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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 9, 2012 0:16:29 GMT -5
(A KuroSh-tsuji Role-play between Geinkotsu Gothrim and Ryuhatori)
The premature death of a contract is a deadly one indeed, a lost soul and wasted time. Oh, but the clause of this special contract is one black pit ablaze indeed. If the death of the soul bearer is caused by another sentient being, then the responsibilites of the deceased shall be theirs to resolve... Death will never tear the binds...
Name: Cain Castillo Nickname: Tilly Age: Appears in his early twenties as far as physical stature Gender: Male
Hair Color: Purple Hair Length: Past Waist Eye Color: Unknown Skin Color: Fair, if not a tad pale Height: 6'2" Weight: 157lb Body Mods: Unknown Clothing: Formal attire and of course his ever mysterious mask
Personality: He is as loyal as they could ever come, if not more. There is no question in what he is told to do and he follows orders to the dot and up to expectation, if not exceeding. He is a quite cold person, however, and his voice is seldom heard past those perfectly sculpted porcelain lips. His is not very keen on sharing, and does not want to have to be somewhere if he isn't required. When he isn't needed, he seemed to dissapear quite quickly and always shows a natural elegance in his work and stride.
Appearance: Look at my avatar/siggy
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 9, 2012 0:56:17 GMT -5
Name: Julius Sky Nickname: Jully Age: Looks around 22 Gender: Male Hair Color: Light brown Hair Length: Down to the small of his back Eye Color: Light brown, but sometimes turns a subtle red Skin Color: A little on the tan side Height: 6 feet Weight: 145lb Body Mods: He has one tattoo on his left arm and the same one on the small of his back. It's a Deathgod's mark. He also has 3 piercings on each ear. Clothing: Usually goes with suits, just for the sake of the "Deathgod Attire" William put together, but likes to wear casual clothes here and then to blend in with the humans. Weapon: His Deathgod weapon is a giant scythe. Personality: Very calm and reserved. Doesn't like to talk much and can be very serious. Julius has certain habits of touching his hair, and licking his lips randomly. Can be cute sometimes. Appearance:
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 9, 2012 1:32:59 GMT -5
The day was just a dull as usual, if not more irritating. Cain quickly made his way across the long hallway, long glass windows shining in bright light from the back garden that was filled with chattering birds and other natural wildlife that liked to make it’s home there. As long as they were not disruptive to his mistress, he did not care if they were there or not. The soft tap of his black polished shoes ticked away at the stone floors. Although the estate was not that large, it was still quite beautiful, and Cain made sure every single spot was in order and clean. Which could sometimes be quite the challenge for a day’s work with only him to do all of it.
He came to the kitchen, gathering a silver platter, his elegant expressionless mask staring back at him from the silver reflection. Cain pulled off his gloves and creased his cuffs back as he prepared the usual. Cucumber sandwiches and lemon tea. He was sure to cut the crust off perfectly and cool the tea a little to the temperature his mistress preferred. Absolute perfection and nothing less… He placed the tea and sandwiches on the tray as well as extras such as cubed sugar and honey.
He picked the tray up and made his way back through the house, walking up the stairs and coming to the room. His mistress sat on her chair, her hair bright gold and her eyes of deep blue, her expression dire.
“Tilly, if you spent as much time as you do on a spot of tea, then I should expect you to clean my dining hall properly next time.” she barked and sat up. Cain said nothing, setting the tray down and pouring her tea. “We have a guest coming in an hour, prepare the sitting room with care this time, we also have an appointment to keep with the cathedral, they are expecting us half past five this evening for the memorial. Lay out my good veil and draw me a bath in time due for our visit.” she spoke, as if the orders would never stop spilling from those glossy pink lips.
“And scratch out tonight’s dinner, I would much rather like to have a nice truffle soup and a very sweet dessert, mmm perhaps blueberry sorbet.” She continued, taking her tea in hand and sipping it. Her eyes flickering up to the man that stood idle. “Well? Are you just going to stand there?” she used a hand to shoo him. “Go go, do not expect the work to do itself.” she said.
