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Post by cloak on Nov 7, 2007 21:35:49 GMT -5
Cloak didn't bother to let them even notice he was there. The drug dealers were sitting smoking, the alleyway filled with pale wisps of smoke.
Cloak glared at the the men. Just waiting to catch someone in their lies... of an escape from this harsh world. His eye caught his cape reaching towards them. Cloak nodded, he was going to...just not yet. There were more people coming, Cloak knew he should wait until they had all arrived.
He had been watching this group, waiting until they met together so he could get them all. His cloak drifted forwards again. Not yet...there are more to come. His argument sounded weak in his own head. He would die if he did not take the light. I do not need it now. I will wait.
Cloak hadn't had to fight himself so much in a long time. His body was tense, waiting. Cloak knew that he could take them all down, but, his hunger tore him from his hiding place.
He wrapped the men who were sitting in his cloak, he turned to the ones who were running. Silently, he darted forward, sucking them into the abyss of his cape. He knew that Dagger would save them, take them out, allow them to live. But, she wasn't here, and Cloak was not so merciful.
Cloak allowed the quaking bodies to fall from him, all the sustenance he could glean from the men taken. He took a deep breath, the light was so little.
I cannot survive like this. My craving for light grows everyday... He thought of the unspeakable alternative. Something he usually wouldn't consider. Those who are dark give off little light, those who are innocent...
Cloak shook his head. That would be murder, I can control this. I am stronger then this! Cloak knew it was a lie, his soul was torn in two... Ty. Cloak.
The only question now, was, which he was in his very essence.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 7, 2007 22:51:44 GMT -5
Two hands clapping in the darkness and it sounded like a boom. He stepped forward. His Italian hand-stitched loafers clicked on the ground as he approached, moving himself from the shadows and into the bright brilliant light. A smile half played on his lips. " Very nice, Mr. Johnson. Very smooth. " He said. His voice rose with his cadence and then fell back down to a suitable level. His hands came up as a sign of peace, knowning the immidate hostility his face. " Hey now. I know that look ". He grabbed the edges of his glasses. " Fight or flight, right? Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm just admiring your handy work. " He said, alluded to the now recently deceased. " You know how to work that darkness in you, kid. It's a powerful thing, I know. The idea is to not let it get too big or else...."
He left the words hang there. " My name is Max. " He said, introducing himself.
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Post by cloak on Nov 8, 2007 9:16:47 GMT -5
Cloak immediately disliked the appearance of the man. To smooth, What could he possibly know about what I have to live through everyday. Cloak didn't leave though, the offering of the man's name wanted a response. Cloak wasn't sure if he should answer, the man already knew his last name. Ty's last name, and that meant he had done some research...but why?
Cloak looked down at the bodies around his feet. This Max didn't see a problem with what Cloak had done. Cloak wasn't even sure he, himself, was alright with his actions.
Cloak looked up at the man, he was awaiting a reply. The man's calling him 'kid' almost sickened him. Cloak was not a child, even if he was literally a teenager.
"I'm Cloak. Although you should already know that if you have my last name...Is there something you want?" Cloak's voice sounded unsure in his own ears, his voice was rougher then usual from lack of use.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 8, 2007 22:17:07 GMT -5
His hands, up, were now slipped into his pocket. He relaxed even more so. His shoulders eased. He fixed his lapel which had been turned up by his motions and placed his hands in his pockets. " All I want is to help you, Ty. You mind if I call you ' Ty '? All I want is to help you. " He smiled. A hand reached into his jacket pocket and produce a pack of Newtons . He slipped the smoke stick into his lips, produce a lighter and took a drag as the flame sparked and lit the end. A hand grasp the smoke between two fingers and he tossed the thick smog up and into the air where it dissipated into fine wispy lines in the air.
" You have a very powerful gift, my friend. You're marked with it's power. You are a vessel for something great. You just like direction. See? You weren't touched like I was. It's a lot easier for you. It's a natural extension of your body. Of your soul, boy. Anywhere darkness can reach, you hypothetically can reach too. All it takes it a little will power, a little skill and a little focus. " He said in a voice that was sincere. " I can give you all of the above, kid. All of the above. All I ask of you..." He paused, took a drag and let it out.
" ...is to be me. "
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Post by cloak on Nov 8, 2007 22:57:03 GMT -5
Stepping back a little, Cloak waited until the man was finished to respond.
"I prefer the name Cloak, and I don't see how you can help me." Cloak instinctively brushed the smoke away, he looked at the man, smoking his cigarette so calmly.It's obvious he can pass for human, so saying my curse is easy, is foolish.
