017 - Sour Wine Is Sweeter On Your Lips - Video/Forward-Dated To The Curse Night

[worldofourown]

 [The video flicks on to whipping wind and glittering cityscape. Karl sits perched on a roof parapet, his head silhouetted against a half-moon. His teeth are white and sharp and his eyes are blood-red.]

This is a rather amusing curse. Well, passably so. I haven't allowed my standards to sink that low yet. 

[A dark chuckle.]

Chimeras. Bogeymen. And everyone crying and cowering, like pathetic children. It's entertaining enough to make me want to join the party~

...

I wonder if she's out there tonight. Surely I've given her a delightful nightmare or two~

[Laughing, Karl vanishes from his spot in a blur. The feed snaps shut.]


[OOC: Have a monster? He will kill. Just for the lulz. Give a vampire something to do, City! ^^b]

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[auguria]

[....yes?]

You speak with scorn. Life is worthy of your appreciation.

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[worldofourown]

[Oh Jast~<3]

'Worthy'?

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[worldofourown]

[This sets him off like nothing else.]

I am about a hundred years old, boy. I have done all I care to do. When an old man is ready to die, no one faults him. I am no different - yet this City refuses to free me.

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[auguria]

Near to my age, then. Perhaps we could enjoy the peerage, rather than disdain it.

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[worldofourown]

[...How OLD are you, Jast?]

Easier said than done.

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[auguria]

[Ninety-seven.]

Many pursuits are, but I am not averse to putting forth the effort.

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[worldofourown]

[So old, yet so young.]

...It is too exhausting. When everything changes except for you, it is inevitable to grow disconnected - disenchanted - with the world.

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[auguria]

[Jast understands perfectly well.]

The lives of mortal men spin their circles, harsh in their forgetting. The world is not to blame for it.

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[worldofourown]

[<33]

Wrong. It is to blame.

I never asked to be what I am. If you can fathom at all, what that is like, you'll keep silent.

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[auguria]

I would release you if I could, Karl. It is your right to choose.

[He really does look quite upset about this.]

But I am bound by the laws of this place, I can enact nothing against the will of the City.

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[worldofourown]

[Eyes narrowing, bright red.]

What are you saying? [Dangerously low.] You have the power to free me?

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[auguria]

[Jast can do anything. If it were within the writs, he could reshape a world. Or banish it.]

I cannot free you from the city.

[Accept it, Karl.]

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[worldofourown]

[NEVER!]

But you have the means to?

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[auguria]

[He frowns.]

If it were permitted.

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[worldofourown]

[Karl mirrors the frown, his gaze dark and contemplative.]

There are way that can be arranged.

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[auguria]

You will do more harm than good to upset the balance of things, Karl. I won't allow it.

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[worldofourown]

[Scowling.]

As if you could stop me.

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[auguria]

You cannot harm me.

[The statement is soft, there is no boast to it.]

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[worldofourown]

We'll see about that~

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[auguria]

[Jast purses his lips. He does not want to antagonize Karl, but if the creature is busy with him... He is not hurting others.]

If you must.

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[worldofourown]

[A noble sacrifice, Jast. Creatures like Karl are best kept distracted.

[Swooping across the rooftops of the City, Karl keeps his senses focused on Jast's scent. Despite the aroma of fear and misery overlaying the City tonight, he has little trouble narrowing it out.]

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[auguria]

[Jast's smell is especially strong tonight, that clear scent of fresh rain, feathers, skin. He has remained upon the rooftop, surrounded by that large swatch of his dreamscape, but Karl bears wings, it will be little impediment to him. Jast stands as he swoops in, blue eyes a shining beacon even in the evening dark.]

I have no desire to fight with you, Karl.

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[worldofourown]

[There's a particular tinge - a whisper - of magicks about Jast's aura. It's something Karl hadn't noticed when he was cursed as a child. But it tickles his senses now - a sort of surreal, spiritual hayfever.]

[Wingless, but swift as wind, he lands in a half-crouch on the roof. Face to face with Jast. Fangs bright and bared.]

You seem to have no desires for anything fun.

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[auguria]

[He won't be goaded into this, Karl.]

Our ideas of it differ.

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[worldofourown]

[A sneering moue.]

Or perhaps you're afraid to taste what true bliss is?

[In a flash, he leaps toward Jast. Gripped, as scenery blurs around him, with the longing to seize, take, break. How would it feel, to sink his teeth into that pale translucent skin, taste the salt and delicate muscle, to tear through it and feed?]