“Yes, Mistress.” he replied, his smooth voice spilling from the cold white lips of his mask and he bowed low. Then quickly left the room to make the changes to his schedule.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 9, 2012 18:45:15 GMT -5
Julius lay in the middle of the Deathgod’s library, holding a book up 90 degrees from his body, staring at it. The Deathgod’s library contained every living and dead person’s life from beginning to end. It was the deathgod’s duty to read, and memorize each one they were assigned to. Julius sighed heavily. Such a tiring job this was to have to execute so many humans. You’d think he’d lose count, but that would be disgraceful of a deathgod. He hated this routine of nothing but reading and taking away lives. Deathgods didn’t sleep, nor eat. They took on a human form only to blend in better when needing to carry out their assigned targets.
“Linda Lundgren” he whispered with a calm, soft voice. “Two hours to go” he looked at his watch.
Linda Lundgren was to die sitting in her chair, as if she fell asleep. Silently, and without a single drop of blood. Julius had been getting quite a bit of those boring assignments. He needed to speak to William about this non-sense.
And speak of the devil.
Julius swiftly rose to his feet and grabbed the base of the sharp point that was aimed for his face.
“You’ve gotten quicker” William contracted back his extendable deathgod’s weapon, and used it to pull up his glasses. “Why are you still here? You should be watching over your assignment” William questioned calmly.
Julius silently held up the book he was reading to show him he was actually working.
“Physically” William pulled up his glasses again, using his weapon.
Julius sighed, “Grell gets to have all the fun…” he shuffled past William, towards the door.
It had been a few days since his last assignment, and he was glad he got to wear his casual clothes again to blend in with society. It was fun posing as a human. Maybe because he wished he was one. They had so much to do all the time, they’d never feel bored. Even the act of just sitting down and eating seemed like a job. Sleeping looked like such a peaceful thing to do as well. Unlike his routine filled life, human life was somehow full of excitement. He sighed to himself, questioning his own sanity. He finally spotted the giant mansion his assignment lived in. Julius looked down at his book and read the last part in it again. There was only one thing that seemed out of order. The fact that her soul was taken by a demon. This demon must be as bored as Julius was to go so far as creating a contract with a human and take ridiculous orders from her just to eat her soul. How strange. What was even stranger was how this demon was always prepared to clean and protect such an enormous place, all by himself.
Julius stepped through the oversized open window of the young lady’s office and gracefully swung his scythe around and through the young seated girl, and her chair. Record tapes of her life shot out of her chest and began playing in front of him. Julius took a seat in front of her dead body, and watched the tapes, when she was born, ‘till she shooed away her butler. Julius frowned at the masked man. He may never know what he looks like, and that bothered him for some reason. Deathgods didn’t have records of demons, so he knew of no reason why this demon would do such unnecessary things.
Julius stood up with a grunt and walked towards the silent child. He touched her face, closing her eyes and hid her book in a bag he carried around everywhere then sat on the desk in front of her. Julius took out another book and began reading it carelessly. His next assignment.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 12, 2012 4:05:29 GMT -5
He could feel an unwanted presence entering the perimeter like an irritating and ghostly insect that appeared quite out of nowhere. It was not even a millasecond later that he felt that revolting lurch in his chest and he had to quite literally grasp at the counter, those white gloves digging into the granite surface and tearing ridges into the stone. Just like that, a little bug had gotten in his way and murdered his mistress the one moment his back was turned… He let go of the counter and disappeared from the kitchen.
Like a shadow he stood in the far end of the room, just at the crook of the shadows and those abyssal cuts in his mask that allowed him sight glowed with the fire of demonic scorn. He leapt from the thin glance of shadow and lunged at the man sitting on his late mistress’s desk, reading without cautious and so uncaringly to the deed he had done. Disgraceful.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 12, 2012 4:20:30 GMT -5
Julius had been reading peacefully until he felt the presence of the demon moving his way. He instinctively flinched away in time before he could be attacked by the angered demon. He put his book into his bag and stared at the taller, masked man, his curiosity rising. He knew that was the only reason he had stayed behind. Otherwise, he would have disappeared the second his job was done.
