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Post by Tyme on Jul 6, 2009 22:12:29 GMT -5
Trichitza lifted the hem of her cloak and peered observantly into a mass grave. She'd gotten a spell to ward of smells for her stay here so she could look into the matter of this plague. When she'd first gotten word of the incident she'd immediately dashed to her father's home with a delighted expression on her face. She'd been quite sure that this was Malar's doing, and a mark to the end of his depression. Sadly, after a thorough search of Malar's home she'd found no one.
The bodies didn't show much. A number of insects were crawling and hovering over the various corpses. The ditch appeared to be fairly deep and stretched around the whole area. Trichitza mumbled a few curses. Who in the world would cause a plague besides her father? Frackleth didn 't care for any more papers and Klecheck or Grangia wouldn't dare harm a soul. Vera didn't care for much besides her notes, and Raza was all about justice. Firia and Larantia were known for fierce tempers, but she didn't recall any mass disasters from either of them. Which left her older brother. Farain probably wouldn't do this either, because who knew what percentage of the dead mortals in this ditch were pretty girls he could have eloped with.
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Post by arrasailsup on Jul 7, 2009 22:20:10 GMT -5
Kazani hovered unobstrutively behind Trichitza, plucking on her marionette as per usual. She didn't like the plague all that much. It left her with a much smaller range of victims to....'perform her desires on'.
But still, the plague did cause delicious, delicious pain. She toyed with her marionette idly.
"Sister?" Her voice was high and sweet, making her seem even younger than she looked. "I don't understand.....what are we doing here? There is nothing to look at except corpses...."
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Post by Tyme on Jul 8, 2009 11:04:04 GMT -5
"Kazani? Didn't I tell you to stay with...?" Trichitza muttered turning back to answer the high pitched voice that could only belong to one girl. Trichitza's gaze traveled down towards her waist until she hit Kazani's queer violet eyes. Despite have to look into them nearly every day, she still found the color extremely unnerving. And then there was that freakish marionette she insisted on toying with wherever she went. Why in the world didn't she just choose a doll? Or just not follow Trichitza in the first place? People were pointing fingers at them now.
"Yes Kazani, but we need to figure out what's causing the plague. You know as well as me that no plague has ever come by without the influence of higher powers." Trichitza said, her voice laced with irritation. "If you know what's causing this we can go home and do whatever you want to do."Trichitza said bending over the ditch again to observe another corpse.
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Post by X on Jul 8, 2009 17:14:44 GMT -5
Malar was, for the first time in quite a while, enjoying himself. He wasn't sure who had the brilliant idea to start a plague (it might have even by some miracle happened naturally... no, impossible), but he meant to keep it going and have fun a along the way. So, he was brushing up on his virology, and having fun arranging living to find their way into the mass graves. He made sure he got the innocent ones so he could watch said innocence break as they had to gain enough strength to climb from the hole, yet the only food was said dead. So either they break down and give up their morality and humanity and feast on rotting flesh to gain the strength to climb free, or they starved, either way suffering immensely. Some even chose starvation, then changed their mind too late as the sickness had set in and no amount of cannibalism would convey the strength needed to escape, so they break and give up their humanity for nothing, and finally despair. That last group was, of course, Malar's favorite to watch. He was also working on ways to attach dark spirits to the virus that would infect the soul as the virus infected the body, so that their last days would be wholly condemning to those unfortunate souls who were infected.
Malar had to get his staff back up and running after letting them slack for so long. Heads would have to roll, be sown on, then burnt off again to make sure his people didn't think they could continue such blatant laziness. He had misery business to attend to, and he was always trying to innovate. So his labs needed to get running, his recruiters campaigning. He should probably start a war or three, as victories tend to attract yet more people, and darkness winning tended to leave people jaded enough for him to get a hold in their hearts. but a plague would do for now, especially after he bound his dark spirits to it. That alone should open the doors to war without his having to really manipulate people. If infected with evil, people would do evil, and spread the infection <insert manic laughter>
But, pulling himself back to the present, he turned back to watching those in the mass grave make their choice.
