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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 22, 2008 12:06:25 GMT -8
Now, Nethiel was not one to be caught in such places as the Harman Store. Very rarely could one go in there and outwardly buy black magic supplies without lectures these days, but he'd waited too long to go out and get what he needed. He'd planned. He'd done his research. Now all that was needed was supplies and implementing his genius plan. A devilish plan!
Smirking faintly at the apprentice behind the cash register he began to peruse the aisles towards the back. One section curtained off to keep the pansies for seeing all the bad, bad stuff. Fermenting animals in jars. Heaps of sulfur. Everything a bad, bad witch could ever want. It was like a small paradise in the living world for Nethiel. Hell, was his own paradise outside of Vegas.
He edged even farther into the back room, into a dark corner that was just as warm and caused most people's skin to crawl as was the place he liked to call home. Now this was a nice little jackpot. Jars upon jars of sickly things, spells and books that just screamed of evil and sin. This would be where all his plans would begin to take effect. It would cost a fortune.... but who said anything about paying? For Nethiel was a fan of sin, it was a close friend of his, and he was not above looting and pillaging to get what he wanted.
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Post by bri pyre on Oct 23, 2008 21:47:14 GMT -8
_____________________________ Ding. The automatic bell at the entrance of the Harman Shop chimed as Bri pushed open the door and stepped inside just as the rain came pouring from the sky. It rarely ever rained in Vegas; the climate was hot, dry…a far cry from the heavy, humid weather she’d left behind in L.A., but Bri had decided she liked the change, having always favored the warm summer weather to the excessively wet or cold. She pushed her hood off her head, shaking her strawberry blond hair loose from the back of her sweatshirt before flashing the apprentice behind the cash register a greeting smile.
He didn’t return it, but Bri hadn’t expected him to. He knew her too well now. She’d moved there with her father, but had since branched out on her own as Vegas was one of the few cities that leased apartments to minors. One month in this new place, dealing with her father’s constant inebriated accusations had been enough to convince her that it was high time she moved out and got a job.
She’d been frequenting this shop since her arrival in the city that never sleeps and the young warlock was well aware of her purchasing habits, knowing she preferred the ‘forbidden’ supplies behind the thick velvet curtain to all the charms and spices an otherwise ‘good little witch’ might have purchased. Unfortunately for the pious little apprentice, Bri had never been a ‘good witch’.
The room was separated from the rest of the shop, concealing items that would have looked right in place at any Halloween or novelty store. But the power one felt when in the presence of such things was something that Bri couldn’t deny. It was like a drug, an addiction, dabbling with such things…knowing how dangerous it all was. Resisting temptation had never been Bri’s strong suit. Even as a child she’d pushed boundaries, opting for negative attention than no attention at all. It was a personality trait she’d never escaped and now here she was, yet again.
Today she was buying supplies for a hex; a girl at the club she worked at had gotten on her bad side one too many times this week and it was time for a little witchy justice. She was vaguely aware that there was very tall, imposing-looking guy browsing around this section, but she ignored him, making her way straight for the candles, choosing the proper colors for the ritual she wanted to perform.
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Post by hyde on Oct 27, 2008 13:09:58 GMT -8
Nethiel stilled when she entered the back room, eyes intense upon the shadows playing across the floor. After a moment of thought, he grabbed a bag of sulfur and leaned against one of the shelves, staring over at her through almost sleepy-looking eyes.
It was kind of hard to miss just who she was. He could read sins, both past and present, in anyone. And hers? Murder, of course. He'd heard that one was the best one. Most rewarding.... That is until he got a hold of the sinner. Not that he had any intention of actually trying to send Fire of all people to hell. No, he actually agreed with her intentions in the past life, absolutely hated Terra.
Smirking slightly, he tossed the bag off sulfur at her. only to have it land on a lovely red candle and with even a bit more effort, he got the bag to start heating up and smoking. Of course, only he knew so far he'd little the candle beneath it with Hell Fire. Man, if the Harmans were to see that, no doubt there would be much chaos and panic.
"You know," he said, "If you're going to hex, sulfur is the best to bind it. Makes it even more nasty, and unless you've got a hold of the Book of Hell, than you'd be screwed in breaking it."
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Post by bri pyre on Oct 30, 2008 6:09:37 GMT -8
_____________________________ Bri’s eyes scanned the labels on various bottles on the shelves, stopping on one that read ‘pond weed gathered at midnight’. She picked it up, examining the mossy green contents before taking a step further, her gaze still focused on the rack. She could feel the eyes of the stranger on her back and it irked her. She hated when people stared at her. The problem was that it was an all too common thing. She wasn’t a homely girl…the attention she got from the opposite sex strongly confirmed that, but that still didn’t change the fact that it was rude and exceedingly annoying.
