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Ira stood in the middle of the Necropolis, eyeing the enormous organ that sat against the wall, scenes of carnage engraved into the ebony body and painted onto the enormous tubes that reached up to the ceiling. Ira stroked his beard and stepped forward, his enormous trench coat flowing behind him as his multitudes of chains clinked and jingled. He examined the instrument closer, the keys were made from a strange ivory, human bone, perhaps? Ira wasn't sure. He sat on the elegant and fearsome stool and ran his fingers over the keys, finding the chord he wanted to hear, and he pressed, the instrument hummed a deep and rumbling sound. Ira closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
All he wanted at the moment was someone else to play with, sexually and musically.
The deep chord was changed and Ira unleashed a mighty howl from his throat, in tune with the chord, only an octave higher, his shrill cry spoke no words, and as he began playing up a rhythm from the enormous instrument his brain began cycling through lyrics to sing. He found the words, his voice dropped from the high scream to a lower register.
"I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you decided to call.." He started.
Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Jan 6, 2014 14:57:48 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
Envy needed to get out of the house, it was getting closer and closer to the anniversary of her birth, and beyond that, she was also anxious about the various twist and turns her life had taken over the past year. See, each year on her birthday, she went to the Necropolis and she attempted to in some way, shape, or form discuss the past year with her Father. It was a private affair and one that not even her own beloved Reaver knew about, and yet it was also one that brought about a lot of uncertainty and worry within the Kakai of Envy. She did not know if he would ever answer, and if he did, it was always that day when she had turned in for sleep. So far, she had no reason to think that it would be anything bad this year, seeing as she had done an impeccable job of pretty much anything she set her mind to. Yet, there were failures and those were what she marked her worth with far more than her accomplishments. In fact, her failures were essentially what defined her, and therefore she could not help but be concerned he would be calling for her head if he did respond to her words.
A slight sigh, shaking her head as she released a slow, heavy breath into the cold air. A small cloud of white mist forming and soon evaporating into the soft breeze that whipped around her. A few long pink strands of hair blown over her shoulder would whip across her face, though it was not long before a delicate hand had swept them back and put them into place behind her ear. Today's attire was a bit different than what she usually wore, but then it was cold...very cold. A fact that was shown by the ice that had formed over many of the plants and upon the ground outside. A black beanie pulled down over her head, she also wore a pair of skin tight jeans and a long sleeved, black sweater beneath the protective layer of her black leather jacket with the white fur lined collar....So yeah, overall it was on track with the style that she was accustomed, just not quite as sexy as she would have liked. Not that you could tell that by the reaction she had gotten from her Reaver as she had prepared to leave the house this evening. But then, he always thought she was the most striking thing imaginable.
Smile crossing her lips at the very thought, she would glance up from where her boots were making soft crunching noises upon the ground, to find herself standing outside of the last place she actually thought she would be tonight. The Necropolis. She had honestly just been out to get out, to go for a walk and to clear her head, and yet somehow, her feet had betrayed her and led her here. A soft bite given to her lower lip, blue eyes shifting to look toward the large double doors which led inside. For a moment, she debated upon simply turning around and heading in the other direction, but before she could fully make up her mind to do so, a sound would come from within that sparked her interest.
To date, she did not know many who hung out here. Hybris of course, as he lived here and Dys to her understanding...beyond that, perhaps Patience but that had only been once and when she was hiding from that idiot Reaver she had slept with. So...who could it be and what exactly were they playing? Her brow furrowing as the music took on a very funeral like tone, something she knew only thanks to that record player she had found many years ago. Now..she knew she shouldn't have been investigating such things...but with nothing else to do and with Gavin somewhere nearby, lurking in the shadows and undoubtedly waiting for her to summon him...something he often did that she simply did not mention knowing...she found no reason not to. Besides, with the date of her birth drawing near, she could use all the chances to earn a few more points in her Father's eyes.