“I’m here to explain myself demon” Julius lied. He was clearly here to find out more about this demon’s intentions, and about the demon himself.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 12, 2012 5:07:33 GMT -5
He had missed and went over the desk, using a hand to push himself off the edge and flip properly in the air, landing on his toes with perfect poise. The soft glint of metal shone between his white gloved fingers as his hair fell properly against his back. He heard the rustling drop of the book in the one’s bag and he turned his body lightly, those dark holes of his mask gazing back at this man of calm disposition. He stood with his back perfectly strait, his shoulders aligned and the elegant and thin dagger hanging calmly in-between his nimble fingers, like a metal claw that held every intention to rive the man.
When the other spoke he turned himself fully to the view of the man, standing about face with nothing but the cold expressionless and coaxing beauty of his mask staring back at him with an almost malicious stare. He did not believe his unruly statement of terms of explanation. He spoke with the utmost care and rather venomous flow.
“What is there to explain, reaper?” He nearly hissed, yet it seemed vexing just how perfect of a tone he kept upon the situation. “You know not what you have done.” he spoke, shifting the dagger in his hand and lifting his chin a mere centimeter. Oh, and he did not at all realize what was going to happen. His contract was yet to fall into it’s safety clause, oh, but it would be quite apparent when it did happen. The only thing was, what soul was there to eat from a reaper? The only thing he wanted from this one was his death!
He grasped the dagger a little tighter and went for him, leaping onto the desk and lunging at him again with such ferocity that it was clearly inhuman.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 12, 2012 5:37:31 GMT -5
Julius stared at the dagger in the long haired man’s hand and chuckled to himself. Nothing could kill a grim reaper. It was impossible. He was itching to find out why the demon tried so hard. He could have just moved on and gone to eat another’s soul without a contract all together. Did he have some sort of attachment to this one’s soul? Julius’ laughter continued, ignoring the fact that he was about to be attacked. “You DO know that can’t kill me, right?” He asked, avoiding the dagger anyway. Just because he couldn’t be killed, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt when it was attempted. “Besides, what good would it do you to try and kill me anyway?” Julius adroitly ducked out of the man’s second attack and reached for his mask. If only he could see what was under that damn thing!
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 12, 2012 6:05:33 GMT -5
Quite the light-footed bastard indeed, he saw the other’s fingers in front of his face as he skidded past, that hand extended for his white porcelain façade and ready to tear it away. He snatched his wrist and his momentum pulled the reaper around his dagger pointed at his throat as they tangled in a dangerous dance. Cain had managed to ram him into the wall and he wedged his leg near his to block him from evading him. His hand still clenched around his wrist as the other’s fingers were gingerly brushed against the cool fake face.
A moment of silence before Cain pressed closer, not so very threateningly so, the other’s hand pressing further into his mask as he face came closer to that of the reaper’s. The strands of purple had come loose from their binds, the ribbon falling from the tresses and the long locks cascaded around him in a veil of graceful silk.
“For soon, I shall not be able to.” his voice responded collectively, spilling from those soft white lips that moved not to the grace of his intoned vocals. Daresay, that string of words were to be quite confusing, perplexing even, to the reaper. There was no possibility he would know, not if he would kill his mistress and risk such a consequence.
As quick as he had come at the reaper, he removed himself, releasing the reaper and leaping away, but promptly flung the dagger back his way, purposely missing, only to engrave it’s sharp blade in the wall a mere few inches from his head and quickly left the room. At the very least, he would finish the few chores he must before he would leave before the clause took effect and ruined him. Call it a final parting to the soul he had worked so vigorously to devour.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 12, 2012 19:00:33 GMT -5
Julius let his guard down for only a second and was punished by the demon in return for his carelessness. The demon was quick as he grabbed hold of his wrist and pushed him to the wall. No matter. Julius wasn’t about to show any emotion for such acts. He was trained, and ready to kill at any moment. He was seconds away from summoning his scythe, before he froze in place. Something about the man’s closeness through him off. Something about that soft voice saddened him. Why? Why was this demon trying so hard? It ticked him off.
Julius glared up at the demon, annoyed and embarrassed by such closeness. He wasn’t used to it. The only idiot that would get close to him like that without getting killed was Grell. But that was mainly because even Shinigami couldn’t kill one another. So he’d tried a few times. Grell was stronger than he looked anyway. Julius’s cheeks were burning red, from the man’s body touching his own and the overwhelming curiosity. The tips of his fingers were rubbing against the soft mask, taunting him. He had to know. If it was the last thing he was going to do.
