abyssdressing | 002 - Happy Halloween~

[Anyone who knows Dist will know he's a workaholic. What with having little to no true friends, as well as being a social outcast, he's dedicated himself to his research. During his stay in this new world, he's found a suitable place to live as well as do his experiments. And today is no different. He's been working well into the night, a bright opal moon glowing its white-gold light through a large, arched window. It gives his laboratory an eerie feel - shadows looking like the stuff of nightmares.

The researcher removes a vial from a tray, the murky red liquid sloshing thickly. Reaching for a syringe, he fills it with the solution and approaches his examination table, pushing up his rounded glasses. The moonlight shines off them, giving his already manic appearance a bit extra. Mad scientist? No, no, no... We much prefer evil genius.

Upon the examination table is a monster, probably unconscious from some sort of drug. Dist examines the small canine-like beast, checking its vital signs.]

Mm... Everything seems stable. Now, to add the drug. This should increase its overall physical abilities as well as slow the metabolism dramatically. [He smirks, eyes lighting up wickedly.] If this proves successful...

[But since when does anything ever go according to plan? Fate is an enemy of the God-General. As he reaches to inject the sleeping hound, the drug keeping it asleep wears off. Frantic, the beast howl and kicks its legs, knocking Dist's hand and the syringe away. Cursing, he reaches to grab the monster, but feels a hot, burning pain in his leg. Wincing, he looks down, and sees the needle pumping his unholy concoction right into his thigh. He removes it instantly, knocking it away as a burning, searing fire blazes its way through his body. He roars with pain and desperately looks for an antidote, knocking over vials, beakers, and papers. The sound of shattering glass and splattering fluids fills the night's grim air as the tiny monster whines, yelps and curls into a corner.]

Ggh... hrrg...!! Wh-What's... happening?! This--Aahhh!! I-It's not... I need--!!

[He collapses into a dark corner of his laboratory, and silence reigns. The only sound that can be heard is the whimpering of the little monster, scratching frantically at the wall behind it. It knew something was there with it. Coming closer... Its yelps and squeals become howls and screams as a heavy breathing flows into the mix.

The howls stop.

...

. . .

Thud.]

Hahahaa....

[Ooc: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, PEOPLES! 83 Have a vampire!Dist. He's going to be prowling around the city, looking for some noms. Anyone wanna have some fun with this guy, dohoho~?

Things to Note:
- Dist DOES know something is wrong with him, that he's dangerous to people, and will give fair warning to some people before attacking them, but his control will be in little bursts here and there.
- Dist's abilities are HIGHLY increased. This means speed, strength, endurance, defense, and magic will all be a LOT stronger than normal.
- Dist needs blood, obviously. And nothing is safe. If you want him to bite you please include the tag BAIT as the comment title. If you merely want him to target your character but not bite them, please include the TARGET title.
- THREADJACKING IS ALLOWED, AND EVEN ENCOURAGED! Have people come to the rescue!
- Dist cannot die. But he CAN BE HURT. Fire and Light artes do a very heavy toll on him. Magic in general is pretty effective, but he's completely immune to Dark, and will laugh at you if you use it on him. :|b
- He's going to turn back on Sunday night. He'll have gained some kind of control to return to his lab and inject the antidote into himself on that day.

If this isn't okay with the mods, I'll take it down. Have fun, guys! &hearts]

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[That sound does catch his attention, and while ignoring it isn't a smart idea, he at least tries to. For a moment; but even children have curiosities.]

Dist? [A God-General? Alone? Not too uncommon, but what was he doing here? You might not see it behind his back, but his knuckles are turning white upon their grip of his staff.]

[Dist notes the tensing of the Fon Master's body and puts his hands up in a pacifying gesture.]

Don't worry, Fon Master. I'm unarmed. My fonbot was damaged upon arriving here several days ago. I've not had the time to repair it. And I truly do not wish you harm you.

[You're a good liar, Dist. Someone might actually believe you. He takes a few steps forward, carefully. He doesn't want to scare his little mouse away... He feigns a nervous look, glancing around. Though he knew no one was in the immediate area, he had to keep up his ruse.]

Wh-Where is that little child, ah--What's her name...? Your Guardian. And why are you alone, Fon Master? I should expect you to know by now that's unsafe.

[Ion is a relatively trusting person. Smart, but trusting. Unless you give him good reason--and lucky for you, he hasn't seen much of your dastardly acts yet, so you're off the hook.]

Anise. I'm not sure where she went; She had an errand to run, I believe.

[He glances towards the way he was sure she'd left, but.. Maybe he was wrong.

I believe I'm more than capable to look after myself, Dist, if you're truly wondering.

Yes, that's the one. The one I made that doll for. [He raises a brow, frowning.] She left you alone to run an errand? Tch! How irresponsible.

