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Post by Gambit on Dec 3, 2008 11:43:46 GMT -4
Watching Creed hunker low to the ground and creep toward the building, the priest used his own form of stealth, his dark form practically melting into the shadows, two red pinpoints of light the only giveaway of his location. Bringing up the rear, he couldn’t ignore his nerves as he watched the others try their best to be invisible. This would have been better with just him and Creed when it came to reaching their destination unseen, but the others were necessary.
Despite his nerves, though, the Cajun had confidence. More than confidence, he had faith. This was his purpose, to set things right with the world. He didn’t fool himself that it would be easy, but he knew somehow that it would work out. It had to. It was supposed to. God was watching over them tonight.
When they finally all gathered again, he turned to the servant. Laying his hand on the young man’s shoulder, he leaned close to his ear and spoke in a low whisper.
“We need t’ get in dere,” was all he said. He spoke only to the servant; he could not ask the Princess. It was a choice she had to make on her own.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Dec 8, 2008 18:24:35 GMT -4
Kurt swallowed so hard he flinched. He nodded at the priest.
It had been a very long time since he had used the abilities that Margali had taught him out in the open where others could see. They were not something Kurt was proud of - far from it. Truth be told he was very afraid of them. He wouldn't use them at all if he didn't absolutely have to. But he did.
The idea of taking someone along scared him almost to death.
"I should only take one at a time", he said softly. He gave the others an embarrassed glance. It wasn't that he couldn't take more...it was that he wasn't sure they would all make it. He looked back to the priest. "Follow me closely", he said, a hint of panic in his eyes. "Do not wander where I do not go."
Closing his eyes, the human took a deep breath and bowed his head. Softly, he began to speak. The words were ancient, and the sound of them seemed to crackle with dark energy. As if the shadows that surrounded them responded, Kurt Wagner's skin turned dark as ash. When he opened his eyes again, they glowed with yellow brilliance.
Out of nothing, a yawning portal opened oozing blackness from it that made the shadows all around seem pale in comparison. Distant sounds ushered forth from within. With a glance toward the priest, Kurt stepped forward and was gone from sight.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 8, 2008 19:22:39 GMT -4
Living in a world ruled by mutants, the priest had seen many wonderful, terrible and amazing displays of powers. It made it hard to believe in miracles when something so miraculous happened daily.
But now, watching a portal open upon something completely unknown due solely to the skills and traditions of a mere ‘homo-inferior’ as they had been dubbed... it was enough to make even the most faithless man believe, or so the priest thought.
Maybe I should o’ jus’ picked de lock, a doubtful thought filled Remy’s mind, but he quickly pushed it away. He had seen this man vanish several times from a small room, and he always returned. It had to be safe. Besides, if it wasn’t it was too late to turn back now. This had to be done. Turning his glowing red eyes to Creed for a moment, the Cajun man nodded slowly, clearly communicating that he would go first while his partner waited with the others.
If anything went wrong, one of them had to finish this.
“Allons-y,” he muttered to himself before following the servant into the gaping mouth of the unknown.
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Post by Creed on Dec 8, 2008 19:32:00 GMT -4
Creed watched them go.
They were gone for a few seconds before he moved or responded in a low tone. "Seeya", he said with a nod.
He wasn't sure what the servant had done, but Creed didn't like it much. It seemed reckless - too much like it could be a trap. Single them out. It was just one more thing out of his control. He wasn't sure if he'd see either of them again.
In the silence that followed, Creed felt more and more uneasy. His paranoia drew his gaze to the princess.
If any of this was a trap, his guess was that whatever happened next would come from her.
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Post by Tatiana on Dec 8, 2008 20:05:45 GMT -4
Tatiana leaned back and away from the sight in front of her. This was more than she bargained for. She never had a clue that the inferior she ordered about daily could preform this sort of devilry. She shook her head. It all seemed too unreal. All they were supposed to be doing was breaking into a building. Not invoking things that should be left alone.
