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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Apr 17, 2013 6:20:33 GMT -5
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out See I've come to burn your kingdom down |
Loki stared intently at his reflection in the mirror, his long spindly fingers grasping the edge of the counter top of the sink so tight it threatened to break under his strength, leaving his knuckles white. Spider web cracks had already started to crease the black marble under his cold fingers. A thin crust of ice had only followed minutes after the cracks, he was loosing it.
His breath came out in hard sharp ebbs and flows, regardless that his skin was cold, sweat gathered across his forehead. He could not look away from himself in the mirror. Those eyes were not his own, he knew that. Brilliant greens had been replaced with a wild unnatural blue, it had been out of his control for some time now. Only recently had he been reminded twice of his purpose given.
There had been a change not just in his eyes but his person as well. Such a fast change that he could not ignore it like he had upon first being sent back to finish his task. His temper could flair at any given moment, agitated, and restless. There had not been such a thing as a good nights sleep since Loki had returned. It was plagued by nightmares or it did not come at all.
And those eyes continued to stare right back at him, cold, empty, possibly dead.
"If you fail, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where we can not find you"
Loki felt himself start to shake, his grip on the sink tightened further. He could have pulled the entire setting from the tile bathroom floor. Those spiderweb cracks grew longer and from thin lines to gaping holes, pieces of marble popping forth from its setting, the corners giving way and falling to the floor.
The noise was not as loud as it seemed to his addled mind. It was enough to cause Loki to snap his head away from the mirror, those blue eyes could bore holes into the wall.
"You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain."
That voice cut across his mind like a thousand cuts, twisting his mind to hate, bitterness and further into madness. One hand moved to cradle his head, wiling anything to make the pain of it all just stop. This had been such a illogical choice to fight control yet again.
Knowing that it would only land him further into pain, trouble and possibly even lose himself in the mix. Or worse, something that he cared about. His children had escaped from their own Hel, Loki had finally found someone,a mortal, that meant something to him. More then just a toy or a pawn in a plan.
Everything came rushing back in with that thought, slamming into him, constricting him. He was a puppet, the son of no one. He was dead. He belonged to them. They would all die by him, he would die by him. He would never get out, he was dead. His mind had reached a breaking point, clouding his reason, overriding his thoughts. Loki grappled for control.
He had to focus, hold on to something, anything, a memory, a dream, something strong, otherwise he would be taken completely. Those few bright moments left untarnished were now all but smoke, blurred and faded, twisted and scarred and too faint for him to see.
Regardless of being a Demi-god, Loki could no longer fight himself, fight the cube, the Titan of Acheron, and The Other.
A sound crept into his mind, one that he could once escape in his waking hours. It flooded his head, it was a voice. His own. Only different.
~your silver tongue will do you no good here~ he seemed to taunt himself, ~ this is what you wanted remember? What we wanted, revenge of a grand scale as we had it at our finger tips.~ it paused, but only for a moment.
~ and you let it go for what? Fun? ~
"I will not-"
~You will not, what, Hm, listen to reason? Then again we have never been one for reason have we? Why start now,~ Loki turned back to face the mirror, he was the only one in the room. This was just a manifestation of his mind, a trick. Ironic, could the trickster trick himself or allow another to?
~They gave us means to exact our revenge against Thor, Asgard, all of them, and all we have to do is simply retrieve a glove on our way out over the carnage. and then we were to be free to do as we please as Asgard burns to ruin.~
his own dark voice stopped, it hoping for a moments of final peace had been too soon. It was all the manipulation, that's all it had ever been. It was how the object in question chose to manifest itself. Silent movements of past times to try and remind Loki of what was really important had failed. This was getting some where.
~If you want this to stop, give in, Be free of it all, let me- let us cry chaos~
"I Cannot" His own voice was not feeble and weak as his mind. As they both seemed to struggle against what this was. Loki had been lucky enough it seemed to grasp the sinks cracked edge for what little support it could give.
