Decapitator

"Why am I here, what year is this? Last I remember, all was darkness..." ____________________________ Rest now, my ＷＡＲＲＩＯＲ… Rest now, your hardship is over… Live… Wake up! And let the c l o a k of life cℓιηg to your bones… ＷＡＫＥ ＵＰ! (( Independant roleplay blog for Dusk the Decapitator. Also known as Decapitare in history. Right Hand warrior of Vlad The Impaler. Revived and alive for reasons yet unknown. ))

[thewclfman]

Jack’s eyes flickered down to the coin. The province of the Eastern European country had little to do with him at the moment, but in time he’d find himself stuck in those very mountains that would lead to the death of a very close and dear friend by the name of Quincey P Morris.

“Perhaps I will see you soon, dear lady,” Jack answered deliberately ignoring her warrior like demeanor and placing her back down to the rank of a simple lady in waiting.

“Good day.”

[thedecapitare]

The warrior gave a grumble of irritation and discontent, casting one final sharp gaze towards this doctor of sorts, before turning and leaving entirely. Straight out of the building and onto the streets.

They would get the information that was required, one way or another...

[little-prince-vlad-deactivated2]

Another Evening Sneak Out

[little-prince-vlad-deactivated2]

Giggling he nodded standing on his toes to level with her. “I will be taller than you, or the same at least!” Coming back down he took her hand and led her to the back where a carpet of dry flat flowers were see. “This is my collection!” Beams proud of his work. 

[thedecapitare]

It was adorable how he tried to be as tall as her in tip toes, making Amurg giggle out loud. The giggle was cut short when being tugged along to the back of Vlad’s hide away cave. Upon seeing the flattened and dried flowers, the young warrior knelt down to inspect them. “Oooh wow! These are nicely pressed and very colorful! I like your collection! Heehee... We better make sure no one finds this place, otherwise your drawings and flowers might not be here any more.”

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“I’ll get taller than you!” Pouts. “I won’t be short forever! I’ll grow.” Smiling he nudged the girl gently. “Come on, this cave isn’t really deep. In the day you can see what’s inside. I brought some plants here to collect and let dry. Wanna see?” 

[thedecapitare]

Another laugh, and this time accompanied by Amurg gently ruffling Vlad’s hair. “Taller than me~? Haha, we’ll have to wait and see!” She joked, before giving a gentle nod and motioning forwards. “All right, then lead the day! I’ll follow. Show me more of this save haven grotto of yours!”

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Beaming the boy bowed as if he finished a performance. “I’m glad you like it! It’s your after all.”  Placing the chalk in a crevice of two rocks filled with other chalk the boy walked over to her to measure their heights. “You’re already taller than me.” Pouts crossing his arms. “Aren’t you lucky.” 

[thedecapitare]

Giving a gentle snicker at his bow, Amurg crossed her arms over her chest calmly. And when Vlad came closer, they let one eyebrow perk upwards as he sized them both up together. Before giving a wide and bright smile. “Heehee, I am aren’t I~? Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get taller too. But will you ever get taller than me, that is the question!”

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Giggles grabbing a chalk to start drawing Amurg on the wall. Reaching up to draw her on the wall the boy chuckled. I’m gonna always remember you Amurg, you’ll be by my side after all!” Smiles towards the girl finishing up the drawing. “How is it.. It’s you!” 

[thedecapitare]

Watching as Vlad went about drawing what looked like her on the wall, she let out a laugh, hands on her hips. And when he was finished and asked how it was, the young warrior lifted both gloved hands and clapped in approval. “I love it! I will be by your side and make that drawing last forever! Well.. .I’ll probably get taller but, you know what I mean.”

[thewclfman]

Jack opened the door of his office and waited for her to step outside. Anger was boiling inside of him, but he kept his features calm and pleasant. A trick that he had learned over the years of being in the company of lunatics that could snap at any given moment.

“Wallachian or not, this is my hospital and as so you are on my time,” he answered, losing every ounce of civility he had held prior to what he had taken as a threat, “I am a very busy man. Leave your name and a way to contact you with my receptionist. Please.”

[thedecapitare]

While the warrior had respect for this man and his ability to remain as calm as possible despite the very clear spark of anger in his eyes, it did little to quell her own irritation. However, this was a man that dealt with Madness on a daily basis, couldn’t blame him for such a moody state.

Releasing a deep breath and low grunted grumble, she removed a coin from her person. Placing it gently on the Doctor’s desk. Golden, with Vlad The Impaler’s face on one side, and the emblem of The Order Of The Dragon on the other. Payment or something to remember. With that, she walked out of the office without complaint.

“Pay for your time. I will be seeing you again I hope. On much better terms. Have a good day, Englishman.”