Cloak walked around the men laying on the ground, shame touching him. "What are you offering me, Sir?" His attention drawn to the figure standing before him. The dangling promise of help, maybe a chance to control what he hated in himself. To survive with out longing for the light that was only completely filled when Dagger was near...to be in control of the darkness.
"What are you offering, and what do you mean...be you?" Cloak drifted closer, this man seemed to know what he was talking about, to understand things that Cloak didn't know.
Cloak stopped a few feet away, his cloak drifted forward, but Cloak held it back. He didn't want a fight, or to hurt him, just to hear him out.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 9, 2007 0:10:08 GMT -5
" I'm giving you the same opportunity that they gave me, Ty....Cloak, if you will. All I ask is a little help with stuff now and again and I'll give you complete control. You won't need the light anymore. You'll be able to control the darkness. Make it do what you want. " His voice was soft but stern. His pushed his dark glasses back up his nose " No more fear. No more danger of being absorbed into the cloak of yours. " He fished out a card from his pocket and held it out to him, flicking the remainder of his smoke into the darkness. " Thank about it. Find me here if you decide on anything. " The card read TOWER OF BABEL in flowing gothic script that shimmered with a holofoil ink. Underneath it, in smaller text it read: " 48th and Broadway "
" Come and see me sometime. We'll talk. " He said and began to turn away.
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Post by cloak on Nov 9, 2007 9:34:20 GMT -5
Cloak concentrated on making his hands solid to read the card. Who would have business cards like this?
Cloak watched the man turn and start to leave. He needed no time to think, this was about as hopeful a chance as Cloak had ever taken. "I don't need the Card Max, I'll go with you. But, I'm not signing anything, I don't trust people easy."
Cloak hurried to catch up, he was frightened at the possibility of this being a trap. But, he was curious about even the slightest chance of being able to control what consumed him. Cloak glanced down at his hands, shadows. Unless he was helped by light, or concentrating on keeping them solid, they were only shadows. Even his face was the same. For the sake of some humanity, he concentrated on keeping a face, and shoulders to hold up the cloak.
Maybe, I could control it...with help...Cloak's worries grew as he realized, that he would need to feed again soon. Max has no idea what he just invited home... Cloak suddenly felt uneasier, what situation was he walking into?
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 10, 2007 10:27:06 GMT -5
Max gave a tight grin. " Alright. Just let me make a call ". His hands devled into his pockets and fished out a cell phone. " Hangman. " He said into the receiver. " We're taking the short way. Go pick up the brothers and meet me back at HQ. " He nodded and closed the phone.
He looked down. His glasses were flipped up, revealing his pitch black eyes like pools of black copper. He unbuttons his suit jacket, holds it up. The spinning, creeping tendrils of blackness revealed, creeping up towards his face slowly and confidently from his stomach. " I'll follow you in. " He said
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Post by cloak on Nov 10, 2007 18:55:38 GMT -5
"In?" Cloak raised an eyebrow, as he watched the darkness crawl over the man. Repulsed by something so familiar, Cloak watched saying nothing more.
Can he take people through him as I can? For some reason Cloak was hesitant to ask, to risk sounding like a clueless fool. If his Curse is similar to mine, then this could be a trap...I don't know enough to trust him. But, I have already agreed to see what he's about...
Cloak waited until he was given further explanation on what he should do, or where he should go.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 10, 2007 19:40:14 GMT -5
He raised a brow. " Go...through me. " He said slowly and nodded his hand. " It won't hurt you. You'll be protected. " With a tight smile and an assured wink he baded him forward. " Trust me. " He said as the darkness crept up and over his form completely.
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Post by cloak on Nov 11, 2007 14:14:45 GMT -5
"I already told you I don't trust easy, but I am not frightened by you. Don't assume I couldn't fight you if I had too." Cloak hissed, he threw himself into the darkness, partially to get it over with.
Was it even more disturbing for Dagger to do this? I'm used to darkness, for a being of light, how could she willingly enter when asked? He had closed his eyes, he could feel a void around him. He tried not to think of his lost team mate,He spoke softly into the dark. "Where are we going?" There was no turning back now.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 11, 2007 16:56:11 GMT -5
Max crossed over and slips in front. " Just keep close and don't get lost. There are...things here that I don't know you'll be ready to handle. " He split the ink with his hands, raised his eyes and punched thorough. His hand slipped inside and he pulled it in, slid back. One hand grabbed at Cloak and pulled him forward.
His hands reached the warm air first. His face fell out and he has to jump, from insubstantial to substantial. From not-there to there. It's never easy but he does it and when he lands, his loafers hit the floor and make a clicking sound. He looked up, pulled down his glasses to his eyes and turn\ed his head to the right toward the sounds of needles. The woman in the chair canted her head. She says nothing but she is aware of their presence. Silently, she sows. Shroud turned, checked up on Cloak and then back again.
