08-16-2013, 11:53 AM
This does not happen often.
To Vee it may seem that, like so many Sabbat, Flood is lost to the Beast. Indeed he revels in it. Flood would argue, like many of the more disciplined Sabbat, that there is a difference. He could stop this. Perhaps try to steady and focus himself again once his belly is full. That he chooses not to. But he's too busy focusing on the lamb led to slaughter when that red shirt brought by similar force of will. Flood looks him up and down before descending upon him in hunger unleashed. Opening his neck with two stabbing ivory dagger pricks from his fang. Drinking deeply from the font of life, his undead body is again filled.
Her revels in it at first, yes. But that revelry becomes debauched as his body is filled and his vessel is emptied. He can feel the pulsing expulsion of blood on his lips and tongue grow more and more faint in its steady metronome. His heartbeat weakens, but it still conducts its tune through the veins and arteries as life reaches climax, crescendo, and is finally eslipsed. He does not realized he has become hypnotized by it. He does not realize, at least not at first, that what he takes is traded for a part of his soul.
He steps away from where he has pinned the K-Mart employee against the side of his car. This employee had a name. His name was Harold and Harold is no longer with us. Only now does Flood read that name tag on its lanyard. What remains of Harold slumps in the unyielding dead man's hand that catches him by the collar of his shirt and deposits him into the Model J as well. A body that is layered atop William's still-living one like a paper weight to hold down the giant of a man.
Flood turns back toward where Vee is finishing Mercy, still wiping blood from his mouth with his handkerchief, though it still discolors his teeth and the lines of his gums something ghastly. And when he sees Vee ready to finish Mercy, his voice is clear:
"She gave you a run for your money. She'd be a valuable soldier once broken and swayed to our cause. Don't forget you have a choice," and it's then the coldness in Flood's voice becomes more apparent. That he has become less of a man and more of a monster than before. Especially when he says, not caring one way or another: "Make it quick," getting into the driver's seat of the car and then turning over the engine.
Joey @ 11:32AM
[ Oh no. I killed someone. (Flood's monotone) Conscience at difficulty 8. ]
Roll: 2 d10 TN8 (2, 2) ( fail ) VALID
niko @ 11:32AM
D: Witnessed!
To Vee it may seem that, like so many Sabbat, Flood is lost to the Beast. Indeed he revels in it. Flood would argue, like many of the more disciplined Sabbat, that there is a difference. He could stop this. Perhaps try to steady and focus himself again once his belly is full. That he chooses not to. But he's too busy focusing on the lamb led to slaughter when that red shirt brought by similar force of will. Flood looks him up and down before descending upon him in hunger unleashed. Opening his neck with two stabbing ivory dagger pricks from his fang. Drinking deeply from the font of life, his undead body is again filled.
Her revels in it at first, yes. But that revelry becomes debauched as his body is filled and his vessel is emptied. He can feel the pulsing expulsion of blood on his lips and tongue grow more and more faint in its steady metronome. His heartbeat weakens, but it still conducts its tune through the veins and arteries as life reaches climax, crescendo, and is finally eslipsed. He does not realized he has become hypnotized by it. He does not realize, at least not at first, that what he takes is traded for a part of his soul.
He steps away from where he has pinned the K-Mart employee against the side of his car. This employee had a name. His name was Harold and Harold is no longer with us. Only now does Flood read that name tag on its lanyard. What remains of Harold slumps in the unyielding dead man's hand that catches him by the collar of his shirt and deposits him into the Model J as well. A body that is layered atop William's still-living one like a paper weight to hold down the giant of a man.
Flood turns back toward where Vee is finishing Mercy, still wiping blood from his mouth with his handkerchief, though it still discolors his teeth and the lines of his gums something ghastly. And when he sees Vee ready to finish Mercy, his voice is clear:
"She gave you a run for your money. She'd be a valuable soldier once broken and swayed to our cause. Don't forget you have a choice," and it's then the coldness in Flood's voice becomes more apparent. That he has become less of a man and more of a monster than before. Especially when he says, not caring one way or another: "Make it quick," getting into the driver's seat of the car and then turning over the engine.
Joey @ 11:32AM
[ Oh no. I killed someone. (Flood's monotone) Conscience at difficulty 8. ]
Roll: 2 d10 TN8 (2, 2) ( fail ) VALID
niko @ 11:32AM
D: Witnessed!