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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:49:27 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo7drug himself to his feet. His arcane power spent. He ignored everything and everyone but his twin. His obsession. He noted the state she was in and if he had any heart it broke. No accolade of defeating a god mattered when he saw her. He gently and with supreme care cradled her to him, leaving the scorched arena behind them. He detested what he was about to do. He would walk to the demigoddess (Abi's) estate, never letting anyone or anything touch Monet. The macabre scene of him moving through Tyran with his sister in his arms terrified some and endeared him to others. Upon arrival he demanded an audience with lady Abigail. In his current state his demand was not as potent, but he would recover and Mordred never went to anyone for anything.
stirred just slightly once Mordred had touched her, her hand closing on his arm subconsciously and a little smile appearing. In the back of her mind all she knew was they were alive, he'd succeeded, and she was safe.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:51:29 GMT -8
Abigail would of course never deny any body who came to her door
Whether Mordred wanted to admit it or not, Abigail was a woman of her word . Even though he had not shook her hands with her. Or agreed , this was the part of deal that Abigail said she would do . To accept any vargo and at any time.
She said not a word to him nor did her eyes show any form of self Importance that he had come to her door only hours after he basically insulted her.
Abigail was a woman of healing a true light being in this aspect. She ushered them in. And she would use her most trusted assistant. Calling Sana, Who was also Abigail personal maid. They had grown up together. Though they were not related. Sana held all of Abigail's secrets. (C)
Mordred would find a bed In perfectly secluded area. Abigail first healing was nature. Herbs tincture , nothing magically or light. Before becoming a DemiGod Abigail hated magic. Or using magic. She believes you worked by the sweat if your brow. Using science alchemy and your good 'ol thinking cap to solve problems. She used only light or magic in the most extreme circumstances. Though this had changed in the few months that she had become DemiGod and mordred returned it was not so forgotten Abigail did not still use it .
The mattress would be stuff with a mixture of hay and wool for one would allow it or be easily changed it burned if necessary. Two the cloth of the mattress would be tightly woven and covered in a wax to prevent any bodily fluids from reaching the inside. The. Covered in very clean sheets that would be changed daily and boiled with lye and Bilberry bark for sanitation. The hung to dry so it would not irritate delicate skin .
“ lay her down so we can removes her clothes “ (e)
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:52:30 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
_clutched Monet to him defensively and turned slightly from Abigail, protective as ever over his twin. His voice raspy, his throat dry and lips parched and cracked from the heat blast. "Heal her, no matter the cost.." He looked at Abigail in a way that was almost pleading, "you owe me this...you owe this to my MOTHER!" He would not lay Monet down nor remove her clothes. "ANYTHING you must do, it must be done like this..."Part of him knew it was not conducive to her healing but who could blame him. The man just literally walked through hellfire and brimstone for her. "Our bond...keeps her..." He staggered back but kept his footing and tried to focus, "our bond...." He slumped but never lost contact with Monet
Monet Vargo
hadn't unclosed her hand from Mordred's arm, and they'd notice they would have to pry each finger away to do so. Though both would notice that the longer he had been holding her, the more life came back to her. Its not so much that she was healing, but he was keeping her from getting worse with their contact. The fact he could still hold her in his own condition spoke volumes after what he'd just endured.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:52:46 GMT -8
Abigail calmly said to mordred “ mordred why are trying to convince me to heal her, in your delusional paranoia , you forget I don't hold grudges.” She directed him to bed that was.in the same room.meant for family And loved ones “ shut up and quit giving more information on how to hurt you because you keep thinking I'm trying to set you up, its not helping “ she rolls her eyes.
With delicacy and gloved hands magical to keep them.perfectly clean. They began to remove the Pieces of fabric the could. She recalled when she had examined the monets blood. She tried to remember if she had adverse reaction to silver.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:53:30 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would relent slightly, and would lay with Monet on the bed, as close as possible to her but still allowing Abi access to her. He closed his eyes and let his head rest upon his twin. His eyes flared open then..."Cowards will come lady Abigail...they know my condition and hers...." His eyes were indeed wild. He began to rise but felt Monet's hand clutch to him..."I cannot defend us now Abigail..." His lip curled, "you can boast Mordred Vargo, owes..." He could no longer attempt strength and basically collapsed finally next to Monet, even the Usurper had limits.