" Evening Needle. " He said.
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Post by cloak on Nov 11, 2007 17:31:58 GMT -5
"Wow." Cloak wasn't sure what else to say. When he went through his cloak, though shadows, he was everywhere. He had been in the darkness, not part of it. It was an odd thing, to feel alone in what has been your only companion.
He was on his knees, he rose in a fluid motion. The woman addressed as needles didn't seem to care about the odd entrance. Cloak watched the woman sew, Such a simple thing, for her to be so entranced by..."Evening Miss." Cloak rasped, not really expecting an answer.
He looked over to Max, "I am stronger then you seem to think I am, don't underestimate my abilities. Don't treat me like I'm a child, I can handle a lot." Cloak didn't like being treated as though he was less acquainted with the darkness realm then Max.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 11, 2007 18:51:11 GMT -5
The scrap of needles. The silence. Max headed for a slick mahogany desk near the back of the empty space. From under the stairs, he looked out. Tonight was empty. Above him music blared dimly. Bass pumped, stomping the floor. All the way down, down down. Swirling, spinning, ducking debauchery. Just the place for him. " Take a seat. " he said, pushing a chair back. He turned. " Oh I know. You're potentially more powerful then me. See your bound to the darkness is artificial. That's why people feel the way they do when they travel thorough you. " He narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. " Like their souls are being held out in the open. Like someone stepped over their graves. All you're doing is showing them what's inside of them. The darkness in themselves. "
He shook his head. "It's hard to face, unless you make peace with it. " He sat on a plush Italian seat. The door open. Footsteps thumped down the stairs. " Ah. " he said. " The Brothers Grimm. What do you got for me boys? " He asks.
The Brothers Grimm were strange. They eyes were unfettered and even in three thousand dollar apiece suits they seem unkempt and wild. Like someone dressed up a pair of hyenas in humans skin. Darryl, the one of the right and closest to the desk, seem the most composed and spoke. " The job is done, big boss man. Hehe. We got the sample. Enough to prove what Vellencini was stashing the !@#$. " He said with a shivering, nervous tone.
" Oh, so you secured the warehouse? " Max asked.
" Well. " Warren, the smaller one in the red breasted robin egg suit, interrupted. " That's the thing boss. We...we thought if we cut the supply line, we could, y'know, get some heads to turn and get Vellencini into some hot water with his supplies. Y'know, throw him off his game. "
Max's face went wooden. His eyes steeled under his glasses and his hands knitted together. He leaned back into his seat. " You...what? " He said in a very dangerous voice.
" B-Boss. We just...we just thought it was something you'd do. Y'know. You told us to always think two steps ahead a' everybody y'know. " Darryl said. His jittery voice rang nervous. Max tense. " Really...." and said something under his breath. Darryl went gray. His skin pales. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. When he fell to the ground, it sounded as if someone dropped a slab of rock from ten feet. Max jumped to his feet and punched the desk. " Don't ever suppose, for a !@#$ing second, that that bone-headed stunt is something I would even consider of doing. " Max voice was peppered with rage. The black spider-brand in the center of his face became apparent for the first time and throbbed a burning amber color. " I half of mind to speak your real name and send you screaming into the abyss. " Max settled back into his seat. His eyes never leaving the now apparent corpse on the ground just behind his desk. His mouth moved. The words unravel just above a whisper but intelligible in any case. There was a gasp from the body followed by frantic jittery movement. Darryl's hand clenched his chest. He sucked in air in long gasping huffs. " Get him the hell out of here. " Max instructed Warren, who dutifully helped his woozy sibling to his feet. Max looked up at Cloak. " I'm sorry you had to see that. Good help is hard to fine. " He stated casually.
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Post by cloak on Nov 14, 2007 23:24:16 GMT -5
Cloak nodded, his eyes blazing, something about this was very wrong. "I'm not one to waste time. If you have a job for me, or any form of help...now would be a good time to present it." Cloak didn't like the calm manner the man handled the strange situation just a moment ago, it seemed unnatural, even to him. "I also want to know how you found out about me. I don't have any papers or files to track...how did you find me?" Cloak was still ignoring the chair that had been offered. He did step towards the wall though, leaning on it with his shoulder.
Something happened, a deep pain rose in his chest,Cloak winced and hoped it would leave quickly. These strange feelings had come and gone for months now. This one was the worst yet, he took deep measured breaths, hoping not to show any pain. Ever since I have been running out of light...these have kept getting worse...I can't let Max see me weak.
As the pain lessened, Cloak cleared his throat, hoping no one had noticed and nodded towards the desk. "So, you run some kind of business?"
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