[Dist blinked and looks extremely disbelieving at the last sentence. No, you're not fooling him, Ion. Crossing his arms over his chest, Dist rolls his eyes and moves a few more steps forward - though still keeps his distance. He knows he's not fully trusted yet.]

Judging by your rather poor track record in the past... I'm not entirely swayed, Fon Master. I'd offer to escort you to a inn or so, but I can see you're weary of the idea. I can't blame you though... But rest assured, I mean no harm. The offer still stands, if you wish to take it.

[And he turns with a swish of his cape, walking away slowly. He knows when he's not wanted. Still, he'll hope that you'll stop him, Ion.]

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[Well... If Dist is offering, Ino doesn't see the harm. Anise would logically think he'd gone to find a place to rest, anyway, knowing his health record. So as he watched Dist turn to leave, he took a few steps forward.]

Oh-- Wait. If it's not too much trouble... I'll take you up on your offer. Please and thank you.

[Simple-minded fool. Such a sweet, naive child... Dist smiles wickedly before turning. He has you now, Ion. You should have run when you had the chance. He looks completely stunned for a moment when he's stopped, then quickly puts on a face of indifference. Very normal. Yes...normal.]

A-All... All right, then. Come along.

[He waits for the Fon Master to walk beside or behind him as he begins to move, pace a little quick. Dist's not unaware of your frailness, Ion. And he'll try to take advantage of that. If you wear yourself out, it'll be so much easier. He's a patient guy.]

[For one, Dist has much longer legs than Ion in the first place. Even a normal paced walk would have had him taking two steps for every one of yours. Except now that he's trying to keep up, he's almost at a little trot, hair bouncing within their clasps as he does his best to stay just a step or two behind.

And he's being helped! So of course he won't complain.]

Y-You're very kind, Dist.

[Oh... Oh dear. You just had to go and say that, Ion. Dist almost comes to a screeching halt and glances over his shoulder. Me, oh, my... Is that a tinge or guilt? No, can't be. I-It's not like he doesn't know he's a nice person! He...He doesn't need you to tell him that!]

...Don't thank me yet, Fon Master.

[He closes his eyes as has to really think about what he was doing. Damn, Dist's really going to regret what he's going to do to you when this is all over, Ion. He hopes you can forgive him.]

[Aw, so mean to poor Ion. Can you blame him? And... knowing Ion, he probably will forgive. Maybe.]

Don't worry, Dist. I won't tell anyone you were helping me, if you want.

[Sorry, Ion, being mean - it's what we do. And Dist will be very thankful if he's forgiven by the end of all this. He'll still hate himself for a good long while for putting people in danger and even harming a few, regardless of if they forgive him or not, though.

Dist leads Ion along, the moon shining down on them. He gazes downwards and finally stops. At a dead end.]

You are too kind, Fon Master Ion. Much, much too kind. It's gotten you into trouble again.

[Ion could safely assume he would just follow Dist, and he'd know where to go. This place was.. unfamiliar to him, at least.

But then, an alley way? An empty, no-exit alley way? What was this about? He gave a worried sort of look to the crazed scientist.]

What...?

[Oh, but when are our assumptions ever correct? Fate has a way of always proving us wrong in the worst cases. And this was one of those times. Dist turns slowly and his eyes burn a fiery crimson, the pupils mere slits. He doesn't look as happy about what he was going to do as he had first perceived. His eyes hood almost sadly as he bares his fangs.]

Please, forgive me, Ion... I'll make it quick and painless.

[And he's going to lunge a second after, reaching to grab any part of the young boy he can. Probably his arms. He didn't want him casting any of those Daathic Fonic artes... Those could be fatal.]

[...Quite often, actually, thank you very much. But yes... Despite fate being a somewhat absolute thing... There were always chances, despite the precious score. None the less, Dist was... Apologizing?

A sharp gasp left the boy, his staff clattering as his arms were grabbed, barely a word able to leave his mouth at the utter speed of it. Damn.. No artes at all...]

[Huh. Maybe for you, Fon Master. Dist never much believed in absolute Fate, or did he? He had always tried to control it, overcome it through his research. He and Fate were enemies.

Dist holds the boy tightly, but not enough to really harm him. He really doesn't want to hurt you, Fon Master - never has. Dist just had to follow orders. He just wants to get this over with as quickly as he can. He pauses for a moment and just holds the young boy close, breath cracking upon his neck.]

...Please, don't remember this.

[And there'll be a sharp jolt of pain as Dist sinks his long, sharp fangs into the Fon Master's neck - drinking deeply. Ah... the blood trickled like wine down his parched throat, and already he was feeling the bloodlust lessen. With more of the young boy's blood satiating him, Dist loosens his steely grip and lessens the intensity of his feeding. I'm sorry...I'm sorry... I'm a monster.]

002 - Happy Halloween~

I won't if you won't!

Sounds like a plan!

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