Kasiya
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Post by Kasiya on Nov 17, 2009 21:35:33 GMT 1
Kasiya just doesn't know what to do. He can't stop it. He can't do anything. He shrinks back against the wall, desperate to get away from all this. He'd heard of bad things done by parents, but never had to see it. He just dealt with the victims after the fact. Kasiya gets an abrupt dose of empathy with the children he tries to help.
Stunned into horrified silence by the Lora and her son, the whispering in his mind breaks that silence.
"NonononoNO! I care. I Care!"
With all his strength, Kasiya tries to keep his hands still, to resist the Wraiths control.
"I can offer you something better. Better than you'll ever find here."
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Post by Shehrazad on Nov 17, 2009 23:35:16 GMT 1
Lora and her boy seemed to be off in their own world, unconcerned by Kasiya's raving.
Resisting the compulsion was a stretch, with Kasiya's will already so set upon by his circumstances. The unusual amount of rage within him was stoked by the scene he was forced to witness, and the pressure of the act he was being compelled towards, but he was too shocked for the moment for it to threaten his control.
Kasiya will need to burn willpower to resist the spectres desires, he has 2 left, no frenzy
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Post by The Berlin Meanies on Nov 18, 2009 15:38:38 GMT 1
Kasiya regained control of his hands. "Like what? What you feel now is like drug, only better. What can you possibly offer me? Can you get me out?" he heard a curious voice inside his head. "Don't resist me, we will be good close friends, I told you I can take care of you here."
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Kasiya
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Post by Kasiya on Dec 5, 2009 16:27:36 GMT 1
Murmuring on, Kasiya focusses on his passenger as a way of shutting out the antics of Lora just a few feet away. Eyes shut.
"What you're getting from me now you've had before. How many times?"
The question's rhetorical, and Kasiya forges on.
"You can get it again from another. But I'm different. You felt it as soon as you noticed me. You can feel my Rage. I won't rape and I won't murder innocents, but I'm part of a war, and if you want to make an arrangement you could Ride with me for some of it."
Not sure if the Wraith can read his thoughts or just push his body's buttons, Kasiya nonetheless dredges up all the worst memories from Berlin and before: the Hive and it's gruesome trophies; the Bane at Checkpoint Charlie; the assault on the office building where Jan had been held captive; The feel of the security guard's neck snapping. A man who'd only really been doing his job, and hadn't deserved to die like that. Oh yes, he kept seeing things that his bastard of a passenger would love, even though it often sickened Kasiya.
"The good bits."
Though their two vastly differing definitions of 'good' would seemingly have no compatibility, and strict limits would need to be placed on their relationship.
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Post by Shehrazad on Dec 6, 2009 0:42:24 GMT 1
Unfortunately for Kasiya, closing his eyes only served to shut out one of his senses, and Lora's little gasps of pleasure were difficult to ignore. Dredging up the unpleasant memories was only spiking the rage further, and Kasiya felt it continue to fizz.
Still no frenzy
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Post by The Berlin Meanies on Dec 6, 2009 14:59:26 GMT 1
There was no sign of ghost actually seeing what Kasya imagined, but he definitely had a feeling that at least ghost was enjoying the emotions these memories brought up.
There was no sign of approval or disapproval, but at least he was again in control.
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Kasiya
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Post by Kasiya on Dec 6, 2009 22:13:18 GMT 1
Eyes still squeezed shut, Kasiya daren't put his fingers in his ears, he didn't know if the Wraith was speaking through them or directly into his mind. As much as he wants not to have to hear Lora's whimpers of pleasure, he can't afford the risk.
"What will it be? Do you want the same thing over and over until you fade away or shall we do a deal?"
He uses the freedom of movement to run a hand through the grown-out stubble on his head, taking it away slick with sweat and shaking droplets at the dirty wall.
I won't Beg. I have as much that you need as you have for me.
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Post by The Berlin Meanies on Dec 6, 2009 23:03:13 GMT 1
Kasiya felt a wide, approving smile forming in his face. His own voice answered to him quietly "You and me... we could make one hell of a team you know. We are buddies for life, man. Let me handle this."
Kasiya heard an echoing voice, voice distorted in a way much like his eyes saw the dead people, ringing through the jail. The ghost inside him was calling someone or something to arrive.
After few long seconds, the lights inside Kasiya's cell started to flicker again, and he heard the echoing, ghostly footsteps of the guard approaching. He heard a faint giggle of a propably a teenage girl following the guard.
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Post by Shehrazad on Dec 7, 2009 0:39:29 GMT 1
Lora came out of her reverie with a gasp, and lay back breathing heavily for a few seconds. She frowned as she became aware of the world around them again, and she sat up sharply wide-eyed in fear. The child, her boy, was no longer there. It was just Lora. She looked at Kasiya as she stood up. "Oh please, can you do me another favour, hide me! They'll hurt me if they find me here!"
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Kasiya
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Post by Kasiya on Dec 7, 2009 16:43:28 GMT 1
All out of compassion, and with nothing but contempt for a child-molester, it seems as if Kasiya stares right through Lora as he turns his gaze on her:
"Best you run then. I've nothing for a mother who does that to her child."
Turning back to the door, he awaits his passenger's friends with equal amounts of anticipation and trepidation.
Is this how Ghost-Chaser started?
But if they can get him out, they can be useful in other ways. Allies of any kind were few and far between these days.