Monet Vargo
was still fully clothed, just a burn mark here and there. It was more the heat that had gotten to her than the flames themselves. Abi would notice though that even if they tried, they could not remove the melted mask that was on Monet's face... it seemed stuck with a curse, even in its melted state. Tyr had not yet had a chance so soon after the battle to remove the curse since it seemed he too was in an injured/unconscious state. She was stable however.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:53:55 GMT -8
“ yes yes mordred .. don't worry your actually in place of sanctuary. As soon as you came in to this private area it was hidden. I actually created itto hide from people like you. Now you’re using to hide from . People like myself strange how things work “ she that with no malice only mind amusement at the thought “ and do not worry mordred, you owe me nothing , just consider this part of the agreement we made. If you like to keep your pride .. To accept and heal a vargo no matter who no matter where “
She would test silver water on both the twins first mordred then money to see if there reaction would be harmful.
If not both sana and her begin to wash each one. To clean there skin. To strip them of their soiled clothes. To make them as comfortable as possible. So as what mordred would have told her their bond is what would heal them . She would just use what SHE could to make their body use it own techniques to heal them.
Abigail always listened she also stopped talking as soon as she saw Both were unconscious.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:54:44 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
looked up and winked lazily at Abigail, "trust the madness..."He then fell into a deep sleep, as long as he and Monet were touching he would recover. While resting he would clutch onto and for Monet. Hours would pass as Abi worked what healing she could on Monet and in turn healing him...
Monet Vargo
had no adverse reaction to the silver, and in fact... Abi and her assistant would notice that the water would get absorbed into Monet's skin as it applied when not wiped away quick enough, leaving the silver behind with a sheen on her skin. The water added more tone to her skin and she stirred a bit. "Mordred-" she said weakly first, but noticed he was there with her, so she relaxed. Then she saw Abi, and weakly gave a thumbs up, "Won..." then she was out again.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:55:47 GMT -8
After washing there bodies and using herbs and natural things to heal Monet she would cover them both up and put them close together allowing them touch . Folding up there old clothes but also available to them, clean clothes i when they would like to leave.
She then left them alone.
Mordred Vargo
was unconscious, but was recovering. No one could nor would ever understand the twins bond. He had told them all time and again they were one being divided and obsessed with the other more than just sexually. They could not exist without the other when bound. The healing that his body underwent simply by being in physical contact spoke testament to their union. Yes he had won, and yes they would recover...it was known now that even a GOD must be weary when dealing with them, especially Monet, the foil to his madness. In a bout of fevered Madness he sat up and called her name..
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:56:28 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
stirred from what felt like a very long rest. Initially when she felt pain throughout her body, she got a flashback of her days as Anathema and her heart sped up. But then she noticed Mordred was there with her, and they were... somewhere; safe? Waiting for the fog to clear, she pressed to him and furrowed her brow. "...its okay, I'm here." she said to him, without even knowing what it was that startled him.
Mordred Vargo
simply rested in her arms. The most wicked man in Tyran finally rested. He could feel his twin even though consciously he made no response. They had won...he never lost. There was a point when he would look up at her and try and grin and push from her, "I need Absinthe.." Delusional, he lay back against her again.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:59:04 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
wrapped her arms around him, wincing softly but smiling. "You defended me. Proved we're still not weak," she said softly to him and kissed his forehead with the part of her mouth she could move. "Where are we?" she asked him, not knowing how they got here or why she was naked with him somewhere she didn't recognize.
Mordred Vargo
"with Lady Abigail...in her sanctuary, even for the damned..." As Monet grew in strength so did he, his voice no longer raspy, his lips no longer heat chapped and cracked. The massive amount of bruising he suffered from the chain impacting his form began to diminish. "Monet, " he said almost reserved, "you do know anytime you desire to be free of me you can..." He searched her eyes then, she would know why he said what he did..
Monet Vargo
lifted a brow and actually looked a bit angry. Her hand had even twitched with the initial urge to slap him, but she had resisted considering what shape they were in. "He must have hit you in the head pretty hard for you to say something stupid like that." She sighed and soothed his hair beneath her fingers while he was rested against her. "You don't have to feel bad for that," he knew what she spoke of. "If you hadn't, its possible you could have lost that fight and we'd be dead, right? You did the right thing, and I'm proud of you for having the wisdom and courage to. Thank you." Thanking him for such an action... she wasn't even a masochist. "You showed so many people our power; you made people question coming after us. They can't bully us the way they did mother and father. We protect our own and succeed. So no guilt, okay?"