Her eyes rolled heavenward when he spoke but she did not look at him, "You know if you're going to hex, sulfur is the best to bind it. Makes it even more nasty, and unless you've got a hold of the Book of Hell, than you'd be screwed in breaking it."
Why was he talking to her? Did a pretty girl alone in a store just scream ‘single: come talk to me now?’. But his intentions were exposed but a moment later. She wasn’t sure what happened, but all of a sudden sulfur spread through the air, falling down like rain. She turned toward him just in time to see fire erupt all around her, spreading over everything like a wave… _____________________________ |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 30, 2008 12:16:27 GMT -8
Nethiel had a moment of secret glee when the sulfur caught up in flame. Now, that had been entirely unexpected, but he would not complain. He lived in a home made of fire and sulfur, demons and imprisoned souls. This was something welcome and enchanting. Fire. Yay.
Outwardly, he managed to keep his expression of indifferent darkness, unimpressed observation. Fire everywhere? Meh. Not like sulfur-enduced fire would actually harm him. Other kinds, definitely. But as the Old Power of Hell itself, one had to have certain immunities to travel the underworld.
"Fire, fire, burning bright..." he muttered, raising a sardonic eyebrow. "What? No control over your powers now? Well, more fun for me then..."
He trailed off as the front end's apprentice came running to the back curtain, staring in horror at the fire. There was a pitcher of water in her hands, to which she flung onto a portion in a solid stream. Seriously? Did people know nothing about sulfur?
Oh, sure, it went out for a moment, a cloud of sulfur rising into the air near him, only to have it explode into fire again. There was a thing about heat and sulfur: You didn't even need actual flame near it to make it combust. Heat alone could cause massive explosions. And no matter how much water was put onto the flames, it would continue to rekindle until it cooled below 300 degrees.
Heaving a great, exasperated sigh, he grabbed a pot of darkly colored sand and poured it over the fires around the supplies he'd gathered. It wouldn't do to have them ruined, not after all his hard work.
"Sand. More sulfur. Gravel. Water mist," he said darkly, listing of the known methods of controlling sulfur fires to the apprentice. "If you value your life, get them now. And use your damned common sense with them."
After that moment of irritation, he leaned back against the wall and turned his gaze back on Bridget, watching for her reactions to anything and everything. Man, this was so amusing. Entertaining!
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Post by bri pyre on Nov 4, 2008 18:44:05 GMT -8
_____________________________ Flames reached out like arms to grab her and Bri, dropped to the ground, tucking into a ball to protect her face. Was this guy crazy? What the hell was the matter with him? A terrified scream ripped from her throat as the fire lapped at her, the heat overbearing as it danced around her. All the while she could hear the guy who’d thrown the sulfur laughing in the corner, seemingly amused by his actions.
Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as fear paralyzed her. She was normally such a quick thinker, resourceful and intelligent…but at the moment she was at a loss…too busy focusing on her breathing. Sulfur dioxide was deadly and her lungs were already aching from the fumes. She peeked around her arm, her eyes focusing on the boy on the other side of the flames.
"Fire, fire, burning bright..." he said in a sing-song, taunting voice, "What? No control over your powers now? Well, more fun for me then..."
What was he babbling about? Her brows furrowed as she once again tucked her face behind her arm. Clearly he was schizophrenic street person who had wandered into the store and now she was going to die because someone wasn’t watching him. But as that thought passed through her mind a new realization dawned on her…fire was washing over her like a wave, singeing her clothes, nipping at her skin and yet she felt no pain…she wasn’t burning, she wasn’t being torn apart by flame…
Her eyes rose again as she heard frantic footfalls behind her. The apprentice rushed into the room, a pitcher of water in her hands. Her expression was one of panic and fright and Bri watched horrified as she hurled water onto the already ragging flames. This only served to anger the blaze all the more; it erupted, growing taller, its arms reaching for the ceiling, making the paint blacken , peel, and curl.
It was then that the boy made a move, grabbing a pot of sand and flinging it onto the inferno. The flames snuffed out immediately, leaving nothing but smoke and fumes in its wake. Bri pushed onto her hands, her head turning to survey the damage. The room was scorched, the floor and shelves covered in soot. Her breath came in heaves as she narrowed her blue eyes on the boy who now leaned against the wall, shaking his head before pushing up and walking toward the apprentice, "Sand. More sulfur. Gravel. Water mist. If you value your life, get them now. And use your damned common sense with them."