She watched as first the servant went. Then the priest. Her eyes went to her boss. Would he be next? Her hopes almost ventured into the zone of wanting to be sent back home. Back to her nice warm bed. Back to the one she needed to be with. Tati let her eyes wander back the way she had come. Her feet took her another step backwards. This was too big of a risk for her. What was she thinking when she let herself be ordered here?
The young woman was conflicted. If she went back now and spilled all, would she be forgivin? If she stayed, she was risking everything. But things that had bothered her for too long might be set right. Tatiana looked back to her boss. If only he would give her an order. It was so much easier to be told what to do. If she hesitated any more, Tati knew her feet would carry her far away from all this. After all, what good could one little healer be?
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 8, 2008 22:08:14 GMT -4
Reluctantly releasing Kurt’s hand when the priest spoke to him, Katherine wrapped her arms around herself and watched the exchange that followed with trepidation. She had seen Kurt melt into the shadows and disappear, but she couldn’t explain how he had done it. Now, it seemed, she was about to get a demonstration.
Her hazel eyes never left his as he began to speak, almost chant, in a language she didn’t recognize. She could feel the hair on her airs standing up as the air around them seemed to become charged with a strange energy. Covering her mouth to keep from crying out, the princess jumped back when he suddenly opened his eyes to reveal two glowing yellow orbs.
Could her father have been wrong all this time? Was this man a mutant? Or was he something else all together? She could hardly think straight about anything let alone attempt to ponder this question.
Only when he stepped into the portal he had created could she tear her eyes away from him and attempt to peer inside. When the priest followed she was left alone with the catering staff. Glancing over at the big man that remained behind, she caught him watching her.
“That didn’t look like the inside of the building,” she whispered. That’s when it hit her that she could have prevented whatever it was that Kurt had just done. He had seemed frightened to go through with it and she could have saved him the effort.
She could get them all inside with very little effort.
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Post by Creed on Dec 8, 2008 23:26:40 GMT -4
"No", Creed agreed, looking back to where they'd gone.
The dark portal melted away.
If he had to describe what it did look like, Creed would've only chosen one word. He used it anyway. "Hell...", he said under his breath, feeling helpless having to wait. It was not a sensation that he appreciated.
Still, the girl was genuinely as surprised by what she saw as Creed was. He could tell that from a dozen different clues in her reaction.
At least that undermined his paranoia a bit.
Not enough, but a bit.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Dec 8, 2008 23:53:06 GMT -4
Kurt was tense and watchful. If they went about their business they shouldn't attract attention.
Shouldn't.
Whispers echoed off of primordial stone in what was surely an ancient corridor. They seemed drawn out of the darkness by the two mens' footsteps. Whispers that might have been as old as the stones themselves.
Or they might not.
They came to a crossroads. "This way", Kurt said, speaking only as loud as he dared. It would be bad if they were noticed. Peering warily into the shadow, he took a left.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 9, 2008 1:17:13 GMT -4
Once through the portal, the priest tried to heed the servant’s words, he tried to stay close, but his eyes were drawn to the shadows that surrounded them. The shadows themselves seemed to come alive; they seemed to move, to breathe.
This was not what he had had in mind when asking assistance to enter the building. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but this was not it. Gone was the soft grass under their feet and the cool, crisp night air. They had entered a whole other world, one that seemed completely unconnected to the one they had left behind.
Glowing red eyes moving side to side in the darkness, it wasn’t until he heard a soft voice up ahead that Remy realised how far he had fallen behind. Peering ahead of him he saw nothing, not head nor tail, of his guide. Nothing but darkness.
“Merde,” he muttered, the curse word tasting bitter and foreign on is lips. Rushing forward as quick as he dared, he stopped at the crossroads, peering right, then left. He saw nothing.
The servant had gone right, hadn’t he? Something didn’t feel right in that direction. Knowing not what else to do, the priest closed his eyes, hoping that God would not abandon him now, and would appear to lead him on his true path.
After a moment, eyes still closed, he turned left.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 9, 2008 9:07:25 GMT -4
When the portal closed unexpectedly, Katherine stepped forward, waving her hand hesitantly through the air where it had been. Nothing. She knew Kurt had said he could only take one at a time, but she had just expected him to come back through. Did he have to pull the scary mumbo jumbo every time? The idea was somewhat frightening.