Mordred Vargo
would nod and wrap his arms about her midsection as he lay in her lap. "No guilt..." His jaw clenched, "You have seen the length's I would go to for you Monet, I single handed have almost destroyed the ToL. Their god is broken, his high priestess renounced him and belongs to me, his faith banned in the capital...all for tricking you beloved...This world is yours and as long as I breath anything you wish from it is yours...."
Monet Vargo
looked down at him and smiled through the half her mouth she could. "I only need you. The rest I'll simply enjoy while we still breathe. There might be some nice things in this world to me, but it still wouldn't be worth living in without you. That... was true hell. Only a couple people kept me from ending my time here to go slap you in Hell for leaving me." she chuckled, wincing a little with the laugh. Her burns were mostly healed now to simple surface burns; Abi's herbs and water treatment had done a good job.
Mordred Vargo
smiled, "I owe lady Abigail, even though she said I owe nothing...Defeat a god and end up owing in the process." He laughed, "my ego will recover." He grew serious , "when he can recover..."Mordred grinned evilly, "your curse will be lifted beloved. The broken must honor the victor, a law even I would have had to honor..."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 3:59:41 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
nodded and would not argue such a thing, she was vain still, even if not as much as she used to be. "I can't believe it melted. What were those red flames? They were even hotter than the ones you yield..." she shivered instinctively remembering; most normal living beings would when that close to hell fires. "Lady Abigail did well. I wont forget her help. I might-" she cringed, "have to allow her a tea party again in thanks. Maybe a pink, fluffy dress..." she laughed at that image in her head.
Mordred Vargo
laughed, "let's not get out of hand now.." He smiled up at her, "Flames of Tyranny, he surpassed his father and evolved. It was impressive, the black flame I expected from Baracus and took ample precautions and learned their mastery, Tyr is something else now. I doubt anything else could have pushed him to evolve into what he is now...all in all though, black, crimson, green or purple, I will endure and quell any of them if they trifle with what completes me." he reached up nd drew her down to him, kissing her mask and portion of her lips exposed.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:00:20 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
made attempts at returning his kiss, but did draw down to him and cuddled back up to him, knowing they still had recovery to do. "Fascinating..." she said once they'd settled again. "I've never seen anything like that fight. I truly thought at one point we'd lose, no offense beloved..." she half-smirked. In her past, she would have been a wreck with how mess up her face was, refusing to even let Mordred look at her. Times had changed though, and she knew without doubt he wasn't judging her appearance which only made her feel more beautiful and relaxed even in this state. "Lyf is going to be upset you excluded her. We might face death again at home."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:01:39 GMT -8
Amika
observed Tyr's defeat and said nothing. She didn't even make a gesture or movement. When all was said and done, she followed Monet and Mordred to Abigails. She did not follow Mordred in with Monet, she stayed outside in the cool air of Autumn. She didn't say a single word during this, but Mordred would know she was there. Where else would she go? Her house was destroyed. She was back to square one.
Mordred Vargo
would laugh and the sit up, Monet's rapid healing aided his own. "Come with me a moment beloved." Mordred stood again. Triumphant. He caught Monet by her hand, to him mask or not nothing compared. If she would join him he would step out of where they were recovering from and look directly at Amika. "You two share a bond to Roark..what ever issues you two have, die today..." His tone was domineering and direct even t Monet, she knew why he would speak to her in such a fashion.
Amika
turned her head hearing the door open. Her tail moving as she sat on the step. She stood softly as he went out. Emerald hues looked to them but the seemed empty. Like she held no emotion anymore. She nodded to his words.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:02:22 GMT -8
Monet VargoYesterday at 7:35 PM
regarded the demoness and noticed her state. "Give me a better reason, than the fact she was a meat shield to my stolen egg..." she challenged him, but he could tell that if given a good enough reason, she might consider his request (if a command could be seen as a request.)
Mordred Vargo
smiled , "Monet, I asked you too beloved...do I need any other reason?"
Amika
looked to Monet as she spoke. They were both deceived by Tyr. Amika assumed it was her egg that assisted in the creation of Roark. But she didn't speak. She didn't offer an argument.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:04:28 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
crossed her arms and rolled her eyes making the melted mask tug at her skin. "I'll do my best to be civil and fair. That is all I can offer." Finally she looked at Amika. "If you hurt Mordred again though, I'll make sure you suffer for it through your own loved ones."