The masked demon pushed himself off Julius as he leaped backwards. Julius was disappointed for some reason that the demon had let him go. He didn’t react to the sudden dagger appearing next to his head, and when the man turned his back to him, he reached for the dagger and ripped it from the wall. He stared down at its intricate designs and its pointy end. Even his weapons were just as delicate. How strangely beautiful. Julius quickly shoved the dagger into his bag as he ran after the man.
He watched the taller, elegant man as he cleaned each room with care. Making sure not a speck of dust was seen. Julius tried hard to stay out of sight as he stalked the other man. He felt strange doing something like this, but his curiosity was driving him insane. He knew the man could feel his presence, but as long as he wasn’t bothered, Julius wasn’t about to care either. He followed the masked demon outside as he tended to the gardens. Julius sat in plain sight and watched the demon work. “Why are you even doing this?” he asked curiously, his arms crossed, tilting his head to one side. “The child is dead, so why is it necessary to continue cleaning after her? What kind of conditions did this contract have?”
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 12, 2012 20:28:59 GMT -5
Cain moved through the house with an almost careless debonair, a natural stride of elegance as he did simple chores. Dusting over tables, fixing vases of flowers, anything that was off and not perfect to the eye. He could feel the other trying to follow him in silence, dwelling just beyond his line of sight and watching him. What a strange little curious mouse that scurried behind him, following his steps as if entranced to his work. He did a rather quick run through of the house, only truly stopping to meagerly put away the items he had left in the kitchen, storing them away and neatly folding the paper bags before exiting the house.
He walked out the door and along the corridor and onto the soft grace. The garden loomed like a long maze of flowers and trees, with wondrous hidden areas and sitting places. Fountains and streams and glorious peace that was not broken by the sounds of chattering birds. Trees of magnificent stature and reach were littered with blooming red flowers, soft round petals falling free from their hold when shaken free by the perch of a bird or taken hostage by the soft breezes of wind.
Cain picked up a pair of sheers and knelt down, tending to the rose bushes near the stone bench, trimming with the utmost care as his pale mask fixated upon his work. It was all he had left to do, a quick clean of the garden and perhaps a small parting present to the young mistress. Cain clipped a few roses from the bush where they would not be missed., using his thumb to work over the thorns, breaking them off the fleshy green stem. He did not respond to the other’s intruding questions as he finished with the rose bush and moved onto a different one. A few butterflies scattered from the rose’s sanctuary of petals as he tended to the bush.
“I intend not to stay.” he replied simply. Informing the other he did not intend to stay here and continue to tend to the property like an enslaved and otherwise purposeless lingerer. So this was not necessary, it did not have to be done. In fact, the moment she died he could have left that very moment if he so desired. Why he didn’t was quite perplexing… Perhaps he felt obliged to tie up loose ends, or maybe something a little less business associated in feelings.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 13, 2012 0:11:21 GMT -5
Julius frowned at the man’s unclear answer. He grumbled as he stared at the man walking past him, ignoring his existence and going back into the mansion. He stood up and followed right behind him, no longer trying to hide. William was going to kill him for this. Or try at least.
Julius took this chance to study him better. His strong broad shoulders. That magnificent yet strange shade of purple colouring his long flowing hair. His hair looked better untied. He watched as the demon’s hips swayed from side to side subtly as he walked faster, making Julius blush a little. His clothes looked so perfectly black and unwrinkled that Julius began to imagine him in lighter coloured clothing, which made him giggle a little. This demon was too grumpy to be taken seriously in light colours. Right there and then, a silly idea popped into his mind.
Julius walked a pace faster than the demon’s and stood in front of him, blocking his path. “How about I help you find a new person to make a contract with?!” he beamed. The thought of helping this demon was somehow exciting to Julius. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t know where the hell his brain went, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was make this grumpy demon smile. Even if that mask was in the way, he still hoped to make him happy.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 13, 2012 1:33:33 GMT -5
He could hear the other’s snickers and he could almost feel the stares directed at his back-side. However, that did not last long as the other got in front of him and blocked his path from further the hallway. Odd how cheerful he seemed, and the sudden proposal was that much stranger. He stared at the strange male, as he stood there waiting for some sort of answer. Oh, and he was about to get one.