The apprentice, obviously still ruffled, just nodded her head before practically stumbling out of the room, her wide eyes still gripped with panic. Bri felt anger well up inside her. So not a crazy person, she realized. In fact he seemed perfectly lucid and aware of himself and what he was doing. She pushed up all the way, her legs still shaky, but their unsteadiness wasn’t enough to stifle the anger that now burned inside of her. She crossed the room in a rush, her voice a hiss as she looked up into this man’s eyes, “What the f*ck were you thinking?” she half screeched, half shouted. _____________________________ |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Nov 4, 2008 20:05:23 GMT -8
"Well, you know," Nethiel drawled, moving the unharmed bags of sulfur off to the side so that they wouldn't catch aflame. He'd need those later. "I didn't exactly expect that to happen. I mean, usually, when one throws things at people they don't catch on fire. It's not my fault your body heat causes spontaneous combustion."
He grinned then, suddenly, his dark eyes resting on hers. It was a grin that was very nearly demonic, fully sinful. Straight from the deepest levels of hell. Well, he did spend a fair amount of his time there. It only suited him to reflect these things.
"I don't recall you being so... fearful of fire in the past. Oh, what? You don't remember, do you? Pity. You used to be so much fun. And here I thought I could coerce you into some dastardly plots against Terra."
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Post by bri pyre on Nov 7, 2008 9:43:22 GMT -8
_____________________________ "Well, you know," his voice came out sarcastically taunting, unapologetic, "I didn't exactly expect that to happen. I mean, usually, when one throws things at people they don't catch on fire. It's not my fault your body heat causes spontaneous combustion." Bri’s nose wrinkled at his statement. Her body heat? What was he driving at? Of course one’s body heat couldn’t cause sulfur to burst into fire. Her gaze drifted to the lit candles behind her, noting that they were a little ways away…possibly too far to cause such a reaction, but then that had to be the answer. There was no other logical one. Unless he’d somehow hexed it.
"I don't recall you being so... fearful of fire in the past.” Bri’s brows furrowed, “I’m not unless it nearly engulfs me,” she shot back, irritated at his implication of fear. She wasn’t afraid of fire, in fact it had always held a strange fascination for her, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be burned alive. Her brows knit together as she looked at him, “Oh, what? You don't remember, do you? Pity. You used to be so much fun. And here I thought I could coerce you into some dastardly plots against Terra."
Terra? Who was he talking about? And she used to be fun? When had she ever met this man in her entire life. She was slowly starting to drift back toward her insanity theory. Clearly something was amiss upstairs. She took a few steps away from him, her hardened eyes never softening, “Look, I don’t know who you are, who Terra is, or what you’re talking about…but I do it is way past medication time for you, buddy. So why don’t you just stay out of my face?” She whirled around pushing past the charred curtains that had once hung at the entrance of the room and stalked through the isle’s headed for the door.
(OOC: Now I remember why I was holding off on this. I couldn't decide which direction to take it.) _____________________________ |
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Post by nethiel caine on Dec 17, 2008 14:52:20 GMT -8
Pity. Pity. Pity. She really didn't remember anything did she? Well, that was just a shame. Perhaps he'd MAKE her remember, then? He really hated being the only one around who had a distaste for the earthy Old Power. Too much good in one place and it was just disgusting. He missed having Fire around to admire, too. But shh, no one would ever know!
So after her remark on his 'lack of sanity' and her exit, he'd decided to follow her in Nethiel fashion, which involved him opening up one of the portals to hell. He'd intended to reappear right in front of her, effectively cutting her off, but he'd forgotten it wasn't anywhere near midnight and so his portal techniques were made of epic fail at the time. So instead of landing where he'd intended, he wound up coming out on top of a bookcase, crashing into the top and causing a domino effect of crashing and the falling of shelves and expensive witchery items. Not to mention he really dinged himself up in the process.
But hey, at least he'd gotten in front of her, right? Right?! But still...
"Ow, I really forget how these things hurt," he muttered, pushing himself back up to his feet. He turned, fastidiously dusting stray herbs from his sweater, and stared at Bridget. "This would be so much easier if you already remembered. You used to be pretty admirable, but right now, the walking away from me, the insults, it's really just offensive. So I'm just going to have to fix that."
Another, lesser known, power of Hell's was his ability to make a person relive their sins, even if it wasn't in their current life. And though it probably wasn't the brightest of ideas, he thought to do such a thing to Bridget. Get her to remember some of her better, more glorious moments. Well, glorious in his opinions. So it was with this thought in mind that he pounced at her, trying to tackle her to the ground. Or at least restrain her. If he managed that without repercussion, then he would then wrap his powers around her mind and pull at least one memory out of her subconscious. What one that was, he didn't know. It was all up to her mind. And if he succeeded, well, that all depended on how well she fought back.
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