Mordred Vargo
moved behind Monet and folded his arms about her and looked over her shoulder at Amika. "Both of you like it or not share a child and are tied to me now....any harm caused by any of us will be shooting ourselves in the foot so to speak.." He turned Monet to face him, "Amika gave much for me, never forget what our own mother gave up for our father...no seeds are being planted in her but you two need to raise that boy. I won't"
Amika
didn't respond to Monet's comment about her hurting him. She didn't smile...she didn't laugh. She didn't even looked pissed. She just looked....numb. She had mourned Mordred when she couldn't save him from Hell. She realized too late of her mistake then. "Roark is grown. Married....I wont impede his wishes or of Monet's." she spoke softly. Her tail moving as she let her arms rest infront of her.
Mordred Vargo
would ask, "so why the hell did Tyr want him to come stay with Monet and I in the Carrion lands and 'learn' our ways?"
Amika
_looked to Mordred with a soft turn of her head. "Because he doesn't know of Monet and doesn't know of how you run things there. I think its a good thing for him to learn about his other family." she responded simply. "Roark wasn't raised with me, he was sent away to live with another family. Tyr thought it was best. He went when he was a few weeks old"
Monet Vargo
didn't say much, just allowing the two to communicate before she would add in to it. "I got the impression Roark knows now. I've also met him. As for living with us, it seemed Tyr meant to learn more about his bloodline... and he's a full grown man now, he does not need us raising him. He even saved me from an angry mob, so he's perfectly capable. I think perhaps it'd be beneficial for him to meet his brother however."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:06:32 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
grew serious, "Laelia would not simply allow such a thing, you know how protective of Zephyr she is...but again you Monet are their mother." he held up a finger to Amika silencing her.
Mordred Vargo
continued, "this is a mother's work, I simply guard and attack.."he winked and would make a mocking dog growl. He coughed and would grimace. He drew Monet closer then.
Amika
Wouldn't try to speak as he rose his finger to her. She didn't even look like she was going to even say anything to add to it.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:08:10 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
kept close to Mordred, not just because they always preferred to be this way but because it was helping them heal. "Lady Abi might have something to help you," she said to Amika, regarding her state of mind. "Mordred would also like some absinthe. I know you two enjoyed drinking together..." it was her first attempt to offer trust. Monet trusted that Amika wasn't going to do a repeat of history and try to steal Mordred away, or get in between the twins. Mordred would do as he pleased, but Monet was also going to be clear about the boundaries she expected.
Amika
let out a soft breath. "It matters not of what I need of help..." she spoke without emotion. "As for Absinthe...." she reached into her Nullspace and pulled out the same unopened bottle of Absinthe he gave her all those years ago. "He may partake of this..." She offered a smile but something about it was...unnerving.
Mordred Vargo
reached for the bottle over Monet's shoulder then paused. "Amika..."He said her name as to draw her full attention to him, "If Monet can attempt trust, you will eventually find your purpose again. You renounced your faith and placed it in me to do the impossible...I did, as can you." He took the bottle then and smiled. "Or we can all stand here sour, damn the both of you then" he chided playfully, "I just broke the God of Evil.." Amika's empty smile was nor could ever be unnerving to Tyran's boogeyman and his twin...
Monet Vargo
half smiled at the demoness and Mordred. "I like you like this. That should inspire you enough to get out of that funk soon enough..." she shrugged and looked back at the room they came from. "My Hell's Gate should still be in my clothes, I'm going to go get dressed now," she said and then was off.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:08:46 GMT -8
Amika
as Mordred spoke her name, her eyes went to him. "I asked of you to show me. And show me you did. You challenged him and bested him." she tilted her head up, exposing the supple of her neck to them. "You both need rest...." she spoke matter of factly. She nodded as she watched Monet move to find her own drink.
Mordred Vargo
trailed after Monet and called over his shoulder, "come with us little outcast...besides This bottle of Absinthe isn't going to drink itself...Focus on something other than what you did loose Amika...I will not have you all gloomy and empty like a sad puppy. Celebrate, you finally chose the winning side..." He too would have to dress after Abi stripped them naked, he though the healer just wanted to see his dingus but said nothing out loud. Monet would know his thoughts though
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:09:32 GMT -8
Amika
would follow them inside. "Its not going to drink itself as you have already drank it." A snide retort, a faint humor in her voice but she really didn't show much emotion.