“Th-they said they’re going inside, right?” she rounded on Victor Creed and the other girl, a twinge of panic in her voice. “That’s going to take them inside?”
She could have prevented him from going. She should have, but maybe she could still prevent him from having to come back that way.
“We’re going in,” Katherine stated with sudden determination. Approaching the nearest wall, she looked back at her two odd companions. “Just hold on to me, and whatever you do, don’t let go.”
A sense of déjà vu hit her as she said those words, her eyes drawn to Creed, but she shook it off.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Dec 19, 2008 21:39:35 GMT -4
Continuing onward down a deeply gloomy incline, Kurt slowed as if listening then came to a stop. He pressed his hands against timeworn stone and drew his ear closer to the wall.
He was silent.
Then suddenly, he took a step backward and gestured at the wall speaking as he did a single ancient word. The shadows seemed to pull the wall itself apart. First, a gaping black hole seemed to swallow where Kurt had just been. Then, dimly, a world beyond the shadow resolved itself into view. It was another corridor, this one polished and modern. Though it was dimly lit, it was clearly something new and not at all like this place.
Kurt turned back to look for the priest.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 20, 2008 11:47:53 GMT -4
Opening his eyes, it seemed to make little difference as the priest made his way down the chosen corridor. He felt lost and disoriented and wanted to reach out, steady himself against the walls, but he dared not touch him. He feared the darkness would grab him and draw him in. He had come too far to lose now because of his own poor choices.
His heart was pounding so loud in his ears he felt as if it might explode. This place felt so cold, yet somehow stifling. Perhaps it was just the panic setting in.
“Kurt,” Remy attempted to call out the name he had heard the Princess call the servant, but his voice came out as little more than a croaked whisper. Even that seemed to invoke the shadows, for as he continued to walk he swore he could see them swirling around him, threatening to abandon their corners and swallow him whole.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Dec 24, 2008 9:27:42 GMT -4
In the world beyond the realm of shadow Kurt Wagner's powers were the palest imitation of his mutant captors. Here, the rules were different.
Something changed.
"Verdammt...", Kurt began as he turned and lurched back the way he came. It was only moments since he had last seen the priest. He silently cursed himself for his careless impatience.
Kurt Wagner ran. As he did his thin human form seemed to lower, to tighten. The shadows that covered him seemed to twist and reshape him. Yellow eyes pierced the darkness....searching....but the being they belonged to was more gargoyle or demon than man.
They were noticed. He was sure of it. The only question was how long they had before whatever heard or caught their scent was able to intercept them. Any confrontation would go badly, no matter how minor the hunter.
If it was S'ym...or Belasco...
...it was infinitely worse.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 26, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -4
The hallway seemed to be endless and blacker than a moonless night. The priest was cold yet he was sweating. Disorientation began to set in. He stopped moving, fearful that he would miss a turn, touch a wall... touch the shadows. Instead he fell to his knees, the stone path hitting hard but he barely noticed. Although his priestly garbs were gone, the rosary remained around his neck. Clutching it tightly in one fist he began to whisper a prayer, quickly and under his breath. God would lead him. God would save him. This was not the end. This was not how this was supposed to go. This was not supposed to happen. This was not his path.
A noise ahead of him drawing his eyes forward, he could see two distinct pinpoints of light quickly approaching. Glowing red met glowing yellow.
“Mon Dieu...” Remy whispered, calling out to God to save him from whatever beast was bearing down upon him.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Dec 30, 2008 22:41:56 GMT -4
Kurt was relieved to see through the dim that, so far at least, the priest was alone. Apart from his widened oddly-colored eyes and a paler than normal pallor to his skin, he was fine.
"We must hurry", the shadow-cloaked human hissed at the priest as he drew nearer. There was an urgency in his whispered tone.
As if to reinforce what he said, echoes of footfalls emanated from further beyond them in the blackness.
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