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Post by arrasailsup on Jul 9, 2009 23:32:16 GMT -5
"Stay with who?" Kazani looked puzzled. Trichitza was the only one she liked to be with, except for maybe Malar.
She sidled closer, her head tilted. The marionette dropped to the ground with a muffled thunk as Kazani suddenly threw her arms around Trichy. She was definitely suicidal.
Or just looking for a cuddle.
"Mm, sister, is that father standing over there?" She asked, still clinging on tencaciously.
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Post by Tyme on Jul 10, 2009 23:08:27 GMT -5
Trichitza felt Kazani's small hands somewhere on the length of her black dress. She felt rage bubbling up inside of her for a few seconds and only barely avoided shoving the little girl into the ditch in front of her. Sadly, that just wouldn't do. Malar was fairly fond of Kazani because she was his youngest to date, and she was quite skilled at pain. So Trichitza repressed herself for once, and the only outward show of her displeasure was a slight flicker of her fingers.
"Father? Where?" Trichitza asked. Was that why he hadn't been home? Perhaps he had been spreading his word again. She made a quick round of the perimeter of the ditch and her eyes fell on another who was keeping watch as the dead were poured into the ditch. "Come along Kazani, and bring your marionette. You should clean it when we get back to the immortal planes. It will be dirty if you don't." Trichitza said swishing her dress a bit to try to get rid of Kazani's hands before setting off at a brisk walk towards Malar.
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Post by arrasailsup on Jul 12, 2009 4:05:07 GMT -5
Kazani let out a quiet sigh as Trichitza brushed her off. It hurt. Why couldn't her sister just accept her affections?
"Sister, you're so considerate." The demigoddess of sadism and masochism said sombrely. At least Trichitza cared enough to tell her what to do about her marionette. Maybe she had some hope.
Obediently, Kazani picked her little toy off the muddy ground, wiping away some dirt with the long sleeve of her robe. Seeing that Trichitza was already ahead, Kazani hurried after her. She wondered what father was up to.
Hopefully it will involve delicious, delicious pain.
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Post by X on Jul 13, 2009 9:33:36 GMT -5
Malar was still playing his little game when he noticed two of his progeny headed straight for him. He sighed, as he had known he'd have to deal with his children eventually, then put a smile on his face that was only slightly maniacal. Luckily for him, one of them was his current favorite child. As Kazani walked up, he walked forward to meet, right past Trichitza, her with something maybe even a little fatherly in his eyes. Noticing her dirtied marionette, he shot a pointed look at Trichitza, made the marionette clean, and swung Kazani up onto his shoulders and pointed out the 'game' he had going with those tossed living into the mass grave. He hoped the sadist side of her took after her father enough for her to appreciate daddy's little games. It's been far too long since any of his children have taken after Malar's own heart. He wanted someone he could share his plans with, someone who could pick up the torch, so to speak, and his youngest seemed to be made of the right stuff. That or fatherhood left Malar blind...
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Post by arrasailsup on Jul 13, 2009 10:22:53 GMT -5
Kazani hugged her newly cleaned marionette, a blank little smile on her face. "Thank you, father." She said, as emotionlessly as always.
It took a moment for her to understand what Malar was up to. The little mortals scurried around like ants. But once she did, her smile became truer, with just the tiniest hint of something sadistic. For a moment, her kinship with Malar was apparent.
"Father, you're so clever..." She murmured, with a happy little laugh. Trichitza might be skilled in the art of torture, but Malar would always be the most cunning. He was the one who taught them all they knew, after all.
She tilted her head for a moment, considering. Reaching out to a mortal who had just feasted on one of his fellow mortals., Kazani tore through his memories. He didn't have anything to lose. His wife and children all fell to the plague. But he was recovering by eating the other plague victims.
Concentrating, Kazani altered the body of the person he had just eaten out of into that of his wife, with his two little children beside her. She smiled when she felt the last of his sanity slip away, and scrabble his way out of the ditch.
"I think I'll keep this one...." She smiled angelically at him, and teleported him into her home. She would have much fun with this new pet. Madness never got boring.
