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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 6, 2007 23:51:36 GMT -5
Okay... the money clip came in very, very useful. She's warm, she's inside, and in comfort. Despite the fact that the room around her probably only cost $45, so she was slightly scared of touching anything. It would pass though... She had picked up a phone card, holding it in her injured hand, the black business card with silver embossed fonts on it just hidden behind it. Ignored? Someone obviously wasn't ignoring Lacey... Now was just the time for answers. She reaches forward, dialing the phone, listening and following the instructions for her PIN numbers and all.
Finally, she could start dialing in the number. She listens to it ring... |
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Post by millia on Nov 7, 2007 0:09:21 GMT -5
"Millia? MILLIA!"
Her eyes fly open as she stare up into the pitch blackness, the dark void known as her room. The blaring sound of a booming voice stagnant as the air above her, looming overhead. Her blond hair down, flowing, caught over her left shoulder. Suddenly a tug at her locks brings her sitting upright in her bed. She looks to her left in utter disgust.
"What the hell is WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"You have a call Millia. It's one of the subject Lavitz had contacted. It would be wise to answer it."
"Che... "
She waves him off and gets up out of bed as an more agitated Millia. Walking over to her gear she pulls her jacket up and slides it on, leaving the front collar guard unzipped. She'd have to be able and speak loudly if she was on the phone. Grabbing her belt and flowing pants she fastens them on. Slowly, taking her time she does up her blond hair. Getting it in a form that wouldn't hinder any movement if needed. She walks the length of the room before looking back at her sword. A thought process begins in her mind. The subject was human, she was not a threat. Weaponry was not required. Leaving the room Millia picks up her cell phone and looks at the front display. Slowly, she opens the phone and answers the call.
"You must be the one who has an dire obsession with self inflicted forms of punishment. Lacey Cadavre, correct?" |
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 7, 2007 0:27:01 GMT -5
"Serving a sentance is more my thoughts on it... but yes. That's how I'm known to the world, Lacey Cadavre..."
She runs her thumb over the text on her card before setting it on the nightstand in front of her, holding the phone to her shoulder by her cheek before starting to unzip one of her hooded sweatshirts.
"And to whom would I be speaking to, that Archer's pointed me in the direction of?" |
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Post by millia on Nov 7, 2007 0:36:17 GMT -5
"My name is Millia Bellatrix. I'm Lavitz's replacement. I'm a higher class of Archer than he was, hence I was deemed more suited for the task of what our benefactor wishes. Frankly, I do not see myself as nice or kind as Lavitz was. He was interested in saving the World through misted means. I only care about doing my job, it is that simple. No smoke, no mirrors, no promises of salvation. My associate wanted Lavitz to help certain people he found of what was it... unique interest or something to that point. Simply, he just wanted to see who was worth his time. The effort put forth in order to reach out and seek out people who aren't simply useless individuals. Hopefully, you are one of those people Miss Cadavre." |
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 7, 2007 0:47:24 GMT -5
"I"m hardly useless... I can hold my own, despite what my current condition belies. I guess being sober the next time I try to take down a woman three times my size would be in my best interests, hm? What is he even looking for anyways, or... who is he? Archer keeps talking about a GCW... but I have no clue what he's talking about." |
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Post by millia on Nov 7, 2007 0:56:04 GMT -5
"GCW?.... Hm, I have no information about any organization currently constructed called GCW. If anyone else mentioned it than that is not something I can explain. I have been informed of a hindrance to the entire situation though. Someone named Dylan Ryder I believe? A man of God, a messenger, a preacher, almost as if he were.... a Minister. I despise Ministers, or anyone of "the cloth". False hope, it's pathetic. I do not truly care for people who try to pass off cheap-.... Why am I even getting into this. You called the contact number, there must be a reason yes Miss Cadavre? Is there something you require.... assistance with?" |
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 7, 2007 1:04:34 GMT -5
"Answers. Why me?"
She shifts her arm, crossing her legs.
"Why a murderer? I can't even forgive myself for what I've done... yet someone wants to assist me?" |
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Post by millia on Nov 7, 2007 1:15:47 GMT -5
"If I understood my boss, there wouldn't be any reason for me to work for him. I do not want to sound a bit of a buzzkill Miss Cadavre, but murder is no longer something that can be considered a hang up. If he choose you for a reason, then he choose you for a reason. I do not consider any of the subjects Lavitz came into contact with "worthy" of anything. I simply despise human nature, it dictates that any one man or woman will do any one thing possible for self preservation. Where I come from we see things quite differently. Losses become acceptable when it comes to a death of one singular being. You could be a rapist for all I care Miss Cadavre, you could have been involved in the death of Lincoln and I would not give it a second thought. My associate wanted you contacted and wanted to give you assistance, I have no Earthly idea as to why. I do believe though, he would know his own reasoning." |
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 7, 2007 1:19:58 GMT -5
"And let me guess... I have to wait "Until due time" to find out why? I'm sure you've heard the term, "Selling your soul," correct, Miss Beliatrix?"
A deep sigh can be heard from Lacey, refastening her grip to the telephone.
