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| Grave Diver; [p] Salem | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 23 2009, 04:29 AM (111 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Mar 23 2009, 04:29 AM Post #1 |
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Ahhh, how sweet the stench of rot and decay. If Teddy could even smell such things. But his ties to the physical world were lost. He had nothing that he could do about such things. But he still found the site of other dead people an attractive place to be. It's only draw back would be the fact that there was no one there to annoy. Rather he found fun in a game he called grave diving, which could last for hours if he messed up and even spit him out on the opposite side of the world. Not very fun when the occasional slip up happened. To give a basis for how it works, you jump into a grave. The loose dirt hasn't got the amount of concentrated magic required to keep Teddy from slipping through, so he dives down. The rest of it is up to luck and a bit of skill. He has to angle his body just right after so much falling to curve back up and reappear. His fastest run was 7 meters away from dive point in about 4 seconds. His worst run shot him out of the other side of the earth after about a month of traveling. Today he was taking extra care, but still enjoying to sport to the fullest. There was a great amount of graves to choose from. About a square mile of area and over a hundred thousand graves! He could only wonder what they were there for. But he didn't care. So he dived into one grave. Pressure, from the magic that kept him from slipping through the ground, crushed around him. This was a particularly easy grave. It was pretty damn old. He glided up, crashing noiselessly and crashlessly through the surface of the earth to land back down on solid earth. He could only wonder why everyone didn't grave dive... |
 
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| Salem Xavier | Mar 23 2009, 08:22 AM Post #2 |
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Oh, so many graves, all lined up in such nice, neat rows. How inviting they seemed, how cozy, comfy little niches of peace. Death. Salem would never experience it, that much she knew. Many a day she'd spend contemplating it, how it would be. Would all thought, everything be lost in that grave? Did she even want death? No. No it was far too enjoyable to drain the life from those that actually deserved death. Far too inviting to prey on the living than to dwell among the dead. For centuries she'd stalked graves, and for centuries she had placed mortals in them, more than likely some of her very own victims lay before her, restless in their tombs, eager to seek vengeance on their murderer. Oh well, they'd never stand a chance anyway. How still everything was, the air hardly breathing around her, the leaves hardly rusting in the trees above, no animal nor man brave enough to walk among the dead, except Salem. For she was, quite technically, dead herself, her heart beating only by habit, her chest heaving only in remembrance. In all reality she was not much more than the skeletons asleep beneath her small form, which now so easily perched atop a grave marker, her knees propped up beneath her chin, resting, watching. Countless nights such as these she'd spent in this environment, raising then dead, much as she did now. Oh how she loved to watch them meander about, lifeless, mindless, listening to her every word, her every will. Crimson eyes focused on a pile of dirt, the blanket to yet another lost one beneath her. Her pale arm stretched out, black nails shining in the night. With her palm up, her lips murmured, whispered out an incantation in a tongue only those of old understood. Shadowy, black lace, curling tendrils sprouted from the very grave she gazed upon, the ground rustling as that which she called forth rose, dilapidated, crumbling, crushed and broken, from the earth. From its very core it moaned, the pain of rebirth wracking its body, before stumbling around, tumbling on leaves and dirt, arms stretched out, eyes hardly seeing before it. It waited for Salem's demands, waited for her command to be issued. She said nothing, remained silent, watching the dead walk before her, the dead sprout to life again, wondering if this was how she appeared to others, a shell, a lifeless being to be controlled. No, surely not? The night continued much as this, hardly an event stirring her peace, her contemplation, as frame after frame of crumbling, decaying skeletons fumbled around her, one after the other, living out their incantational life, before deceasing, back into their graves, or in some cases, only near to their shadowy homes. Oh yes, the vampiress glowed with delight at never sharing their fate. Never would she die. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 26 2009, 08:27 AM Post #3 |