It was then a well remembered presence made itself known. The power was one of few the Demi-god feared, it had rendered the god to the floor on his knees in pain. His hands once again on his forehead,wanting nothing more then the pain to stop.
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Post by The NPC on Apr 29, 2013 5:23:49 GMT -5
Do you think there's an escape? There's o escape. You're trapped - a tool, an instrument, a puppet of the chaos we wish to ensure. You're just a toy; a plaything. You asked for power so fine, and it was granted - now it's you who must chose, do you bend, or will you break?
Few knew of an eternal evil. Fewer still knew of an eternal evil so old, even the Gods themselves had since forgotten the resulting chaos that would encapsulate them. They had long since lost memories of a terror so great, it might swallow the universe whole - their records dusty and buried, deep within the scriptures and libraries of the most aged of scholars. What accounts remained were few, those who understood, fewer still - but now the demi-god had put himself in the fray with such an evil.
Perhaps he knew of the trouble he was in - perhaps Loki understood that he himself could only comprehend a fraction; but the evil that spoke to him now was no ordinary villain from the simple, midgardian world. Nor an evil of his own, for that matter - no, The Other was far worse, a creature who might know the depths of the universe, and the others who could make his suffering worse. Loki gave himself to the void of space, but the man he dealt with had glimpsed into the infinity of the Void - and had spoken to the dwellers of it.
You do as is told of you, son of Laufey, or you might never walk the path you wish - the world you bare will be stripped of you by a force even I do not dare tamper with. You think you know suffering, Loki? You think you know pain and terror, puny frost giant? You will wish you could return to such a place when you are walked to the edge of oblivion - to sit at the feet of the throne of chaos, met in the nuclear of the Void, and you will pray for his mercy, under the maddening songs of mindless drums and monotonous pipes, falling deathly silent. You will beg to be let die, as you write and squirm - not allowed to scream, while you yourself are used to guide him to your homeworld, and tear all of those you care about apart. You will watch as your family, your loved ones, and your children, are tore asunder - they will feel every rip, every tear, and they will apologise to you for your betrayal."
Like a cold, deathly hold on his brain, only Loki would ever see the faceless being creeping about his mind. This was no ordinary magic, it was something much older - perhaps as old as death itself. And it wasn't even the worst. An ageless, lost form written on the indestructible parchments, cast and lost through the crevices of space, world and time - magic of other dimensions, of other worlds and planets, things the trickster couldn't even imagine. Things he didn't want to imagine. Things he wouldn't dare learn. No - the vivid mental portrait of the faceless evil was surely enough of a deterrent; the Void, and all who belonged to it, was surely even worse.
You will not rest, nor be at peace, until you have done as is expected, demi-God, or else your world, and your mind, will be sucked into a hollow, chilling vortex. Your soul will be mine.
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Apr 30, 2013 0:14:52 GMT -5
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out See I've come to burn your kingdom down |
And he had made himself known, The Other. Loki knew now it had not been his mind causing the trick but the hands on another. The suspicion of earlier had been confirmed, it did not stop. Nothing would stop not until his employer wished it, though this thing seemed to take pleasure in his torment.
He had never asked for power, Loki had only ever sought purpose. It was them how had asked it of him. To wield it as they could not.
To use it to retrieve for them the power they wished, objects that Odin saw all the more to guard. An now they were probably guarded more so then before, Loki had made attempt for them. An it had been foiled by his daughter his own flesh and blood.
They did not understand how desperate he was to end this servitude. Loki now understood That his words upon his time attempting rule were indeed false. He wanted nothing more then to be free of this. Now he thought that would never happen. That one of the two elder beings would continue to use him. Perhaps as payment for his avid failure.
An yet it had been truth, freedom was a lie, one was never truly free.
Loki reached for the side of the counter, the searing pain in his mind not yet ceasing to stop as The Other continued to speak. Loki knew he would not bend at the end of this, he would break. He was already broken, so terribly terribly broken. He so desperately wished the void of space had been his undoing. It had not been the end he wished, to die and be no more in that vacuum of space.
