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maskormenacelogs2015-03-25 09:33 pm
brushoff) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-03-25 09:33 pm
Entry tags:
eat the terror, lick the spark
WHO: Dorian Gray & Nysrog
WHERE: Some sort of relatively deserted alleyway
WHEN: March 25th, you go age plot
WHAT: Dorian attempts to kill Nysrog in a misguided attempt to get back his youth. Instead, she kicks his ass with eels. FUN TIMES FOR ALL.
WARNINGS: attempted murder. eels?
Dorian was old. Whatever this was, it had crippled his body, brought him low and, most importantly in Dorian's eyes, it ruined his looks. And how jealous he was, how disgusted he was that it seems everybody else was young, reduced to childhood or reduced to their prime, but he? He had been cursed, warped, changed, the exterior of his body resembling something that was close to his true age.
He had only been this way twice before. The first was due to that damn artist, the one who stole his portrait, who aged him. The second? Coming back from the dead. Four lives to restore what he had lost. Voice, body, youth, a soul. Well...it ended up being three lives back home. He never needed a soul to begin with, anyway.
But what if the deal still remained? What if whoever did this to him knew of his deal back home, knew of the lengths he went to in order to restore his youth? It wouldn't be surprising, after all. The government knew so much about them to begin with. And Dorian, his mind frayed in multiple directions due to multiple circumstances, saw it as the only option available.
As he slowly moved down the street, he looked over towards a young woman. She would do. She was attractive. Young. Everything he wanted and everything he needed. "Excuse me," he slowly stated, as he walked towards her. He cringed at the sound of his voice, so different than what he was used to. It was as if he was walking in the body of another person: everything felt wrong. "Could you spare a moment of your time?"
After all, he needed to make certain that nobody else was here. The last thing he needed was to be arrested (again).
WHERE: Some sort of relatively deserted alleyway
WHEN: March 25th, you go age plot
WHAT: Dorian attempts to kill Nysrog in a misguided attempt to get back his youth. Instead, she kicks his ass with eels. FUN TIMES FOR ALL.
WARNINGS: attempted murder. eels?
Dorian was old. Whatever this was, it had crippled his body, brought him low and, most importantly in Dorian's eyes, it ruined his looks. And how jealous he was, how disgusted he was that it seems everybody else was young, reduced to childhood or reduced to their prime, but he? He had been cursed, warped, changed, the exterior of his body resembling something that was close to his true age.
He had only been this way twice before. The first was due to that damn artist, the one who stole his portrait, who aged him. The second? Coming back from the dead. Four lives to restore what he had lost. Voice, body, youth, a soul. Well...it ended up being three lives back home. He never needed a soul to begin with, anyway.
But what if the deal still remained? What if whoever did this to him knew of his deal back home, knew of the lengths he went to in order to restore his youth? It wouldn't be surprising, after all. The government knew so much about them to begin with. And Dorian, his mind frayed in multiple directions due to multiple circumstances, saw it as the only option available.
As he slowly moved down the street, he looked over towards a young woman. She would do. She was attractive. Young. Everything he wanted and everything he needed. "Excuse me," he slowly stated, as he walked towards her. He cringed at the sound of his voice, so different than what he was used to. It was as if he was walking in the body of another person: everything felt wrong. "Could you spare a moment of your time?"
After all, he needed to make certain that nobody else was here. The last thing he needed was to be arrested (again).