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<blockquote data-quote="Strider_Koln" data-source="post: 4828944" data-attributes="member: 78265"><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">How Koln got seperated from the girls:</span></p><p><span style="color: White">[sblock]</span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em>"Why don't we split up?"</em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em></em>Father Koln's thoughts: <em>Did Clover just say that?! After hearing that, the rest of what Clover says simply does not register, I just hear 'blahblahblah.' There is so much wrong with that plan... Firstly, whether Clover realizes it or not, I am her protector. And I could never leave Ruby alone... if anything happens to her I swear to God I will NEVER forgive Clover. </em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em>Lastly... without them, I am weak. Don't leave me alone...</em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em></em>Koln's train of thought is cut off by a piercing scream that pierces his senses, stinging his ear drums. The scream seems to from all around him, when he turns around to ask Clover and Ruby if they heard that they are no longer there. He looks into his pocket only to find Socrates missing. </span></p><p><span style="color: White">In a panic he backs up to a wall but nearly falls over, finding the surface not nearly as solid as it appeared. His shoulders and back are all crimson in color - that smell... the walls are bleeding? No, the walls are blood! The house is alive... it is its own demonic entity!</span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White">As if someone was reading his thoughts he hears from outside men shouting in familiar voices, "Brûlez! Brûlez l'hérétique" <span style="color: RoyalBlue">(Burn! Burn the heretic!... although it's similar to the english) <span style="color: White">What follows is very hard for any nonmalkavian mind to fully comprehend: the wood of the floor breaking, splintering, shifting, rupturing in the image of an inferno. The floorboards expand, grow, shift, spray spinters into their air in thick rusty-red clouds</span></span>. As the hall contorts about, the walls become blood, and the floor a mock fire, with the air becoming dense with smoke, the screams return. </span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White">Koln does his best to seek safetly, eventually huddling into a corner and holding his knees to his chest, repeatedly telling himself, Ce n'est pas réel. Ce n'est pas réel. <span style="color: RoyalBlue">(This is not real. This is not real) <span style="color: White">in a voice choked with anger, rage, and dispair as he is reminded that he is forever at his own insanity's mercy. That is... unless.. of course! Koln smiles at his cunning plan, it is his mind. His brain has been <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />ing with him since he was turned, well enough is enough! With a laugh, which strangely echoes and silences the screams, he raises his gun to the side of his head. He hopes this does not kill him... everything he's read about vampires has suggested it would, but hopefully he will live and just be brainless. Clover likes to pretend he is, so why does it matter? And what good Christian really needs a brain anyway? It just gets in the way. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White">As he applies pressure to the trigger he suddenly feels an arm wrap around his, and another tightly grip his shoulder. Someone, inside the dripping barrier of blood, seems to be gently dragging Koln inside with him, and Koln does not resist. Why bother to fight the chaos that is his own mind? It does no good. He stands, now in what appears to be a void... and he gets the feeling as if he was just pulled out from his very own thoughts! Indeed, he does not belong here in this mindless dreamless void.. no sentient being does... A voice whipsers, very weakly, as if uttered from a dying man, "Vous êtes sûrs ici le fils... et la vérité viendra à temps." <span style="color: RoyalBlue">(You are safe here son... the truth will come in time.)</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White">Koln rubs his eyes, hearing Socrates squeak in his pocket and look up at him. The darkness slowly dissipates but the madness remains.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White">[/sblock]</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White">Before him are a set of stairs... He knew it. The basement! Koln smiles and (VERY CAUTIOUSLY) proceeds down the stairs, taking one step at a time... before reaching the bottom and entering the wine cellar. </span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White">He approaches a set of rather interesting bottles, but as he gets closer to the bottles they start to rattle. Koln mutters to himself, "No.. I don't think so, not this time." He smirks, turning away from the crazy bottles and sliding open the doors. "A wine shaft I wonder..?"</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Strider_Koln, post: 4828944, member: 78265"] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]How Koln got seperated from the girls:[/COLOR] [COLOR=White][sblock] [I]"Why don't we split up?" [/I]Father Koln's thoughts: [I]Did Clover just say that?! After hearing that, the rest of what Clover says simply does not register, I just hear 'blahblahblah.' There is so much wrong with that plan... Firstly, whether Clover realizes it or not, I am her protector. And I could never leave Ruby alone... if anything happens to her I swear to God I will NEVER forgive Clover. Lastly... without them, I am weak. Don't leave me alone... [/I]Koln's train of thought is cut off by a piercing scream that pierces his senses, stinging his ear drums. The scream seems to from all around him, when he turns around to ask Clover and Ruby if they heard that they are no longer there. He looks into his pocket only to find Socrates missing. In a panic he backs up to a wall but nearly falls over, finding the surface not nearly as solid as it appeared. His shoulders and back are all crimson in color - that smell... the walls are bleeding? No, the walls are blood! The house is alive... it is its own demonic entity! As if someone was reading his thoughts he hears from outside men shouting in familiar voices, "Brûlez! Brûlez l'hérétique" [COLOR=RoyalBlue](Burn! Burn the heretic!... although it's similar to the english) [COLOR=White]What follows is very hard for any nonmalkavian mind to fully comprehend: the wood of the floor breaking, splintering, shifting, rupturing in the image of an inferno. The floorboards expand, grow, shift, spray spinters into their air in thick rusty-red clouds[/COLOR][/COLOR]. As the hall contorts about, the walls become blood, and the floor a mock fire, with the air becoming dense with smoke, the screams return. Koln does his best to seek safetly, eventually huddling into a corner and holding his knees to his chest, repeatedly telling himself, Ce n'est pas réel. Ce n'est pas réel. [COLOR=RoyalBlue](This is not real. This is not real) [COLOR=White]in a voice choked with anger, rage, and dispair as he is reminded that he is forever at his own insanity's mercy. That is... unless.. of course! Koln smiles at his cunning plan, it is his mind. His brain has been :):):):)ing with him since he was turned, well enough is enough! With a laugh, which strangely echoes and silences the screams, he raises his gun to the side of his head. He hopes this does not kill him... everything he's read about vampires has suggested it would, but hopefully he will live and just be brainless. Clover likes to pretend he is, so why does it matter? And what good Christian really needs a brain anyway? It just gets in the way. As he applies pressure to the trigger he suddenly feels an arm wrap around his, and another tightly grip his shoulder. Someone, inside the dripping barrier of blood, seems to be gently dragging Koln inside with him, and Koln does not resist. Why bother to fight the chaos that is his own mind? It does no good. He stands, now in what appears to be a void... and he gets the feeling as if he was just pulled out from his very own thoughts! Indeed, he does not belong here in this mindless dreamless void.. no sentient being does... A voice whipsers, very weakly, as if uttered from a dying man, "Vous êtes sûrs ici le fils... et la vérité viendra à temps." [COLOR=RoyalBlue](You are safe here son... the truth will come in time.) [COLOR=White]Koln rubs his eyes, hearing Socrates squeak in his pocket and look up at him. The darkness slowly dissipates but the madness remains. [/sblock] Before him are a set of stairs... He knew it. The basement! Koln smiles and (VERY CAUTIOUSLY) proceeds down the stairs, taking one step at a time... before reaching the bottom and entering the wine cellar. He approaches a set of rather interesting bottles, but as he gets closer to the bottles they start to rattle. Koln mutters to himself, "No.. I don't think so, not this time." He smirks, turning away from the crazy bottles and sliding open the doors. "A wine shaft I wonder..?" [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR] [/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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