He had not been thinking clearly. Nor when he landed upon that miserable rock of a desolate world. Where he had been torn down, and built anew. Though it had not worked. He was still just as rebellious as ever. In its subtitle way.
Even through the pain he managed to stand on shaken legs, the reflection he saw in the mirror was not his own a pale, gaunt form any longer but the being who held grasp of his mind. "you have promised such before and I have yet to experience it. even though his voice was weak in retort his tongue was still as sharp as ever, constantly leading him into further trouble no doubt.
The Trickster laughed through his pain, knowing it would only guarantee him more, though it was in his nature, one could expect nothing less out of him. It was simply how he was. he cared not for the threats against Asgard, it was not his home, he never thought of it as such any longer. Jotunhiem was far from such a thing and this meager realm of Midgard was no less a place. He had no home. His self placed exile saw fit to see that through.
Loki held very few in his cold heart in terms of love, knowing his fate was to destroy the worlds. Those few he would protect, even from himself. It was such a weight upon his body, so much that he could barely keep himself standing. His finger tips ground into the marble of the counter top as he struggled. It was in vein, Loki was once again driven to his knees by an unseen force. He knew it to be the magic of The Other. The being continued. Did he already not lay claim to Loki's soul? Was he not already deprived of rest? Though was it his own minds doing or that of the other, the trickster could not be sure.
His sleep had been but a plague of restlessness, always reliving what he could not change, falling, the disappointment in Odin's face. He hated it. Loki hated that he was never good enough, that he had only ever been a pawn. And a pawn he remained. He was useful for the time being but how long would that last?
"And you do not already lay claim to my soul? Touching" he spoke as he dragged his weakened sweat drenched form to lean against the wall. His mind was frail, his will to fight against it broken.
Could The Other not just get the objects in question himself? "if I am that much of a failure, what use do you still have of me?" Loki never knew when to quit, to back down and fall in line. He would not bow to any being. Perhaps his knowledge of his own mortality gave him such courage, or foolish ambition.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Apr 30, 2013 21:49:19 GMT -5
DOMINIQUE FALCONE DOM
Dominique rubbed her fingers against her eyelids, her gaze directed at the passing scenery. Her driver remained silent as he kept forward on to the home of the woman. It had been a relaxing night, dinner with associates then returning home for the night. Her head swam in thoughts of the God in green who she had last seen the night her mind went on overload. A failed attack on her to only be rescued by Hela, the daughter of the God she found herself to be falling for easily. The danger made things all the more exciting. His son appeared that night, too, in the form of a man then suddenly a giant wolf. After watching people turn to dust before her eyes then that, it was more than her mind could consciously take in. But when she woke she found Fenris was still there as well as Hela and it was a silent comfort. No longer did she have the thoughts of returning home to her death.
The cigarette wedged in between her fingers burned on though hardly touched. Her thoughts took her to Loki and when he'd resurface. There wasn't much to go on from what she was told when she woke. Only it was highly unlikely to cross his path for the time being and if she should then Dom would need to be cautious. Once again that danger made her heart speed up in pace as she took a drag upon the stick before she discarded it out the window completely. She reached forward and drank the rest of the martini then popped the olive in her mouth as the car pulled to a stop. She cleared her throat as she opened the door herself rather than wait on another. Her palace awaited her and she believed it was to herself. Hela was sparse and Fenris was possibly out hunting though she knew he wouldn't be far.
The car rolled out of the drive way as she disappeared into the mansion and Dom breathed out a sigh of relief. She loved her home and wouldn't leave it if she could help it. But there were times in which she needed to make an appearance, talk a little here and there, and collect the funds of those under her thumb. It was a job she didn't mind stepping out of her home for but she enjoyed every second she was here. Heels clicked against the smooth floors on the way to the kitchen. She flipped the light switch and set her handbag upon the counter top. She walked to the refrigerator and opened the doors only to stare for a few moments. Dominique grabbed a water bottle and shut the doors only to walk to the large island in the middle of the kitchen. Manicured nails shuffled through the mail as she took a swig of the water and set it down. She opened the electric bill as the tip of her boot tapped against the floor, her long hair hiding the side of her face as she read before tossing it away.