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[bluenerdette]

Slowing her pace to take a look back at her follower, Vivi pushes on. “It’s just up here.” Her reply goes over her shoulder to the figure behind her as she turns a corner, hand reaching into her pocket to take out a small ring of keys, favoring one between her index finger and thumb. Her gait stops at a brick wall inlet with an old oak door with an overhead sign that reads “The Tome Tomb”. Keys jingling as she pushes into the lock, the door slides open with a creak, followed by the lights flicking on as she heads over to the front desk.  

“I didn’t mean to be rude, but I figured privacy would be the best route. People can get a little nosy.” The bluenette’s voice was muffled and strained as she disappeared behind a pile of books, appearing half a second later with a chair. She had never considered if the warrior could sit with all the armor they adorned but she still motioned for Amurg to take a seat. The young woman gently places the book on the desk, eyeing its pages in wonderment. 

“First, I must ask, do you know what this is? Or in the very least, does it look familiar at all?” She asks pushing the tome towards Dusk. “It was a rather odd find. Amazing it was in our shelves at all, seeing as how it’s handwritten.” 

[thedecapitare]

Following a woman with strangely colored hair would have been unheard of back in the day... Would have had a far different outcome. But, in a strange and changed world, called for strange trust and changes in instinct. Despite how it had the warrior on edge and nerves tense. Thankfully however, the destination was not far, as the other, this Vivi, rounded a corner and to a strangely out of place door... The Tome Tomb...? What kind of place was this? A grave site? Undertakers home...?

No, it was neither of these, nor what was an even worse thought. Walking inside and as the lights came on, this place was a sort of library, or text store. Old books and other such reading materials scattered about. This was not a dangerous location, and allowed the battle ready individual to ease down. Just a little. “Mm... This is true, some can stick their noses into things they should not.” Amurg agreed, shifting past a few books here and there. Being careful of the bulking armor.

As the chair was presented and offered, the taller woman paused a moment. Glancing it over, before cautiously taking a seat. Moving the sword and dagger filled belt to be more comfortable. and of course, careful not to break the object she sat in. Making it creak, but managing to sit none the less... Those sharp eyes now resting upon Vivi as she spoke, before looking down at the book that was pushed over. And it got an almost instant reaction. Body tensing up, clawed gauntlets curling against the armored legs. “... I do recognize it, yes. As well as the handwriting... Why.” Was some some sort of trick.

[thewclfman]

Jack’s keen eyes did not miss the hand upon the weapon, but he made no move to shy away. This was his hospital, if anything were to happen this warrior would be locked away in a padded cell and stripped of all humanly privileges.

“If you are trying to threaten me, I am afraid to tell you that it will not work,” he pushed passed his guest, “I’ll see to it that you get your words in to my patient soon enough, but it will not be today, and it will not be tonight. I suggest you find a place to stay because it may be awhile before I decide to let someone that is threatening me see one of my patients.”

[thedecapitare]

Threaten? Oh dear, perhaps the hand on the weapon had been interpreted incorrectly. That was not at all the intention, and actually got an eyebrow to slightly move upwards. And when Seward did push past, the armored individual moved aside.

“Threat was not my intention, sir. I assure you. I am unsure about your patient truly being someone I search for, or would help me find my goal, but I thank you none the less. Very well... I will be staying near by and come by very soon... It is not wise to make a Wallachian wait too long, Physician. I merely ask for a few minutes at most. I shant bring injury to your patients when you do allow me to see, or when you are willing to speak to me your self.”

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[little-prince-vlad-deactivated2]

Hopping up to the drawings on the walls he beamed. “They’re all the people I’ve encountered with. You’re gonna be on here too!” Points to one with poofy hair. “That’s papa!” Points to another with pointed ears. “That’s Crystallin.. and and…” Hopes to the other side of the walls pointing to a man in a hood, a young man in a butler’s uniform, another person and a few other images. “They’re all my friends! Everyone here is someone I met and like!” 

[thedecapitare]

Amurg followed along with Vlad’s showing hands and excited words. Giggling a bit in amusement. He was just so happy, it was catching! So much different than what the young warrior was usually around. Almost stifling when she was with mentors and trainers. This was much different. 

“That’s so kind! I love it. We all need ways to remember those we meet. I keep journals and such. But I’ll have to work on my drawing, heehee. You’re better than I am right now.”

[darkness-i-became]

The heavy accent with which she spoke only further pulled from him memories of the past, of a time he had worn the mantle of Impaler, surrounded by battle and blades clashing. When wars had been fought by blade and not gun, when a single loyal sword could turn the tides of even the grimmest situations. One would think after centuries it would be easy to forget, yet memories lingered clearly, features that seemed to have stepped from them onto the street before him. 

