Two-moon tyrant.

Diaes quickly downed the painkiller, and while wearing a grimace that could have split his face, tried to shove himself up the wall. A bloody stain ran up behind him. he tripped after the other two, nearly falling as a gasp escaped his bared, gritted teeth. had the otehrs taken the time to look, they would have seen the hideously pointed canines which opened for a moment in a silent scream of pain. But, nonetheless the ever paler man staggered along behind them, his right shoulder leaned against the wall for support.

Shadow turned back, taking Diaes' right arm and pulling it around her shoulders to help him follow them. She remembered times when she had been injured like that, and hoped that she never had to go through that again.

Diaes nodded his thanks and a faint smile appeared across the pain in his eyes. His feet stumbled along with Shadow, but he was making a visible effort to keep up with her. his body shook in weakness which only added to the pain he was already dieing of. "How long does that pill take to start working?" he sort of whispered or coughed the words up, it came out sort of wet sounding. When he swallowed it even sounded painful. "I don't know if I'll even live long enough for it to take...effect," he doubled over in silent agony, but clung to Shadow all the same.

"It should take effect within a few moments." Shadow said. She knew that she shouldn't be dragging him along like this, but if she didn't, the Vladimir was more than likely to do something extraordinarily stupid.

Vladimir nodded at the two, and took a step forwards.
Without looking. (Always watch your step, eh?)
He tripped on some blunt object, which made him propulse his head forwards. Like if time stopped he stood there for a few moments, an exaggerated face gluing itself to his head. He twitched a bit, squeaking (because kicking right into something hard hurts alot), then falling down the stairs head first.
You could hear screams and curses as he hauled his way through the narrow and dimly-lighted passage, then a loud thud as he met the ground on the other end. Then, you could hear moaning, as Vladimir rubbed his head with his two hands.

Diaes winced. "Well," he whispered, "If that explosion killed us, then I think his scream may have just resurrected us." Shakily, Diaes slowly lowered himself from one step to another. "If they heard that, then you don't have time to fiddle about with me hanging from your shoulder. If you drop me here, I play dead pretty well," A lurch of pain nearly sent him falling down the stairs, "And in my current condition...It wouldn't be too hard to believe."

Vladimir, as he looked back to see what Shadow and Diaes were doing up the stairs, saw a big, black mass coming right towards him. Diaes fell on top of Vladimir, him squished, and being used as a pillow. He couldn't breathed, and he wheezed to try to get a catch of air. He thudded on the ground with his open palm, wheezing harder and harder. His eyes were bulging out, and his tongue was sticking out.

As the dark clad figure landed, something crunched. He rolled off of Vladimir curled up into a ball. There was a bit of blood splatter on the ground around the gunman. Diaes's scream was not only audible but earsplitting, that is, once he recovered the wind which had been thoroughly knocked out of him upon landing. His little ball curled up tighter and then, suddenly, it was all over. A pale, cold body stretched across the ground, a little pool of blood being soaked up by the now slightly soggy coat. The muscles loosened and a small sigh escaped thin red lips. Large black eyes clouded slightly as they stared out at nothing.

Shadow, leaping down the stairs lightly in wolf form, morphed back, turning a somersault to land not on top of someone else. Seeing Diaes and remembering what happened, she swore in almost every language she knew, grabbing her medical kit again. Then she remembered something, and pulled a vial of something black from the small collection of potions from her belt. Diaes had a scent similar to her brother, Vrael. She knew that it wasn't demon, so it had to be Vampire. She tipped the black liquid into Diaes' mouth, thinking that Vrael wouldn't miss one vial of blood.

As his head was moved so that the blood might be poured into the orifice generally called the mouth, a small necklace slipped from its tightly wound place around Diaes's neck. Hanging from this necklace was a small crucifix made crudely by twining three small iron nails together. The head lolled back, but nothing happened as the blood flowed into the red mouth.

Shadow frowned, and sat back. She didn't know what to do. The techniques that she had learnt never taught her how to deal with someone close to death or just dead, as battlefield medics should only be concentrating on the people who have a chance of pulling through quickly. She growled quietly, annoyed with herself for not being able to do anything.

Vladimir rolled out of Diaes' weight, coughing. He held his neck with one hand, and pushed himself up with another. He stood up, dusted his cloak. Vladimir noticed a glimpse of an object around Diaes' neck, which caught his attention. A crucifix?
Vladimir felt something in his mind, but decided to go against it. He glanced at the dark corridor that they stood upon as of now. Vladimir not only wanted to get through with this, but also to try to discover what he had been feeling all this time, beginning from a few weeks ago. It seemed that ever he passed that city where he was drunk, he felt a tingeling feeling in his chest. Vladimir sighed, and continued walking.

ooc//You undoubtedly know this already, but that cross hanging from Diaes's neck will keep him dead as long as it is in proximity to him...Holy artifacts turn him human, meaning he can't be restored by blood while one is tied to his body...