“You honestly have yet to realize…” he started as he picked a bright red flower from the collection in his arm, breaking the step to a point with his fingers as he closed the distance between them, placing the rose at his heart and pining it there, fingers brushing across his chest over his heart. “You, my careless reaper, are the new contract holder by rights of death.” But then… they were both rather immortal, weren’t they? Such a misfortunate clause that was now going to bind him for eternity to a reaper with no soul to feast upon.
“My contract has a safety clause, dearest reaper. You have quite snared yourself.” or perhaps it was that the reaper snared him, trapped him in a tangle of tight thread that would never lesser it’s ties to the new host. “I assure you, you will know it’s binds when you feel it…” Cain removed his hand from his chest, finger lightly stroking over the velvet red petal as he moved to pass the reaper so he may finish his last small task.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 13, 2012 3:35:02 GMT -5
Contract… holder? Julius? What? Julius stared at the demon, completely dumbfounded. He was probably lying to him. What use would his soulless body do for this demon? Nothing. At all. Julius watched as the taller man stabbed a rose into his oversized button up shirt. What did his words mean, he may never find out. He needed an explanation. Guidance through this confusion. Something! But all he got was a rose as the demon walked away from him.
Julius felt over heated all of a sudden. Anger? No, it was something more. His body became weak and his breath uneven. He fell to his knees gasping for air as something heavy fell to his chest. He clutched his shirt tightly where his heart was located as his vision became blurry. His body became limb and he curled into a ball on the floor, hugging himself in pain. What was this damned feeling? Burning to his chest. The blood in his heart pumped in and out so fast it felt as if it would explode any second. How could this possibly happen to a reaper? It’s never been heard off! Julius mindlessly ripped his shirt open and stared at the symbol forming on his chest. A purple cross with a faint bleeding rose behind it. Julius laid there, his back to the floor, staring a hole into the ceiling. What was happening to him? The demon couldn’t have been serious about the contract. He slowly reached up pathetically in the demon’s direction, which didn’t last long. His body became weaker by the second as the pain subsided. He was tired, as he allowed his body to fall.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 13, 2012 4:21:55 GMT -5
Hmm, about time he supposed. He heard the reaper fall to his knees, and he paused briefly, back turned to the other as he squirmed in pain. In the face of his pitiful pains, Cain walked away from him, although he could not say he did not deserve some pity. He returned to his late mistress’s office, taking a few moments to adorn her lap and cradled arms with magnificent roses, throwing open the windows and bidding a silence farewell to his time wasted. Now… he had a choice. To leave that reaper here and likely pass out from the pain and be found and caught by those who became wary of Linda’s disappearance, or to show some semblance of apathy and do as his contract required of him…
The curtains whirled as he left the room promptly. It was this small soft spot that won him over as he returned to the pathetic ball of reaper. He leaned down, grabbing his arm and pulling him up, grabbing him by the waist and hoisting him onto his shoulder. There was little he could do for him now but drag his poor sorry ass somewhere safe and let him recover. A forced contract was not the least bit pleasant, but that was his problem for killing his mistress. But the dire fact remained that this contract was quite the permanent one… Death was the only absolute end to a contract- and what death shall they foresee in any coming year?
Well, that was not the matter at this moment. It could wait… Cain swiftly left the large estate with the reaper upon his shoulder, carrying him quite a way before finding a specific alleyway and leapt up the unused and half broken crates, easily making his way up to the flat roof and finding the trap-door. He kicked it open and dropped down with the reaper. The area smelt faintly of plants, perhaps something more herbal, and the smell of wood was thick. An attic turned into a living space, just high enough to accommodate his height and with enough area for a bed, a few cabinets, a small stove and a few other small things. Although small, it was still quite clean and homely enough- and fitting for a stray without a permanent home.
He carried the reaper over to the twin sized bed, lightly dropping him on the soft and thick sheets. He reached over for the chair and set it next to the bed. He took a moment to wander off to the cabinets, finding a simple cup and filling it with water before returning to the bedside and sitting down, setting the water on the small round bed-side table that currently held a tall vase with a dead flower, once tall and vibrant, now wilted and black.
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