Monet Vargo
let out a snort slightly at the thought, remembering how Abi was staring at his butt too in that battle. She was finally dressed, and turned to help Mordred dress when he came to join her, then opened up her flask of Hell's Gate and hoped it wasn't ruined from the heat.
Mordred Vargo
caught the faint humor and smiled to himself. He handed Amika a glass after he was dressed. Mordred never had shame of his physical. He lofted his own glass to the both of them, waiting for them to join in his toast, "Unbound and Unbroken..."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:10:21 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
rose her flask with him, to celebrate in the victory he'd earned. Then she took a long drink.
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took the glass that was offered in her hand. She rose up her glass in response "Unbound and unbroken...." she repeated before she would take the glass to her lips.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:10:47 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would nod to himself. Indeed his house was unbound. Monet would not suffer Tyr's advances, Amika would no longer be the subject to being kidnapped every other day or dumped by her poor choice in lovers. Briefly he wondered if anyone saw his vision. Children were involved..Mordred knew better than most what a divided house could mean to a child even if grown. Each was free in their own way, if they saw it or not it didn't matter...he always saw and played the game differently...and never lost....
was unbroken, when connected with Monet, the child... all of them(Zephyr, Roark) bore a part of her which meant part of him. Everything that he did was for his obsession...man nor god would impede him and his lust for completion.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:12:17 GMT -8
Amika
brought the glass down, moving to find a chair to sit down. When she did, she crossed right over left and rested the glass upon the arm. She let out a soft sigh as she let her eyes close. It had been a very rough few weeks, leading up to this point.
Mordred Vargo
watched Monet lay herself to rest. He never left her side but took a seat opposite Amika. He finished his glass in one swallow then and refilled his and hers. "Amika...do you regret your decision?"
Amika
took a moment as she rose the refilled cup to her lips. Allowing the drink to flow down her throat. "No.." she spoke when she swallowed and lowered the drink as her emeralds found his .
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:13:58 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would nod, "I wanted your faith not your freedom, I know you have ties and a child with a dead man. Things with us all are confused, just know this, no abuse will come to you again. Take time to heal your heart and steal your nerve, everyone deserves a chance to be reborn and viewed differently, even you demoness."
Amika
the mention of her child's father made her flinch. It still was fresh. It had hurt her deeply. "You will keep me safe?" she looked to him. She chuckled softly "How sweet of you...."
Mordred Vargo
would shrug, "I am not like Tyr, even when I ruled as the Black King i never abused my follower's...and who other than I could keep you more safe, but you do need to go see your child and her father, face all fears, that is what we do." He winked at her and waved it all off, "now..get drunk with me like we used too..."
Amika
lifted her glass "Isn't that what I am doing right now?" she arched a brow and curled her lip upwards in an odd smile. "I will go see Dawn and.....I dont want him harmed okay?" she spoke. "He may have hurt me but I still care..." She sighed softly as she moved seats to sit beside him. "I remember when I first met you. Hired me on as a chef in your keep..." she chuckled at the memory.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:14:15 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
laughed, "good times.." He said to their initial meeting, "even then you saw something that drew you to me...as far as your child's father. I will not do to him what he did to me, he tried to kill my mother and hunted me without mercy, yet here and now I tell you to return and make right what was broken...remember our oath, UNBROKEN Amika...I hate the old son of a bitch, but he is my uncle never the less and if my mother were here, bless her soul she would want peace..." He shrugged, "I am not as bad as people make me out to be Amika, I just take no shit and if anyone comes for mine, I will destroy everything they touch.."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:15:31 GMT -8
Amika
nodded softly to his words. "I'll speak to him again, soon." She let her fingertips trail the length of his arm, just a hairs breath from actually touching him. "I know you're not bad. Just...very direct in your wants. I know you care of Monet deeply.I can sense it in both of you." Her eyes ventured up to his dead whites. "I will not delve in between you two. I will not take you back down to Hell, so don't ask of me....." she chuckled weakly.
Mordred Vargo
smiled, and used his index finger and thumb to lift her head, "slowly but surely you will find Amika again..." He winked at her, "next round...too serious...we are celebrating." How ironic, he was comforting to the ex-high priestess of a God he had just broken.
would add, "at least now the people you deal with will tell you they hate you to your face...Laelia may stab you in the eye but hey we all take our chances with the queen, trust me..." he laughed and filled their glasses again with the green anise flavored liquor.
