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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Dec 24, 2012 11:37:17 GMT -5
She dreamed of golden bronze, of ancient darkness and of a Cambodian tomb littered with evil memories. It would be far too clichéd to claim that she dreamt of it every night, but Cassie’s nightmares often brought her to this place. Sometimes, it was the labyrinth, the channels that led down, down, down to the heart of the site. Or they did in reality, but in her nightmares, they led nowhere. She could run and run and run all that she wanted, but she couldn’t ever find the way out. The signs were all messed up. And sometimes it was worse. Because there was a beast somewhere in the dark and, as she fumbled through tunnel after tunnel, she could hear it hunting her. She could hear its breath snuffling nearby or feel it near her though she never saw it.
Sometimes, she thought she heard it breathe her name in an achingly familiar voice.
And that wasn’t even the worst of it. Gods no, because weird nightmares about dark places and long lost boyfriends? Cassie could cope with those. It was scary at the time, but she knew it wasn’t real. It wasn’t going to happen. She knew the way through those catacombs like the back of her hand.
Those were the dreams that scared her. The ones that began with her walking through the channels as if she knew them. The ones that continued with her entering that vast, vast chamber with the waterfalls of bronze and the endless tunnels, then had her struggle with Diesel as she tried to peel the mask from him. Picking up the bracelets. Putting them on. The mask fleeing Diesel and coming to her, while she laughed and laughed, her arms stretched out. It came to her. Floating between the two. And then she told it.
"You could tell when I put them on, right?” She declared, one armoured hand on her hip, the other gesturing. Confident, powerful, smirking as she told the ancient armour how it was. "You knew, didn’t you? That I’m stronger. I’m smarter. You’re better off with me.”
For a moment, it looked at her. Thinking. And then it came for her. Just as it really had.
There was pain: screaming, shrieking, aching pain that tore at her nerves until there was just the Armour. The Silent Armour. With as much will as she could muster up, she forced it back until it was quiet in her head. And then she reached to help Diesel up, while Cassie screamed inside her own head. She could only watch him push her away, screaming that it was his, demanding that she give it back.
And the dream ended with her smirking, telling him that he’d always been too weak for this – and that it was hers. And then she snapped his neck, tossing Diesel’s broken corpse into the liquid metal. Then she woke up, panting and drenched in a cold sweat.
For a long moment, Cassie just lay there, doing her best to make her breathing settle out. Then, scowling furiously, she rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.
Once she’d cleaned herself up, the blonde drew on tracksuit pants and a t-shirt, before dragging her hair back in a loose ponytail. And then she stomped out, heading for the gym. It was always a good way to work out stress, she’d found, to go down there and wreck the joint. Or at least break a few bags.
In the early morning, it was usually empty as well, which was just how she liked it. And it was why Cassie was already reaching for the lights when she realised they were already on. And then she realised that there was already someone there, that someone being the last Titan she wanted to see there. Her eyes narrowed, fists clenching hard at her sides.
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Post by eddie on Feb 16, 2013 14:15:39 GMT -5
Sometimes even Edward Bloomberg found himself in the bowels of Hell, the one place he never wanted to see for as long as he could avoid it. He had a year and half before he had to give up his soul to Neron. Sometimes he dreamed that it was already time, that some how time had slipped away from him and he was at Neron’s feet, on his knees his hands chained behind his back and his gold glowing eyes licking with fire as he stared up the wish maker, the demon who had given him what he asked for at a price he just couldn’t pay.
His mouth gagged by a metal mouth piece that allowed his flames to spit out of the sides and the spike covered little holes in the front. He’d usually be zapped of his strength, his arms heavy and his head forced to stay up straight even as his neck protested the strict posture. He’d be unable to look away from Neron as he stood from his throne and squatted down to look him in the eyes, his massive hand curling into his long white hair and gripping at the back of his neck. “You have failed Eddie Bloomberg” his words trickled into his ears as he looked into the Lord of the Demon’s glowing eyes.
“Your aunt’s soul is mine and now so is yours,” the words came whispered into his ear as he watched the demon start to strip away his powers a little bit at a time, watching as the red skin was ripped away and leaving pink abused, but very much human skin in it’s wake, as he started at his left arm and went up. He couldn’t stop the screams that came up at the pain that this sort of slow ministrations took.
These dreams weren’t very frequent, but when they happened they left him terribly angry, raw and with a need to fight, a need that often left him doing his best to cool off and get control else where. Usually Cassie was in the gym and he did his best to avoid her, but no not tonight. He needed the gym to need to hit something real was too strong.
He brushed silver strands from the sweat soaked area of his forehead and he looked at himself in the mirror, red muscles straining as he gripped the counter tightly with his black claw-like nails. He took another deep breath to attempt to calm himself and he frowned when it didn’t work and his fist went flying to the mirror and he barely tapped it at the last moment stilling his violent movements as he pulled on a pair of black shorts that went just half way down his upper leg, curling around his muscular thighs and not coming near his knees to irritate him with loose fabric, not this was more an under armor type of material that hugged his frame and didn’t catch fire at his heightened body temperature.