He did not miss the way she flinched, a sudden tension in back and shoulders as her eyes examined him in turn. What was she looking for, he wondered. Hers was not the curious nor casual gaze with which most would regard him. It was studious and focused, the eyes of a warrior so rare in these days.

“It is unique,” Vlad commented in turn, time and practice in foreign languages dulling the edge of an accent still present if one listening. “Looks well made, with a skill that is dying in this day and age. I would be curious where you found a smith that still possesses such skill. As well as from where the design was drawn. Do you know perchance? History is quick to forget, but there was a very skilled warrior in Wallachia who wore armour just as yours. Centuries ago, of course.” 

[thedecapitare]

The information of which he knew was... Accurate, to be sure. Almost too accurate. It was enough to make the mildly confused warrior tense up, in a prepared action. But no intention of acting out. Merely instinct, from years of battle and child hood training. Eyes swiftly locking back onto the man standing across from her, an image from the past. Either this was a strange descendant, some hallucination, or it truly was whom she believed.

With a deep breath, the hand upon that leather belt that held a row of daggers, and one sword, lifted upwards. “The smith... Sadly, is no longer of this world, has not been for some time, if what I have seen and heard are true fact. While history can forget, and conveniently forget aspects of forgotten years, there are those that will remember.“ The clawed gauntlet curled fingers inwards into a tight fist. “The design, was meant to intimidate, as well as show the man I once served loyally.”

The hand dropped back to her belt, hand gently resting over a handle of one of her daggers. The design of this dagger was much different than the others. Longer, and straight. The sheath had steel and gold inlaid, with on the handles bottom, the pommel, a blood red ruby was shown. This small weapon far different than the rest. “As a reward, I was given a special weapon in return. A sign of trust and friendship. I sadly do not believe such work can be repeated in this day, should you be wishing to procure a copy.”

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Another Evening Sneak Out

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Smiles  squeezing the other’s hand. “Thank you.” Giggling he smiled that his friend had a place to stay. “I was worried that you didn’t have a proper place to stay, I’m glad.” Stands tugging Amurg up. “Even if you didn’t have a home.. I want to show you something.” Tugging her along the boy led her to a cave that had drawings along the walls. A used fire pit at the center and logs around it. In the corner of the cave were several blankets. “This could have been your home… You can come here anytime you want!” 

[thedecapitare]

When being tugged up, the young knight almost stumbled a moment. But Vlad was just so bubbly, happy to have Amurg as a friend, that the warrior felt it catching. Cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much, not that she cared of course. And gladly followed along after the other boy, a spring in her step. Upon discovery of the cave, those brown eyes gazed around in curiosity, taking in everything carefully. “Wow... This is a cool secret spot!” Turning her head, she grinned towards Vlad. “If I ever need anywhere to hide or stay, I’ll remember this! Thank you! What are these drawings, though? The ones on these walls?”

[darkness-i-became]

She was impossible to miss; none dressed as she did any longer. The golden armour, the helmet a design he had not seen in centuries, this woman looked as though she had stepped from a time centuries in his past. That alone would have called his attention, but so too did her features, familiar as they were and tracing the face of one who had long been dead. If there was some kind of historical exhibit nearby, this actress did not realize to what credit she did the one she represented.

“One doesn’t see armour like yours everyday,” Vlad answered, unfazed by the sharpness of her tone. If anything that she’d taken note of his presence was the more intriguing. When it came to blending with the shadows of the night, few could best a vampire. “It is a style of armour that is known to me, where did you get it?”

[thedecapitare]

The way that small hairs could stand on end, that strange chill in the air. Not many would notice it, but someone that was so hyper aware, so very much trained to always keep their senses open on a battle field - could pick up on such small changes in their immediate surroundings... even more so, when that sort of unnatural feeling was mildly familiar. Like a far off memory or distant dream from nights long passed... But what was even more strange, was how well it was picked up upon, how prominent. Never has that been so obvious.

That sound, those vocals, so very well known .It was enough to make the knight flinch in place, shoulders snapping back and almost at full attention, as if on instinct. With the words he spoke, it made goose bumps crawl up the back of the brunette’s neck. And so, the response was postponed for a couple moments, looking the man up and down. Taking in every feature. It was almost a look alike, but... Not quite. Less stubble, somewhat different hair - and of course the clothing was far more... Common, casual, as compared to once upon a time.

“... I acquired this from Wallachian smiths, smelting iron and steel with gold plating. Leather under armor tailored to my form as well.” The accent was thick, R’s rolled off the tongue and vowels strengthened. All the while, still taking into account his looks. A bit eerie.