Amika
felt his fingers lift up her head. "Eventually...." she agreed with him. She knew she would find herself again. Just like she had before when she lost her other lovers. She laughed, actually laughed at his words. "Oh I know people hate me, regardless of they say it to my face or not. I am infamous, Mordred..." she took the drink that was refilled and took a heavy pull. Her tail moving beside her. "My friend list just got shorter and my enemy list got a whole lot longer...." she chuckled lightly to herself. "As for the Queen....I wont go seeking her. I know what she did to the previous queen..."
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:16:02 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
grew serious, "surround yourself Amika with those who will push you." He glanced at Monet, "I'd die for that woman, have fought a god for touching her, do you think she would want me to be mediocre? Women desire to know they can be protected, as a male, that is my job, ask some women though they would say different, but the proof is in your physical build, all them holes you ladies have, receive..." He winked and again waved off the deeper conversation. "I don't allow weakness around me, so square your shit..I need a drinking buddy again." he laughed and looked her up and down then back to Monet and would grin and shake his head. "You tell anyone this side of me I'll kill you."
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:16:38 GMT -8
Amika
laughed softly as she took the bottle from his hand and poured the remainder into his glass. "Mordred. I'm sure one day you will kill me regardless. But..your secret is safe with me.." she looked over to Monet as she slept. Her eyes softened a little.
Mordred Vargo
laughed and finished his glass..."we need another bottle."
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Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:18:35 GMT -8
Amika
laughed softly as she drank the last of her own. "I'll get one...." she stood up slowly. A slight wobble as she opened her Nullspace once again. Mordred could get a peak inside. some spare clothes. Money, lots of it...weapons and other interesting things. And a good stash of alcohol. "Hmm..." she leaned in and grabbed two more bottles. "Lookie here....I think I got these the last time I got inventory for your castle....the last of it before shit hit the fan..." she turned towards him holding the bottles in her hand.
Mordred Vargo
would grin. "Amika lets discuss living arrangements shall we, you said your places no longer existed..shall we build another...you will need a place for your daughter to come to to see you yes?" He shook his empty glass at her an indication the needed to start the next round.
Amika
uncorked the new bottle and leaned over to refill his drink. Allowing Mordred to get a good look at what laid upon her chest. "Yes, although Baracus would never let you around her." she smirked to him. "Where should we build the new place?"
Mordred Vargo
laughed, "who gives a damn what Baracus wants, that's your little runt and I never said I wanted to be around it... my son...is grown, the other...no longer." He stopped and swallowed his glass empty.."Another...he hated speaking on what Daemonicus gave for him to be here.
Amika
refilled his glass as he gave it to her. Handing it back as she took a drink of her own. Sitting back down next to him. "He is her father. He has every right to express what he wants..." her tail flicked lightly as she drank her own drink and refilled it
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status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:19:12 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would nod, "indeed, as any father should.." He laughed lazily the liquor setting in on him, "how twisted though is it you now reside with his chief rival..." He snickered over his glass and shook his head, "this shit show only gets better with each moment doesn't it." He tosted his glass with hers.
Amika
laughed softly leaning into his arm, raising her own glass with his toast. "My life is twisted, Mordred....haven't you guessed that already..." her words slurring slightly
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status: offline
Alias: The Usurper
Race: Human/Homunculus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan/Family: Vargo
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 24, 2018 4:21:07 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
draped his arm around Amika, "I am glad to see you starting to relax, you gave me what I wanted, faith in me...enjoy this time Amika, redefine yourself if need be but square that shit with my uncle."
"stated flatly, "do you hear me....'
Amika
laughed softly laying her head onto his chest as he draped his arm over her. "Yes I hear you...." she finished her drink and giggled softly.
Mordred Vargo
asked, "what is change to you Amika?"
grew sage like and in that moment bore an eerie semblance to his father Camien.
Amika
's tail flicked back and forth from the edge of the thing they were sitting on. "Change?" she looked to him...she was trying to think. "Change is....striving for something different..." She moved slightly so she was more facing him, drawing her legs slightly under her so she could see his face better when they spoke. "Well this is different....for sure.." she chuckled softly.
Mordred Vargo
_winked, "why are you affraid of something you want, change...something different?" He winked at her again as the liquor truly began to set in.(edited)
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