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Post by Tyme on Jul 13, 2009 22:47:32 GMT -5
Trichitza smiled at her father, only to feel a slightly cold brush as Malar headed for little Kazani trotting a bit behind instead. She let out a slight breath, and felt yet again that Kazani had replaced Trichitza's poisiton as Malar's shadow. She clenched her hands for a moment, before relaxing and turning towards Kazani and her father. All good things were meant to last. Even Kazani would grow, and then she would not get the small treats Malar gave her because she was youngest.
Trichitza cast her eyes down for a moment at Malar's quick glare. Sometimes she wished that father would remember she was only Kazani's sister, not her mother. She'd been givenwith the charge of taking care of the little demigoddess since the past century. The bab demigoddess had changed hand a few times, staying in Farain's house for a while, and being taken cared of as a charity case by Grangia. Eventually the duties of taking care of a screaming, sadistic baby had fallen to Trichitza. It had been horrifying the first few decades. Afterwards Kazani was reduced to something like a constant rash that she couldn't get rid of. Yet Malar adored her, similar to the way Trichitza had been adored before Kazani came along.
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Post by X on Jul 14, 2009 14:53:41 GMT -5
As Malar watched his youngest, he felt something strongly resembling pride, and rewarded his youngest with a loving smile, if one can imagine Malar as loving. It may have taken her a moment, but she was young yet, and as soon as she noticed she added twist that even Malar hadn't thought of. Trichitza had been entertaining for a while, but her single mindedness paired with her lack of subtlety or ingenuity left Malar bored where Kazani filled him with pride at her creativity. Taking a moment, he added a layer over the whole place that made each corpse resemble someone whoever saw it had loved and lost. Amused, he saw this added a layer of conflict from those who tried to protect their beloved dead from being consumed, and another of people each thinking a corpse is their beloved and trying to fight it away from each other. Ah, what a world. Malar simply took a moment to watch and smile.
The moment over, he then turned to Trichitza, demanding,"Where have you been?" The loving had, of course, dried up as soon as his gaze left Kazani, and Malar didn't even bother to blink as he stared Trichitza down. He was, to say the least, quite oppressive.
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Post by Tyme on Jul 15, 2009 17:22:54 GMT -5
"Well father, I've been dragging Kazani around here and there looking for you..."Trichitza said, her voice losing its sarcastic edge under Malar's cold gaze. Her throat went dry for a moment before she regained her calm. She hated how father was never pleased with her the way he used to be. She could coddle Kazani all day, and he'd still figure out something to criticize her for. Trichitza had even worked up several new methods of torturing mortals, and Malar hadn't said a word.
"Are you busy father? Is there something I can help you with, or would you prefer that I leave?" Trichitza asked calmly, making her voice as blank and expressionless as possible. She could go take out her temper on Farain. For now, she had to be calm and composed. Father did not like those who lost their tempers easily. Hadn't he told her that when she was only as old as Kazani was?
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Post by X on Jul 18, 2009 17:07:21 GMT -5
All of a sudden Malar smiled at her maniacly,"Well, since you offer so amiably..." While Malar was smiling, his eyes were emotionless as he left her to decide which offer he was talking about, wondering how she would take the comment, seeing how she had made more than one offer. And Malar wasn't above smiting one of his children for answering a trick question incorrectly.
And he didn't bother to blink. Or breath, even.
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Post by Tyme on Jul 21, 2009 18:56:13 GMT -5
"I assume you wish me to leave. If it was otherwise father, I apologize for any inconvenience it may cause you." Trichitza said dipping her dark cloaked head once more towards her father. Her dark gaze traveled to Kazani for a moment. She would be fine with Malar. What would father do to his favorite daughter anyway? For now, she could take a break from being caretaker and just go do some good old torturing.
She let out a bit of her magic and teleported back to her home, shrugging off the ragged mourning cloak and picking up a few tools of her trade. She eventually ended up taking the whole kit. She would murder twenty mortals cursed with plague with each one of them. A delighted smile lit her face and she set off to her first victim.
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