Her hands worked their way through her straight, sleek black hair while she walked down the hall and into one of the first living areas. She favored this one in particular due to the open space and staircases that led directly to the area in which her bedroom was. She walked to the bar area and began to make herself another martini. She planned to take the remainder upstairs and drink it as she soaked in a hot bubble bath while she watched GCN or whatever else interested her. Perhaps after that she'd venture to the theatre area and put on a movie. She hadn't watched the Nightmare On Elm Street films in quite a while. Dom picked the glass up and sipped a bit of the alcohol as she picked up the mixer and headed to the stairs. Slowly she walked as she sipped her drink, she even hummed a little. She came atop the second flight of stairs, about to touch her boot to the third flight when she stopped immediately. Laughter coming from down the halls. Her brows knitted together, it was faint but she heard it. Was the Joker in one of her rooms, ready to play one of his sick games? She was supplying him with weapons, deal meant he couldn't kill her... Right.
Dom moved to the left and set her glass and mixer down upon the table but picked the mixer up on second thought. If it was him she was going to need more alcohol than the small amount she had taken in this night. Her hand gripped the handle of the table to pull the drawer open as her ears picked up more talking. She scrunched her face in confusion, her heart picking up in beat. The Mobster grabbed the handle of the pistol and pulled it out as she placed the container to her mouth and took a few large swallows before setting it on the table. She wasn't going to be drunk but she wasn't going to allow the irritation of the Joker's threats get to her. She walked forward, her finger took the safety off as she heard more talking though it seemed there was one voice speaking. And the closer she came to the source the quicker she figured out it wasn't the clown but instead the Trickster. A breath came from her chest so large it would have seemed she was holding her breath.
"Loki?" She questioned as she turned the door knob and stepped away slightly from the frame. She saw the damaged counter first and a frown came upon her lips. What was going on? She knew his accent and wouldn't forget it. Her lips parted in confusion as she looked on at the God who didn't seem to notice her as of yet. Blue eyes glanced around the large bathroom only to see nothing. Her right hand remained down at her side, the gun still in her hand though her finger wasn't on the trigger. She stepped in closer to be in the doorway of the bathroom. She was sure the bathroom wasn't haunted which left her to question what state he was in mentally. Should she turn and run now? "Loki." She spoke out firmly as her left hand rested against the wood of the frame.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 13, 2013 1:49:51 GMT -5
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out See I've come to burn your kingdom down |
There was no thought in his head as he was slouched against the wall near the sink. Unaware of the room around him for the time being. It was not his focus, as much as he needed it to be. Part of him singularly refused to fight it any longer, that side wished for it to end. Perhaps the Demi-god knew little of pain because few could inflict it in great amounts.
Not even the crushing black Void could kill him, not the fall to the jagged rock covered world, nor would this being. Loki was all to aware he was destined to orchestrate the end, with that himself. No one else could give him that release, As much as this Elder god boasted in his head that he could.
The other half was that of a stubborn trickster, it was cunning and vile. To proud of its own nature to bow or break to any other regardless of power or pain. That was who Loki truly was, Wise enough to know the better, yet to stubborn to quite while he was ahead. No, the Demi-god continued to fight the invisible force inside his head. Physically it was taking a toll upon him. His breath had become labored, covered in a cold freezing sweat and his body was weak.
Naturally, under normal circumstances, the Demi-god would have been all to aware that a car had pulled into the drive way. Much more so that the door was opened and a person was in the building. Even more they were moving about, this was not one of those cases.
So immersed inside of the war for what seemed what little soul he still held of his own. The door knob turned to open, He did not move. His eyes were still an unnatural blue for him. Disheveled in appearance, Loki was looking at her however it was not what he was seeing. His void gaze reflected as attentive and alert he normally was, something was terribly off about him. He did not register the call of his own name nor the Gun at Dom's side.
