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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/12/2016 12:23:14 PM
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[i]Irina smirked, as she closed the door and headed into the apartment room, which had a Christmas tree within it. None of the lights were UV lights, which was definitely good for Ghiaccio in the future.
The two were basically left alone, with each other. Irina began performing more sign language.[/i]
[u]So what now?[/u]
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"Do you have a knife I can borrow?" He asked, I mean of course he knew she had something like a knife on her. Who doesn't these days?
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[i]Irina nodded quickly, and opened up a drawer within the home. The drawer held her personal Rakuyo, the sword and dagger broken away from each other. Irina took the knife, and held it tightly, before returning to Ghiaccio. She held it out for him - did he wish to stab her? Irina honestly wouldn't have minded too much - she had left him to die. And so, she sighed as she held out the weapon, as if awaiting the inevitable. [/i]
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He grasped the weapon tightly, as if really considering to shank her ass right there. He held it so tight his knuckles went white. Ghiaccio then let go of it, dropping it in his lap. "I...can't." He muttered quietly, looking down at the blade. Then he grabbed it again, somehow through a sheer incident of stupidity, he cut himself of his hand. "Dammit." He said, letting the blood drip from his palm and onto the Mask....the Mask. It had a reaction to it which caused spikes to violently erupt out for a moment, which then sunk back in.
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[i]Irina's eyes suddenly widened, as the spikes suddenly revealed themselves - so the key was blood...[/i] [u]Ghiaccio. Hand me the knife.[/u] [i]Irina herself took the Mask, studying its design and such. She would cut herself, then quickly hand the mask to Ghiaccio. She hoped it would work better than regular blood...since after all, she was a Vileblood.[/i]
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 12/15/2016 12:41:43 PM"Or, I hold the mask." He said, catching on what he [i]thought[/i] Irina was thinking. "It'd be a bit faster that way." Ghiaccio held a hand out for the mask. In truth he was kind of paranoid about the mask as well, what if she was deceiving him for it? No no that couldn't be right....could it?
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Edited by Orn: 12/17/2016 4:06:56 AM[i]Irina sighed a little, then gave the mask to Ghiaccio. Holding the knife, she sliced open her very hand, as her Vileblood blood (That sounded weird.) dripped through the wound. From the looks of it, the mask only activated when blood was upon it, so...[/i] [u]I guess you have to put the mask on first. Then I'll rub the blood onto it.[/u]
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"Fine." He replied, placing the mask on his face. It was surprisingly fitting on him, but nonetheless he wasn't afraid of death. Not like he had anything to live for anyways. He looked at Irina through the mask's eyes, anticipating it.
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[i]Irina only nodded, as she placed her bloody hand upon the mask's forehead, while she gripped the knife tightly. She hoped that it would work: she respected Ghiaccio quite a lot, especially after the certain events they had gone through.[/i]
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The spikes quickly shot into his head and pierced his skull and brain, activating the vampiric powers within him. He was now 'dead' but 'alive'. Pained screams came from him as the mask did it's work before the spikes exited his brain and skull. It fell off into his lap as he was limp with...no wounds? The once man now turned vampire gave a chuckle as he finally stood up, free from the bonds of his wheelchair!
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[i]Irina only pocketed the bloodied knife within her coat, a thin, almost jolly smile upon her pale face as she merely clapped for Ghiaccio. She was genuinely happy about the restoration of his body, to say the least - and yeah, she'd be ultra cool with letting him live in her and Athena's apartment.[/i]
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His body changed to suit his new abilities, his nails were now long and sharp, perfect to draining a target of blood. He looked more muscular than his usual thin frame, though he wasn't fuсking Fist of the North Star jacked. Ghiaccio opened his eyes and looked at Irina, his vision was much more clearer than it ever was and thus he didn't need the glasses. He took off the red framed glasses and crushed them like one would do with a piece of paper and tossed them on the wheelchair. He picked out the shards of glass that got stuck in his hand, the wounds healed up rather quickly as well. "This...is....perfect." He said, looking down at the wheelchair.
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[i]Irina only stared at Ghiaccio's new dorm triumphantly, as she crossed her arms and stood up straight. His new form actually did somewhat intimidate her, especially the fact that he had almost immediately recover from his crippled state. [/i] [u]So should we test just how far the regeneration can go?[/u] [i]Irina asked this in sign language: she wanted to see how much he could endure.[/i]
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"Yes. However I must note that my head would be a...weak spot should you call it, specifically my brain. If that is destroyed then I cannot regenerate and I will die." He replied, staring at Irina.
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[i]Irina nodded, before suddenly jolting towards Ghiaccio at blinding speeds-[/i] [i]She stopped right in front of him, the blade of the serrated knife shoved right into his solar plexus. By testing him out - she had taken a major risk and stabbed him head-on. She tore the knife out, waiting for the regeneration.[/i]
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Ghiaccio placed a hand over his stomach, specifically the spot he was shanked in. He was breathing heavy with a look of shock on his face, before it turned into a smug smirk. The wound started to close itself again, flesh, muscle and veins reformed itself again, a gruesome sight to most. It was a short minute before he was fully regenerated again, the only evidence being the blood stain on his blouse, which he proceeded to take off.
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[i]Irina merely watched in her own amazement as the wound healed right in front of her eyes - the sight of his regeneration had truly amazed her, although she would not have sacrificed the ability to walk freely in the sunlight for something of it's caliber. For now - she would keep Ghiaccio safe from any UV lights, within her home and outside of the walls she stood within.[/i] [u]So that worked. Should we set up a place for you to live?[/u]
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"Yeah...I obviously can't go outside, though it's not like I wanted skin cancer anyways. So I lose nothing and gain everything." He said, looking around. "...Perhaps it would be okay if I stayed here? I won't even mind anything like a closet, as long I don't get exposed to sunlight I'm good with it."
