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Post by Andrei on Jun 29, 2007 16:48:47 GMT
Name of Applicant: Andrea Daniels
Position Testing For: Mod
You'll be judged on the following things:
1. Quality of Grammar
2. Inventiveness
3. How much you stay IC
4. If any rules are broken
(Test ends in two pages)
Horrific screams could be heard emanating from the old house. As they rang out the suddenly cut short, indicating a violent end. The mansion's interior was fairly sparse, with only a few old momento's of an ancient line. There were shields mounted, here and there, all bearing the same crest. The crest was split into three sections, with a black bird rising up from ashes in the top corner, a dragon in the bottom right corner and a snake in the bottom left. The scream came from the cellar however, and down the stairs that led to the scream's source a horrific scene lay.
With his newly acquired fleshcrafting skill came a desire to test it's limits. Roughly a week ago Andrei had been cruising the streets, looking for worthy test subjects. He'd found ten. They consisted of hookers, drug addicts, bums and society's other refuse. Three remained alive and the one who was screaming had just had their mouth fleshcrafted together. A satisfied smile spread across the Fiend's face as he looked down upon his work. The man's abdomen had no skin, or even muscle left upon it. His legs had the skin peeled away and his arms had been given the extra muscle taken from his abdomen. If it weren't for the manacles and chains that tied him to his metal deathbed he would have killed himself to stop the pain. A few swift and elegant strokes of his hands later, and Andrei was studying the nerves that he could see. He broke one, and the man stopped squirming.
Bother, I snapped the wrong nerve. Now he'll just asphyxiate as his lungs won't work anymore. Test subject number 8, it's now your turn.
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Post by Andrea on Jun 29, 2007 17:25:49 GMT
Andrea walked over as she felt angry, being called a 'test subject 8'.
It's Andrea sir. she said with a hard tone in her voice. She had her swords still with her, so if he did try to hurt her, he would pull it out, and kill him. She then wouldn't have any hesitation on that one.
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Post by Andrei on Jun 29, 2007 18:12:44 GMT
Audacious whelp. She shall regret such a loose tongue. Perhaps I'll remove it...
Yes, I apologise dearest...Andrea. Please, you need not keep those weapons with you. In my house, only the deserving are punished as this man was. Gunther, come and clean this away while I prepare Andrea for the test, and store her swords with my own please.
The small, ugly little man waddled from a corner and began unclipping the horrific remains of the man on the metal slab. A grate below allowed blood to seep through it into a large swimming pool hidden further below the mansion. Since his embrace the Fiend had taken up swimming, and loved the fact he could feed whenever he did so at home. He held out a hand to gesture her over to a wooden chair with very suspicious red marks on it. Considering the surroundings it wasn't hard to deduce what the red stains were. Still, why hadn't one of the ghouls taken the swords from her when they'd brought her in? Rather, how had she hidden them from his heightened senses? Andrei was extremely suspicious of this girl and very worried. Could he have let an enemy into his manse so easily?
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Post by Andrea on Jun 30, 2007 2:11:27 GMT
Andrea still had weapons, but kept it hidden as she stood close towards the chair, but didn't sit down. Seeing her weapons over with an other old man, she asked the other man, the man that told her to sit down.
Remind me...why am I here again? she questioned as she crossed her arms, her hood had been lowered as you could see clearly that her golden eyes weren't happy at all.
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Post by Andrei on Jun 30, 2007 11:13:34 GMT
Why you are here? Because I wish to give to you a wondrously dark gift my dear.
Technically, from the Fiend's point of view, he wasn't lying. Of course, he dressed his words up to indicate the embrace or possibly ghouling but what he really meant was that he intended to use Vicissitude to, expand, his knowledge of physiology. Hers to be precise. If she refused to comply he would have to do something about her to force her to sit. The girl was strangely at ease with such horror surrounding her. The fact she'd just been witness to a truly gruesome torture scene and murder, the blood and bits of human body in jars and otherwise strewn around the place didn't seem to throw her off at all. Could his ghouls have brought home something supernatural?
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Post by Andrea on Jun 30, 2007 12:25:45 GMT
Andrea smirked as she decided to play with time.
Oh? And what KIND of girft do you plan to give me? A dark gift doesn't sound an awful lot to me... she smiled as she continued to stand.
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Post by Andrei on Jun 30, 2007 16:27:37 GMT
Now it was clear the girl was playing with him. It was likely she believed him to be no real threat to her, that or she was very good at playing cool under pressure. It began to wear on the Fiend's patience however; anyone who was so disrespectful always did get on his nerves eventually. Clearly however, she didn't want to sit in his little chair. That was understandable considering what he was going to do to her but that didn't mean he wasn't vexed by her impertinence. He moved closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders. The black gaze of his eyes locked with hers as he elaborated on what he intended to do, his hands squeezing her shoulders lightly.
Clearly you are an intelligent girl Andrea, so I shall not lie to you. When you have sat in that chair I intend to strap you in tightly and then use Vicissitude to perform a vivisection on you. That is the Dark Gift I spoke of. You haven't got a choice in the matter really though; my minions will prevent you from escaping in the unlikely event you escape my harsh talons.