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Of course, every time he found silent sanctuary, someone came along. This woman was of the oddest type. He turned his opaqueness down as far as possible, only a slight shimmer. He crouched behind a grave stone that was a matter of feet away from this woman. He could no longer describe beauty. If she was, he did not know. She was doing a really cool trick, summoning dead corpses that wandered around, no orders bestowed to them. He found it rather entertaining. He wondered... He bolted and jumped into it's skin. The action caused it distress and it moaned and thrashed about. But he could not take control. But he could go along for the ride. It stood kind of still. He didn't know. He couldn't register it's movements either. He eventually slipped out of it and went back behind his tombstone. How to approach? He turned up his opaqueness to full and stood. He wore a black duster that went down past his ankles. He had black under garments, a red glass mask and a top hat. His gloves were red and so were his pointed and curled red shoes. He walked through the tomb stone and towards the visitor. "I bid ye welcome to the place of kings." He stated, waving his hand around. For these men, all of them, dead royalty. Whether indirectly related or other wise. It was quite easy to dive through these, for they had silk in the dirt, to make it more elegant. It also made it a lot easier to dive through. |
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| Salem Xavier | Apr 26 2009, 07:23 AM Post #4 |
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Up roved her eyes at the sound, the sickening moaning emanating from her risen corpse. She continued to watch it, curious as to it's apparent pain, confused at its dead state still feeling... She shrugged, eyes still watching it flail about, panicked. No,s he did not jump or start as the ghost approached her, drifting through the tombstone. It was curious, and rather humorous, however, to meet a ghost in a place such as this. Expected, yes, and humorous. For a ghost, he was quite handsome, and surely, had she been alive, Salem would have turned up her charm, worked her magic on him, and would have no doubt gone home with this man. But no, the ethereal lured her little, proving to be the least bit of what she wanted to attract. To his words she listened, only half interested. She was aware of this place, knowledgeable of its contents. Rulers of old, her predecessors. She had previously wandered through the graves, attempting to remember the times of old, the rulers, their rulings, etc, etc. In all honesty, she didn't care much for them, never had and never would. Though whether it be their mortality, or the fact that she'd never rest in this very cemetery, she couldn't be sure. The vampiress stood, her raven skirts blowing about her in the slightest of breezes. She jumped from atop her grave marker, falling to the ground with a 'thud'. At the sound, all of her previous summons fell, crumbled, back to the ground, dead. She stalked toward him, he arms trailing behind her, her gait a kind of dance, a sort of skip. She danced around him, his glowing, ethereal from more intriguing than anything she'd before seen. Her eyes remained fixed on him as around his form her body stalked, her boots crunching along the grass, along the soil and skeletons littered about. She'd surely made a mess of the cemetery, but that held little of her concern at the moment. No, this ghost held her attention, held her gaze. "Thanks, dear, but I'm quite sure I've been here before. The name's Salem. I trust that I'm...not the one that did that to you, eh?" That red mask hid him from her, keeping, for the most part, his identity a secret. Oh how her mind roamed, wandered. How her eyes watched. |
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| Deleted User | May 1 2009, 10:12 AM Post #5 |
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"Well... unless yer name is Johnny Boy and you been the one that shoved a pine cone half way down me throat, I'm thinking you got notin' to worry 'bout. Name's Teddy. Teddy Williams." She was doing some kind of skip about him earlier. A queer thing to be doing, skipping around dead men, but what ever floated people's boat. It was painfully obvious that she was an undead mistress. He kept his lips ever so tightly sealed. His Southern drawl wished to speak out and make a comment of the rudest sorts. But then she would probably get huffy and ruin his company. When he looked back to the dead person, it was a heap on the ground. Ok. So now he had her for company. So much for chilling with other kindred spirit. He turned his head, but not his body, keeping a steady gaze upon the woman. He was glad that the mask could not be taken off. Or he had made no previous attempt. Good thing no one could touch him or the mask. They would find it very hard to get their hands upon him. He took a step. A wrong step at that. He sunk one of his legs into a grave, all the way up to his crotch. "Hmmm." He mused aloud, before tipping over and falling all the way through. He took a short dive, before coming up short and through a tree. Bad move. He would have to follow the branch to the end and squeeze out. "Stupid... Fecking... Earth... Magic..." He squeezed through and landed not far away from his original position. Only a few feet. "Sorry 'bout that." He lazily passed through her and back to his original placing, a flat ground with no graves around. He was more careful, staying near the middle. |
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