His torso jerked violently for a moment, it felt as though his nerves were all set on fire at a singular time. Perhaps it was the pain that grounded him for the split second he heard his name the second time. His head immediately snapped to look at her, pain written across his face as much as Loki wished to try and hide it.
"Dom," Loki spoke before trying to take a moment compose himself. "how long have you been standing there? The singular thought that crossed his addled mind was how this looked so some one on the other side. Would she think him to be insane? Perhaps in his own functional way he was.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Jun 18, 2013 1:27:20 GMT -5
She had seen that color blue in his but it had seemed residual before, maybe even lights playing tricks. Her eyes at times looked green when they were really blue. She had assumed the same, not knowing Loki before his deal with the devil. But this night as she stared out at him the glazed blue reflected brightly. Her brow was furrowed and her lips were still parted. It was as if he was looking through her, not even a single mark of attention given to the firearm in her hand. Though she knew human weapons such as this were powerless in stopping him should need be. Dominique remembered the warning well of how the Trickster could be at their next meeting. Now. She wasn't dull, her mind had already wondered about his eyes in the mere seconds she stood before him. It was the same glowing blue of the scepter he held when he first popped in on her kitchen counter. She was unwise to his world, the invading realm that collided with her own and what had happened. She was logical, she could put two and two together quicker than woman who looked like her. She pressed her lips inward as she debated what her next move should be. Dom was hesitant in approaching him.
She took a step into the bathroom and stopped suddenly as his body jerked. She sucked in air harshly as her body tensed. What in the fuck was going on? She placed the gun on the counter, knowing it would do her no good in any situation that involved the God. Her eyes watched on, clouded in worry as her brows rose and wrinkled her forehead. It was one of the few times the woman hadn't a clue as to what to do. What would help. Her hands opened and shut several times over as she wanted to reach out towards him, comfort him in his time of pain. But would her neck be snapped if this was a ploy? What was she to him but a parasite with an inflated sense of worth, of being, in the grand scheme of things? He was in storybooks of hers as a child, a being far more powerful and invulnerable to a death Dom would approach in a series of decades, if she was lucky. She stepped closer though it was painted upon her face that she was hesitant in doing so. He looked towards her as his name was shouted from her mouth as if a break through occurred. She stood frozen in her spot.
"Dom," Loki spoke before trying to take a moment compose himself. "how long have you been standing there?" A sense of relief washed over her body, over her face as his accented though pain rattled voice broke through the silence.
"Only for a few moments," She replied softly as she moved closer though still cautious. "Are you... are you alright?" She asked as she brought herself down to his level before fully sitting down on the floor.
"I got home not even five minutes ago. I thought The Joker was in my house from hearing laughter down the hall." Dominique leaned over across him, careful to give him space and grabbed a soft linen towel. She looked back at him, her eyes danced back and forth as she looked into his own and only offered a soft, compassionate smile. She rose from the ground and walked to the faucet, glancing at Loki in the mirror as she turned the cold water on. "Does that happen often?" She asked while looking directly at him before looking down to put the rag in the water for a few seconds before turning back around after turning the water off. "The mind... thing." She clarified in case he attempted to avoid the subject. Dominique walked back over to the exiled Prince of Asgard and resumed her place on the ground next to him. She didn't care that the outfit she was wearing was expensive. She wanted to comfort him above anything else.
"Do you remember at the ball when I..." She reached out slowly to wipe the beads of sweat that had collected upon his brow and forehead with her rag, her eyes focused on the task at hand which meant avoiding his gaze. "Paused while we were talking at the bar?" She glanced at him reassuringly in case he was wondering where this was going. She didn't pity him, she wanted him to know he wasn't alone- if this was a more than once type of ordeal.
"There was a night in Gotham, right after my father was locked in Arkham, that changed my life.... My mind permenately. So please, don't worry about this. We all have our issues." She brought the rag down to her lap. "How are you feeling?"
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
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