"By any, means, necessary... I need to erase my mind from my own self imposed judgement and curse... I need release... that is what I require assistance for... Not release in death... but release in peace of mind, or even acceptance..." |
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Post by millia on Nov 7, 2007 1:29:53 GMT -5
Her jaw clenches, a grin forms. Bingo. The small almost shell of skull fragments form against the outside of her jaw. Rigid edges, sharp and vicious. Covering the entirety of the skin covering her jaw, licking her lips she chuckles slightly under her breath. Release of mind, peace of mind, acceptance. Millia turns to face one of the other Archers in the room, her skulled half-mask now fully visible, she grins wide and nods her head slowly. The male Archer bows his head slightly at an angle, taking his leave from the room. To... easy.
"Acceptance... it can be a hard thing to find Miss Cadavre. Not being loved, being abandoned by all those you thought you could trust. Having the love and hope of your life ripped asunder from you, torn into shreds before the very eyes of your soul. It is simply heartbreaking isn't it? I know the feeling.... I know it well, but he saved me from that. Oh yes. It was thanks to him that I now see life in a much much different view. You want... freedom, from your own mind.... don't you? You want a sense of ease to wash over your... pitiful existence, correct Miss Cadavre? If that's correct....
Perhaps a meeting... is not far off in the future." |
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 7, 2007 1:34:00 GMT -5
She swallows hard, a small tear falling down her cheek.
"Tell me what I've got to do or where I've got to be... I'll be there... It'll be done..." |
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Post by millia on Nov 7, 2007 1:50:05 GMT -5
"You don't have to do anything Miss Cadavre, but rot. Rot in your own self indulged hell of a mind and continue to beg for freedom. I will come by and pick you up...
When I feel as if you've earned it enough through self penance. Until then?.. Enjoy your hell Lacey. I find that sometimes the only secure things in life, are the things that carve the deepest scars into one's own soul."
Millia closes her phone and drops it on the floor, she clutches her head in pain. Shaking it from side to side she runs her hands down to her jaw line, grasping at the skulled half-mask she hisses through clenched teeth. Controlling this was never an easy task. She glares up at the male Archer standing ten feet from her position. In a second she seems to vanish into thin air. She reappears behind the male Archer, her eyes casting a deadly glare to the back of his head. He freezes, knowing there is no point in trying to run. Millia wraps her right arm around the back of his neck from behind, a split second away from snapping it clean off before an interruption occurs. She spins her head to the right and stares down the open doorway, the sensation of fear and self paralyzing anxiety comes over her instantly. The skulled half-mask vanishes from her jawline as the footsteps draw near. Releasing the male Archer she shoves him aside and kneels down on one knee as the foot steps stop.
"... I'll find her within the next 48 hours..... I promise you that.." |
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Post by v on Nov 7, 2007 7:42:28 GMT -5
"Good. Make sure she is welcomed with open arms, won't you Archer? I would hate for her to think.... that her temporary hostess, is rude. Wouldn't you, Archer?"
The man stops in the doorways frame, the long trench coat covering his frame. The cloak like garb covering his head and draping over the edges of his face. He stares down at the woman kneeling before him, how he enjoyed his position. Knowing those around him despised him with every bit of their core. It was a good feeling, a sadistic pleasure. He kneels down to one knee in front of her, pulling his hood back he smirks at her.
"You must absolutely abhor... having to call a human, boss. It must eat away at you every waking moment of your life, doesn't it Archer? Knowing that a "mere" human... is above you in the ladder of this organization. You should feel privileged Archer..... not many females would be assigned as my assistant. I have this nasty habit....
Of sending them back all dead.
I will try my best to make sure that does not happen concerning you... after all, you have such a pretty face when you look as if you want to kill me. Come on now...... show me The Chains. I do so enjoy those on a female." |
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Post by millia on Nov 7, 2007 7:50:03 GMT -5
"..... Che..."
Millia keeps her head lowered and grinds her teeth under her breath. What was this now? She was going to be reduced to the level of a Zoo animal? Performing tricks whenever he wanted to see them? She closes her eyes and grudgingly.... very, very grudgingly nods her head slowly. You would have missed it if you turned away. Opening her eyes she tilts her head slightly up, enough to make eye contact with the benefactor. Making no efforts to hide the fact she was hissing out through a clenched jaw, Millia slowly feels that unique sensation known as "The Chains". Parts of bone fragments begin to appear on the outside of her jawline, slowly bit by bit as the outer skull fragments begin aligning on top of them. Slowly but surely, the skulled half-mask covers her jaw line, stopping about four inches from the bottom of her ears. After seeing the little smile on the man's face, Millia disperses the half-mask and stands back up. She bows her head slightly, and walks straight past him. Leaving to get prepared for the trip to locate Miss Cadavre. |
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Post by v on Nov 7, 2007 7:56:05 GMT -5
He grins softly as the wind seems to almost cut behind the female Archer as she takes her leave. Nodding his head slightly the man stands up and looks at the cell phone left behind. The first meeting of a subject, interesting indeed. He did however also wonder how the main point of his interest was doing. He walks over to the table and picks up the cell phone, opening it up he stares at the names that should be in the log from when the former Archer handed out cards. Jamie Dourif was the main name of interest. Though, he had admitted that Kelly Monarch was somewhat, cute. Closing the phone softly he places it back down on the table before looking around the room. Lady Archers could be quite troublesome, they had the tendency to.... prove, untrustworthy in terms of loyalty. He rolls his jaw a bit while clenching his fists. He may have more power, politically in the organization. Yet physically he was still at the moment... a simple human. This body was still just a redux, a makeover project if you will. Salvaging for parts. Thankfully he had this spare body already intact when the time came for it's use. Now he just needed to find a way.... |
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