He left his room having to make himself use careful moments so he didn’t slam the door open or closed and wake anyone. He didn’t want to deal with anyone, he was in a dangerous place and he knew it. He moved through the darkened hallways not bothering with any lights until he hit the room and flicked on the lights by the door. A good sign that the place was empty was that the lights were off and he didn’t see anyone here, or scent that anyone had been here for a couple hours.
He moved for the punching bag and took a few good, but very raw swings at the bag full of sand. His attention caught on what he was doing, he didn’t hear anyone approaching till, he heard the hissed words of a voice he was far too familiar with and had no desire to see at all. Eddie turned his body moving to look at the doorway and the blonde who stood there glaring at him.
Her look enraged him, who was she to think she owed the place, she didn’t he had just as much right to be here as she did.
“Yeah me, you got a problem with that?” he demanded his hands curled into fists at his side and his tail lashing side to side like an angry dog as his golden eyes stared her down.
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Feb 21, 2013 18:02:23 GMT -5
Cassie had stepped into the gym wearing a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Simple, ordinary clothing, just the sort of plain gear to wear when she’d just grabbed whatever was closest and whatever worked for beating her nightmares out of her head. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, she looked casual, normal, just a girl there to punch a bag, work out some troubles maybe. Just an ordinary girl. But at the sight of Eddie Bloomberg, all that disappeared in a single beat of her heart, a single beat that drove the weariness from her mind and sent red rage screaming through her veins. The Armour, already restive, already tense from the nightmares its host had suffered, snapped to full attention faster than any human could react. It was spurred by the foul taint that this one brought with him wherever he went, and it acted to protect both itself and its host.
And so Cassie’s ponytail broke loose of its confinement, the tie snapping to let the golden-blonde waves flow free over her broad shoulders. That was nothing though next to the other changes that had swept over her. The blood red bodysuit was there, of course, its creases gleaming with the ember-light of a thousand dying stars. That was normal, common, nothing out of the ordinary for the sudden flare of anger. But the Armour, the gods-forged bronze that shielded her, that was far beyond the normal state of Cassie’s garb. A girdle of it looped around her waist, resting on her hips and at the small of her back. Then there was the half-breastplate and the segmented armour that protected her shoulders and her neck, rising up into a tiara, holding her hair back. More of it shielded her arms in a lopsided fashion, and the boots were as ever.
Next to the young demon-boy in his shorts, she was a demi-goddess, her raiment literally unearthly even as her eyes burnt with a fury that was daemonic in its intensity. At first, it had just been resentment. Then it had been frustration. And the two with the parasitic thing wedded to her soul and the claws-on-a-blackboard sensation that it brought had kindled that into wrath, which in turn had brought the Armour out to play.
The fire was only fuelled by his comment, his attempt to stare her down and his demeanour – to say nothing of the line he threw her, one that instantly brought a previous conversation to her mind as well as the reply she’d thrown in his face then.
This time though? This time, there was no Red to stand in the way. This time, Cassie pointedly cracked her knuckles, her blue eyes meeting his golden ones without a hint of fear or anything other than that boiling, blinding rage. "Yeah, I have a problem,” The young powerhouse growled. "Too bad for you. Now scram before I rip that tail off and choke you to death with it.”
It had to be said that Cassie had, in her anger, forgotten that she was blocking the doorway even if Kid Devil had any intention of leaving. That might be because she was far more interested in provoking him into a fight so that she could level him. Her lips curled into a snarl as she waited for him to make his mind up.
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Post by eddie on Mar 9, 2013 12:27:08 GMT -5
His glowing eyes narrowed and he blew out a little smoke from his nose as he huffed in response to her words as she said she had a problem with him, he didn't mind that, because the feeling was mutual, he had a problem with her too and he wasn't about to back down this time. Her berating had continued nipping at him for weeks and he had finally had enough.
He wasn't going to take the high road anymore, even if he wanted to right now it was not going to happen. Something had shifted, woken up inside him and his inner demon was ready to play, ready to fight. He wanted her blood, he wanted to watch her bleed by his hands. He wanted her to scream in agony.
He frowned slightly as his own train of thoughts before shaking his head and chuckling slightly to himself. Eyes closing for only a moment before he looked back at her, his glowing gold eyes seeming for a moment to take on a more intense stare as he took a deep breath before exhaling a small little ball of fire at her feet, that was merely a warning shot, he wouldn't be missing next time. He was done toying with her.
"Let's take Red's advice for once."
He leered at her sharp point teeth exposed as he watched her with a predatory look, it was though Eddie Bloomberg was gone and in his place was sort of animal, as though the boy had a strange alter ego that no one knew about, which you could throw this one into that category quite easily.
Kid Devil merely growled at her threat to kill him, that was almost humorous consider he was basically already dead in the next few months anyway. His long red tail lashed side to side behind him as he stared her down.
"You wanna rumble blondie, let's go."
The taunting words left his lips and hung in the air between them, as his lips curled up on a predatory grin, this kid seemed to be all over the place, but who cared. He seemed to be rearing for a fight and that was what the tension between them was, it was time to let it out.
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