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ataraxion2012-11-05 10:43 pm
theshabbiestofmen) wrote in ataraxion2012-11-05 10:43 pm
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[The camera clicks on to a low-lit room. It's difficult to see anything, but there's something moving in the darkness--
--a face. A wolf's face turned to the side, its jaws bloody and eye narrowed, teeth stretched into sharp, curved fangs. It stares at the camera for a few seconds, sizing it up, before turning. But the other half of the face isn't a wolf; rather, it's a mangled, gory mess. A young face appears on the screen, meshed horribly with the wolf on the other side-- and it's Remus' face, but one could only tell that if one knew him well, as his face is horribly torn up. Torn skin and exposed muscles make up the majority of his face, while blood pours from scratches on his forehead. His teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek, but that's barely visible, as dripping yellow fat mixing with crimson blood are constantly slipping down his cheek. It's a horrible sight, made all the worse by Remus' sudden low laugh.
--because it's the mask, of course, and he proves that by removing it after a few seconds.]
Enjoy the show?
[There's a noticeable edge in his voice and smile, something colder and crueler than before.]
I think I quite like this new development. It's certainly far more interesting than simply another Jump, don't you agree? And far less deadly-- which reminds me, there's new people here, aren't there? I do hope that's not your first inkling that things on here aren't quite so lovely as they seem; that would be a rather poor welcome.
[He glances down, considering the mask for a few more seconds, before glancing at the camera again.]
You know, I'm always surprised at how kind everyone is here. Aren't you? How welcoming they are to the supernatural creatures. The vampires and the werewolves, the poor castaway souls that have found sanctuary here-- but you know, I don't know if that's so wise. It works out for me, of course, but don't you ever wonder what might happen if one of us snapped?
[He grins fiercely.]
Think about it. Once a month, all that separates me from a potential meal-- that is to say, you (and please don't say that you could defend yourself from me, because I can promise you, you couldn't, not from me when I'm on the hunt)-- is a simple door and a dog. Just a few inches of steel, and I'm sure soon enough the werewolf will figure out how to get out of that.
As for the vampires-- well. I don't think it would be very hard for a vampire to snap, would it? At least with me, you only have to worry once a month. A terrifying once a month, to be certain, and I could most definitely hurt you if I was so inclined now-- but in the end, I have control over myself twenty-eight days of the month. A vampire, now-- well. He could snap at any moment. His cravings are a constant hunger. Imagine, if you would, starving. Having hunger claw at your stomach, making you dizzy, making you delirious-- and then being presented a delicious meal and being told you weren't allowed to have any. Imagine having to deal with that at every hour, every minute, every second of every day--
Really, it's a wonder the poor things haven't snapped by now, isn't it?
[He slips his hand up, his finger playing carelessly at his dogtooth.]
Of course, being a creature of darkness also has its benefits. Strength, hearing, sight, smell-- they all get better. You become something better than a human, something bigger and cleverer and far more interesting. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised no one has asked for the bite yet.
But then perhaps you're all frightened.
[He shrugs and glances down at the mask again. After a moment he slips it back on and turns so the wolf side is facing the Network.]
I suppose you should be.
--a face. A wolf's face turned to the side, its jaws bloody and eye narrowed, teeth stretched into sharp, curved fangs. It stares at the camera for a few seconds, sizing it up, before turning. But the other half of the face isn't a wolf; rather, it's a mangled, gory mess. A young face appears on the screen, meshed horribly with the wolf on the other side-- and it's Remus' face, but one could only tell that if one knew him well, as his face is horribly torn up. Torn skin and exposed muscles make up the majority of his face, while blood pours from scratches on his forehead. His teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek, but that's barely visible, as dripping yellow fat mixing with crimson blood are constantly slipping down his cheek. It's a horrible sight, made all the worse by Remus' sudden low laugh.
--because it's the mask, of course, and he proves that by removing it after a few seconds.]
Enjoy the show?
[There's a noticeable edge in his voice and smile, something colder and crueler than before.]
I think I quite like this new development. It's certainly far more interesting than simply another Jump, don't you agree? And far less deadly-- which reminds me, there's new people here, aren't there? I do hope that's not your first inkling that things on here aren't quite so lovely as they seem; that would be a rather poor welcome.
[He glances down, considering the mask for a few more seconds, before glancing at the camera again.]
You know, I'm always surprised at how kind everyone is here. Aren't you? How welcoming they are to the supernatural creatures. The vampires and the werewolves, the poor castaway souls that have found sanctuary here-- but you know, I don't know if that's so wise. It works out for me, of course, but don't you ever wonder what might happen if one of us snapped?
[He grins fiercely.]
Think about it. Once a month, all that separates me from a potential meal-- that is to say, you (and please don't say that you could defend yourself from me, because I can promise you, you couldn't, not from me when I'm on the hunt)-- is a simple door and a dog. Just a few inches of steel, and I'm sure soon enough the werewolf will figure out how to get out of that.
As for the vampires-- well. I don't think it would be very hard for a vampire to snap, would it? At least with me, you only have to worry once a month. A terrifying once a month, to be certain, and I could most definitely hurt you if I was so inclined now-- but in the end, I have control over myself twenty-eight days of the month. A vampire, now-- well. He could snap at any moment. His cravings are a constant hunger. Imagine, if you would, starving. Having hunger claw at your stomach, making you dizzy, making you delirious-- and then being presented a delicious meal and being told you weren't allowed to have any. Imagine having to deal with that at every hour, every minute, every second of every day--
Really, it's a wonder the poor things haven't snapped by now, isn't it?
[He slips his hand up, his finger playing carelessly at his dogtooth.]
Of course, being a creature of darkness also has its benefits. Strength, hearing, sight, smell-- they all get better. You become something better than a human, something bigger and cleverer and far more interesting. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised no one has asked for the bite yet.
But then perhaps you're all frightened.
[He shrugs and glances down at the mask again. After a moment he slips it back on and turns so the wolf side is facing the Network.]
I suppose you should be.
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I don't know why we're still trying, man.
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[He doesn't sound very impressed, though.]
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Derek always tries.
He's always trying. [ That it's part of the problem hangs loose in the air. ]
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Do you want to come over?
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You need me to bring anything along?
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[He sighs.]
And perhaps we can spar or something. I need something to get this aggression out of me.
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[ it's a playful tone, all told - remus wants to take out his feelings on, go right ahead, isaac's a willing volunteer. he's not the only one with feelings to let out. ]
Let's see if can take me down.
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We're not getting dealt with like we're a problem.
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My door's open. Just come in when you're ready.