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Post by Andrea on Jun 30, 2007 23:58:35 GMT
Andrea then gave a small smile as she reached slowly towards her hidden knives. Her golden cat like eyes sparkled evilly. She gave a small sigh as she told him,
Then clearly, you should know that I won't be sitting on it. Now, I think I've changed my mind...I shall be going now. Ecxuse me! she tried to move away, as she was detemined to shrug the hands off of her shoulders. Her canines were somewhat visble as she called out towards the old ugly man that had her swords. Her teeth, from anybody's veiw were abnormally sharp, and she couldn't hide them, nomatter what she did.
Oh, and please don't under estimate me. I've got more talent then you actualy think. she said cockily as she grinned at him, her teeth visibly white and sharp.
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Post by Andrei on Jul 1, 2007 1:07:49 GMT
It is too late little morsel...The Fiend smiled lightly, his eyes soft and his face free of malice. This apparant peacefulness only served to make his next actions that more chilling. She'd allowed him to hold her in his grasp for too long now. He slid his hands down her shoulders until he eventually got to bare flesh on her forarm, at which point he simply peeled it back and quite simply removed much of the muscle, sliding it down and misshaping it so that it was clumped up at the woman's wrists. As he did so he noticed that the woman had fangs. He thought she smelt strange, certainly not human. It explained much of this situation. He shut down Auspex at this point, knowing that vampire or no few creatures could see their own flesh being warped without screaming out in terror. Fewer still could bear the pain.Talent is useless when you are physically incapable of using it.((Note: Damage done by Vicissitude such as the stuff I did just now can be reversed and healed via spending a bloodpoint as I've effectively done one health level of damage to you Just 6 to go ^_^. And it's not an auto-hit either btw, you could've pulled yourself away quite easily rather than just try to shrug me off  .))
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Post by Andrea on Jul 3, 2007 0:36:03 GMT
Andrea yelped in pain as she took a step back, reaching for her knives, she used the last of her strength and fired at him. Crumpling on the ground, she moaned with pain, her arms felt useless, as tears began to form in her eyes, because of the pain.
Bastard...
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Post by Andrei on Jul 3, 2007 16:10:48 GMT
The knives both sank into his arm, but only one was able to truly cause damage. The Fiend hissed in pain and quickly removed them, pulling one out with his teeth and the other with his now free hand. The injuries, being deep lacerations, would require a fairly large portion on of blood to heal as normal vampires would, but Andrei had other means to close his wounds. His talons pinched the skin and flesh together and simply smoothed the flesh back into place on each arm. Vicissitude was truly a beautiful discipline. With his arms in working order all he needed was to have more fun with the girl. She was clearly trained in the arts of fighting and if she knew what limits Vicissitude had, it wouldn't be too long til she healed herself up. That in mind, the Tzimisce moved closer to her with his talons extended.
Oh yes, please go and fetch me some blood Bruno; I'll need a few refills after I'm done with this one...
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Post by Andrea on Jul 3, 2007 16:22:13 GMT
Andrea managed a smirk as she heard him hiss in pain. Wincing herself as she cried in pain, her arms were useless now. Jumping up, she did a backflip without using her arms. She put her hands behind her back as she stood back, still in pain, she glared at the man.
Who the hell are you, and what do you really plan to do to me?
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Post by Andrei on Jul 3, 2007 17:03:01 GMT
Locking his black eyes with her golden ones, Andrei leered at her with a palpable rage. This girl's athleticism narrowed whatever clan she was in down a lot. Only the Toreador, some Caitiff, a few Brujah, some Gangrel and Ravnos and Assamites were acrobatic enough to do that. Well, he guessed a few Setites might be capable of it. Her weaponry indicated she wasn't a Toreador, Brujah or Gangrel though, very few would use hidden knives as weapons.
From whence did your blood come, childe?
An impudent and stupid girl, aren't you Andrea? I told you already, you are to be my next victim and I shall perform a vivisection upon you.
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Post by Andrea on Jul 3, 2007 20:19:43 GMT
Andrea continued to glare at him, not letting her guard down. She shouted at him,
Do you want me to put it into simpiler tones? What is your name?!? she repeated slowly as she winced in pain, her arms still hurting, now blood dripping down on the floor. She stumbled back as she regained her balance, her back straight and tall. She glared him down, hopefully getting an answer from him. She would not let him touch her, she wouldn't allow it.
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Post by Andrei on Jul 4, 2007 13:58:39 GMT
This girl was truly incensing. And so shrill and vociferous too. It appeared she wasn't worth his time trying to psychoanalyse; she was far too simple to bother with. That narrowed the number of clans she might belong to down to. Right down to Caitiff. There was no way she could be so stupid and be anything other than a mutt vampire. Disdain swelled within Andrei's breast for the beast. No peasent had dared to speak to him like this before and he would not let her off lightly. But he had to calm himself, this was the perfect opportunity to study a vampire's physiology. Normally it was only humans he could experiment on, this was a rare treat to be savoured. He began to approach her again as his ghoul came in with the bucket of blood.
Ah, thank you my dear servent. I shall need much sustenance for what I shall do with her. Anyway, vehement scum, I am the master of this house and I am going to dissect you alive. Are those terms simple enough for your tiny intellect?
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.))