--Eh, Vladimir doesn't know much of crucifixes. Nor vampires, by the fact.--

- He, sorry about that... -

Shadow saw something glint around Diaes' neck. She took a closer look. A cross, one that rather stupid humans had tried to use on her not that long back when she had been caught using magic. She frowned, gently taking it off and taking a closer look. Yes, it did look like the ones those dumb humans had tried to use on her. She shook her head mentally. They had to read up on what affects half demons and what only afects full demons.

With a ragged gasp, Diaes shocked forward. His eyes were aflame with blood lust. For a moment, if just a moment, the vampire was completely absorbed with the dark nature. His hand shot out, without looking and grasped the cross. A sigh accompanied the burning light in his eyes as they both left him. His pallor had come back and he was breathing much more normally. His dark clothing was still stained by the blood that had leaked from him, but Diaes himself was no longer giving up life force. "I owe you a dept of gratitude, Shadow Roth," the voice was like steel being removed from a sheath and about as cold as the frigid hand that grasped the cross dangling from Shadow's hand. Releasing the twined nails, the claw-like hand retracted towards the body which rose up from the ground. "We move, now!" saying no more, he moved after Vladimir.

Vladimir, confused by the sudden change of Diaes, stood there, unblinking, unbreathing. As he noticed that Diaes stood up, and that he was walking towards him, Vladimir tensed slightly, at the thought of what Diaes could do to him. Then, as he noticed that Diaes was actually just continuing the path, Vladimir gave a sigh of relief, and continued on into the dense darkness, of the humid corridor that they loomed upon presently.

"Did you find the object of your quest, young Vladimir?" Diaes asked without looking back. Even the light fall of his boots reverberated around the empty hall. Long strides remained unbroken, yet the darkness around them was not letting up in the least. "Curses, but I do so begin to wish that I had trifle with one of those pawn shop watches that they tried to push on me back in that bazaar," in the quiet, Diaes's irritated grumble was incredibly audible.

--Eh, isn't this BEFORE the meeting at the library? I think so, that is. Or else, something would be really wrong in Vladimir's mind...--

CopynPaste wrote:

--Omfg, big posts. HALP. Ah well, I guess being Vladimir helps me...
Time to have some fun with Diaes >:3--

Vladimir, up to now, hesitant about triggering his gun to explode the door's locks, looked at the tall man Shadow had encountered. Vladimir was about to open his mouth to say, 'Well, small world,' just before Diaes had taken out a weapon. Vladimir opened his eyes wide, but didn't know what to do. By reflex, he pulled at the trigger of his gun. He screeched as he didn't want to do it now.
An explosion that thrusted out sound and light came from the spark, and a rather coal-tainted Vladimir was hurled at Diaes, screeching like mad.

The line "Well, small world," led me to believe otherwise. In truth I didn't/don't know how either Diaes or Vladimir fit into any of the chronology.

Shadow, after raising an eyebrow at Diaes' sudden change in behaviour, also continued along tbe path, secretly glad that Vrael didn't act like that everytime someone tried the crucfix thing on him.

--We'll just have to continue. Vladimir said, 'Small World,' as in, 'A world where we meet alot of people without wanting them or the people come at bad timings.' BTW, Diaes, I sent you a pm, but you didn't look at it <.<;;--

Vladimir kept on walking, the echo of his heavy boots resonating through the corridor as if there were many people to repeat the sound. As if drops were falling and hitting a puddle.
Vladimir slipped on something, and fell down, on his head. Legs in air, he fell down, and then rubbed his head. He looked down. He saw a thing that was kinda bizarre.
A puddle?

Shadow stopped walking before she stood on Vladimir, and stood looking down at him.
"What's the hold up?" She asked, but then saw the puddle. She crouched down, sniffing carefully. It smelt like water, but there was something else in it too.

Diaes halted his step to look back slowly. "Magic," he rasped and began walking back towards the pair. Crouching down low, the vampire pushed his coat out of the way as he bent his head down to hover just above the surface of the water. "I don't recognize it," he too sniffed, his pale nostrils flaring slightly, "But it is not completely of nature..."

ooc//If my previous statement through Diaes makes for chronological issues, then consider it struck from the record, as it were.

'That's normal,' Vladimir answered, approchaing his hand to the puddle, dripping his fingers in the liquid, then smudging it over his left glove, and smelling the faint odor, 'This water contains petrol.'
Vladimir stood up quickly, looking up. 'We're under a petrol room.'