Phantom and his friends in the span of MOMENTS if not for frequent interference!" Vlad responded, seething. He didn't know who this man was, but he continued to ultimately irritate the halfa. Moreso than even Daniel had ever managed.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 13, 2010 19:15:01 GMT -5
"Almost defeated him? If I recall, the last time you were that confident you only survived due to someone ripping a hole through dimensions!" The yell was not a yell as much as a raised voice. The man's voice seemed to carry laughter to it, but it wasn't effecting how clear he was being, "And more powerful then ever? You're not even a demon and yet you need a host. How is that more powerful?"
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Post by Jilak on Nov 14, 2010 2:50:44 GMT -5
Vlad operated under the assumption, now, that the 'last time' the man before him was referring to was that whole meteorite business. Which, of course, only fuelled Vlad's rage. That was NOT his fault, nor had it been any act of the whelp's. Daniel Fenton had simply gotten LUCKY in his saving of the planet. Had Vlad had his way, he would have saved all of Earth from it, not Danny. But he did have to admit, he'd made a miscalculation. He'd made a mistake, an undeniable one, and being reminded of it bothered him so, so much.
"If you're referring to my most recent exile into space, I assure you, it was a SELF-exile. I made a minor miscalculation and Danny Phantom used his 'connections' to outdo me. If not for having all of the Ghost Zone on his side, he too would have failed. But he was never a threat to me." Vlad responded.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 14, 2010 3:17:37 GMT -5
He gave a greater chuckle at the comments. The man, as it were, really didn't remember! Never a threat was rather laughable as well, but even with the memories and lack of host, it was likely the being before him would have said that. Even as the Demon Lord of Pride, the man seemed a bit over the top. It wasn't as if his pride was founded having been forced into his state by his rival.
"Tell me, Plasmius, have you ever wondered about the circumstances of your state?"
This isn't to say Lucifer had any real knowledge of just what had happened to Plasmius. The facts were he had vanished from a dimension not Heaven, Hell, nor Earth at one point and the one most commonly known as Phantom had seemed to hold responsibility. The facts were that Plasmius was in the body of some human with no apparent knowledge of what had happened to him. In fact, the host seemed to be in control, just with Plasmius' powers. Weakened, but his nonetheless. So he'd worded things in a way that just might get him more details.
Besides, the arrogance the man was expressing was quite soothing, in its own way.
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Post by Jilak on Nov 14, 2010 3:53:40 GMT -5
Vlad paused for a moment. Of course, this man simply had to be goading him on. He knew nothing of the circumstances involved in Vlad getting his ghost abilities. Well, as far as Vlad knew, at least. This put him at a relative bit of ease. He gave a smug smile in response, preparing to recant the tale of how Vlad Masters became Vlad Plasmius.
"Why yes, I do so love telling this tale. Many years ago, in college, I was in love with a Ms. Madeline. She was positively magnificent. Our children would have gone on to be great successes. During this time I was friends with a fellow named Jack Fenton. He was a complete moron, simply leeching off of my scientific prowess. The three of us were all interested in things of the, shall we say... potentially paranormal. So we eventually managed to build a portal to another realm, the, shall we say, 'ghost zone'. That bumbling oaf, Jack, made a mistake, causing it to backfire and fire a bit of ectoplasmic energy at me. I had a bit of what I dubbed 'ecto-acne' for a bit, hospitalizing me for years. During this span, I developed ghost powers, and the acne eventually receded. By the time I was out of the hospital, Jack had married my beloved Maddie. And so, I declared revenge upon him, eventually discovering that his son, Daniel, had also gone through a similar accident. I'm not certain if the ecto-acne was included or not, however." Vlad finished his tale, smug smile never leaving his face.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 14, 2010 4:13:36 GMT -5
The man looked positively bored with the long winded recap of Vlad's backstory. He wasn't interested in any of this, but he let the man have his monologue. He rolled his eyes at several points, and returned real focus to him about the time he finished. He stood there for a few more moments, his body language making it clear he simply hoped the man was done speaking. He then smirked.
"Ah, but why would something like that 'give you powers'? Come now, Plasmius, amnesia is no excuse for stupidity."
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Post by Jilak on Nov 14, 2010 20:28:43 GMT -5
Had this man just insinuated that he was stupid? Had... had this man just insinuated that he was stupid? Under normal circumstances, Vlad would have attacked him then and there, but he did pose an intriguing question. Why had his accident given him powers? To be quite honest, Vlad had been thinking about it in depth since the day it happened, and had finally come up with an acceptable explanation. So of course, he wasn't going to miss the chance to boast.
"Obviously the device worked, and opened a hole to the ghost realm. Jack's mistake caused a discharge of ectoplasmic energy that fused with my DNA, turning me into a half-ghost. I don't expect you to be able to understand the science, but it's there." Vlad responded, keeping his oh so smug smile.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 14, 2010 21:31:11 GMT -5
The enjoyment at the situation was beginning to drop at this point. Plasmius' host was an arrogant fool. While he himself had offen been accused of arrogance for his personality and position, no sane man had ever called him a fool. He took a step forward Vlad and his smug smirk, stopping as soon as Vlad showed an indication of reacting. He gave a dull and somewhat annoyed stare straight into Vlad's eyes.
"Are you really so unaware that you can't even wrest control from this pathetic fool who thinks it is all explainable by mere science? If that's really the case, you're not even worth my attention, nor or ever again."
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Post by Jilak on Nov 21, 2010 19:40:45 GMT -5
Vlad was completely enraged by this point. He'd just been called a 'pathetic fool'. Or... had he? The way the man spoke, he seemed to be holding two different conversations with two different people. As if he was speaking to Vlad without speaking to Vlad. It was odd. It didn't make him any less infuriated, but it was odd. At this, he charged an ectoblast.
"YOU. You have done nothing since interfering and allowing those fools to get away but mock me! I will have no more of it! I'll show YOU which of us is a 'pathetic fool'!" Vlad exclaimed, before releasing.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 21, 2010 20:00:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Godmoded with permission! XD)
The man gave Vlad a dull look at his anger. More pride from the host, more energy for him. It might have been amusing had even his belief that Plasmius could wrest control wasn't fading. He didn't seem the least impressed by the man's attack being charged. He took a step forward at the same instant Vlad released his attack....
And proceeded to swipe it to the side as if he were knocking a foam ball out of his path. A thread of flame had spiralled around his hand as he did so and the distinct smell of brimstone went up in the air as the deflected blast blew a hole in the building to his left, exposing a storage area of some sort. The man didn't even flench as the pieces of bulding flew out, managing to miss him by mere centimeters. He sped up upon clearing the blast explostion and grabbed Vlad by his throat, throwing him to the ground with enough force to leave a dent. He smirked as he looked down at the man.
"You really didn't need to show me it was you," he said, a response to Vlad's last comment before attacking.
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