Slowly, footsteps would carry her forward and to the double doors, gloved hand reaching out and pressing it open as she slowly stepped inside. Her brows instantly rising as they fell upon the figure playing, slightly taken aback by his freakish appearance. Honestly, what the hell had happened to this Overmind that he would walk around in this world looking like that? Did he realize his ears were misshapen and that he lacked hair in the normal places a person should have them? All good and valid questions in her mind...especially seeing as you could pretty much look however you wished with Father's permission.
Clearly he must have angered Father and was sent here looking like this as punishment.
Her own thought sending a bit of ease through her. Of course, that had to be it. It made perfect sense and yet it set her nerves on edge all the more as she really let it set in, causing her hand to move to her hair, petting and tugging on it softly. If...If Father got that angry with her...She...She would die! Horror apparent in her emotions as she shifted, momentarily forgetting about the door which slammed shut, rather loudly, behind her...causing her to jump as she winced and reluctantly turned back to the other Overmind who was playing. No going back now.
Ira's bald head turned to the door as it slammed, he didn't stop playing, even as his eyes drifted over the small figure with pink hair standing at the door, a very familiar shape, and a shape Ira would have liked to have been much more familiar with.
"And here I sit, Hand on the telephone. Hearing a voice I've known A couple of lightyears ago, Headed straight for a fall.." He continued to sing as he tried to work out who this gorgeous little creature was. By the way she played with her hair, which was speckled by snowflakes, and the look of horror etched into her face he guessed she was taken aback by the fact that he was bald. He smirked.
"Well we both know what memories can bring They bring Diamonds and Rust.." The lyrics were oddly fitting for the situation. She the diamonds and he the rust, it was unintentional, but he smiled all the same, engrossed in his music.
"Yes we both know what memories can bring they bring diamonds and rust!" His voice rose to a high wail on the last syllable before returning to normal for the next verse.
"Now I see you standing all around, snow in your hair.." He frowned and stopped. Now that was bizarre. He had written these lyrics a while ago, and they were very oddly fitting.
It suddenly snapped in him who this woman was, the Kakai of Envy! He knew very well who she was, and stood from the stool immediately to give a slight bow.
"Miss Envy, it is an honour to meet you in the flesh. I have heard lots about you." Now, normally Ira was not one for formalities, but in the presence of a Kakai he knew better than to be rude.
Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Feb 4, 2014 17:50:15 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
Why was he still singing? He had seen her here and yet here was still belting it out as if his life depended upon it. Her brow arching as he sung about snow in hair and whatever else it was he was singing on about. She really wasn't paying attention, not once her eyes had settled upon that balding head of his and the fear of such backlash from her Father had set in. Her hands still protectively petting her hair and cradling those long locks in close, as if at any moment they would be snatched away from her.
Eventually, he would quit singing though and opt instead for speaking. A soft tone echoing through the Necropolis as he greeted her, making it clear that he knew just who she was. Good. She had not seen any other women running around with pink hair...if her reputation had not preceded her by now, it never would. "Good." She nodded, taking a step forward as she ran her tongue slowly against her lips, finally loosening the grip on her hair. Her eyes running over his figure, she would take in more of his appearance now, noting the small details and making a mental note to discuss such atrocities with Gavin whenever she got home. There was just something so...unnatural about it all. "And you are?" Trying to focus, her eyes once more meeting his own as she came to a stop, folding her arms over her chest and remaining silent.
Post by Ira Curzela on Feb 11, 2014 22:16:40 GMT -4
"Ira Curzela, unfortunately I haven't got the reputation as you do, Miss Envy." He smiled and took a step forward away from the organ and towards Envy, non-threateningly, of course. Ira didn't want to threaten such a powerful being.
"Do you enjoy music, miss Envy?" Ira smiled. The way she clutched at her hair amused him, he was aware of his hairlessness, he enjoyed it, it made the experience for some a whole lot less pleasant. And it took less effort to clean.
He wanted her badly, his sin stirred within him, yet he suppressed it and he would not let it get the better of him, not with her. Father would surely destroy him for bringing harm to one of his favourites.
Favourite. Ira thought bitterly to himself. He was well aware that he was not one of the favoured.