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Post by Shehrazad on Dec 8, 2009 0:13:51 GMT 1
"Does what?" She said, as confusion suddenly broke through her fear. The footsteps continued to come closer. The lights began to flicker constantly. "No! They'll see me! Please, help me!" She cried, as the footsteps came closer down the corridor, and a quiet song was sung by a little girl.
"Lights out! Back to your cells!" The guards voice came loudly through the door, a moment before he stepped through into the cell. Lora flinched back immediately and cowered in the corner as the big guard walked across the cell in a few decisive steps. The guard was covered with stab wounds and cuts across his torso and face, his jaw hung at an odd angle and one eye was swollen shut with bruising.
A little girl stepped through the door behind the guard and stood just inside the room, where she smiled up at Kasiya. "Nighty-night, dark man." Her throat was slit wide open, but it didn't seem to impair her ability to speak. She also had marks around her wrists.
The guard didn't react to Kasiya at all, and simply picked Lora up by one arm and smashed the tip of his truncheon into her stomach. She doubled over and sobbed as the guard dragged her out of the cell by her arm, she looked longingly to Kasiya for help as she was dragged past. "Please help me, mister! Please!" But there was nothing that Kasiya could do even if he wanted to, it can't of been much later than mid-afternoon, but he was rapidly beginning to feel sleepy despite that. The guard and Lora were out of the cell, and the little girl stood there smiling at him. "Sweet dreams." She said, and Kasiya fell asleep.
Sleep was fitful, full of screams, flashing lights, the guard's shouts. At one point the smell of food oddly invaded his dreams, even as he relived watching Lora and her boy together after he had helped her find her son. On another occasion Danny, of all people, appeared in his dream and told him that he would not be alone for long. Detective Feldmann also made an appearance in his dreams, shouting and threatening him, accusing him of horrors against children again and again, refusing to listen to his explanations. He woke up repeatedly in the night to sounds of screams and howls echoing down the corridors or to crying or to insane laughter, in addition to waking up from bad dreams. It was certainly not a restful night.
When Kasiya awoke finally he was sticky with sweat. He found he was touching himself at his passenger's behest, but as consciousness dawned fully he had control of his hands again. There was a tray of what probably counted as food visible through the view slit and a glass of water. Kasiya didn't have any time to take advantage of it though, it had obviously been there a long time and was removed shortly after he woke. "Prisoner!" Feldmann's voice barked through the slit. "Stand opposite the door, face to the wall, with your arms behind you." Compliant or not, it was only a matter of seconds before Kasiya was handcuffed and marched back through the police station. Feldmann looked furious, and didn't say a thing to Kasiya as he marched him up to the ground floor again. At least he was able to glimpse natural light again through the windows, which indicated it was morning. He was finally shoved back into the interview room he had spent the previous afternoon in. Detective Feldmann followed him into the room, and glared at the man and the woman sat at the table. They were smartly dressed, and had name badges on their shirts. The man smiled at the Detective. "He will not need his handcuffs, detective, please release him." After a moment's hesitation, Feldmann obeyed and pushed Kasiya towards the seat opposite the man and the woman. The woman spoke up. "There is no need for that, and we would prefer some privacy from you and your listening devices." She also smiled at the Detective, and Feldmann left the room and locked the door.
The man and the woman watched Kasiya, and the man indicated towards the seat. "Mister Richter, please take a seat."
Anton was back, and watched from the corner. "I have no idea who they are."
Still on 4 rage, 2 willpower, the night was not restful enough to recover any
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Kasiya
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Post by Kasiya on Dec 8, 2009 10:59:31 GMT 1
Once released, Kasiya leans on the back of the chair, wiping the crud of sleep from his eyes with two fingers and blinking at the smartly dressed pair as his eyes adjusted to wakefullness and the change in light. He rubs at his temples in an attempt to relieve the stress-induced headache he'd awoken with, all the time trying to process all the nightmares he'd suffered from, and the situation he's in.
Kasiya manages a nod to Anton, relieved to see him again, but doesn't yet put the 'I see dead people' act on. He doesn't know who he's dealing with.
Sitting, Kasiya dedicates his attention to the smartly dressed man and woman, eyes narrowed in distrust and concentration as he takes in as much as he can about them, including reading their name badges.
((Sense Wyrm))
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Post by Shehrazad on Dec 8, 2009 14:24:13 GMT 1
The man's namebadge read 'Mr T Gerber' and the woman's read 'Ms W Oster' beside their identification picture. They had a barcode underneath the name and a long number above it, and in the corner of each was a logo that Kasiya did not recognise. Neither of the pair had any sort of Wyrm taint that Kasiya could detect, but that was because Kasiya's senses were overwhelmed by the taint he carried himself.
Ms Oster broke the silence shortly. "Mister Richter, is it? I am Miss Oster. We apologise if you have been mistreated because of the skepticism of the police officers, we believe we may be able to help you. We understand that you have told the police about your unusual abilities, and they didn't believe you and assumed you were playing games with them." She offered a comforting smile. "We believe you. Please, tell us about it."
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Kasiya
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Treads the Darkest Path
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Post by Kasiya on Dec 8, 2009 17:18:47 GMT 1
"I would very much like to leave this place."
His expression no doubt displays the sincerity of his wish to leave, and likely shows a little of the desperation behind it. But He'd seen Feldmann and figured the police weren't in charge here anymore.
Kasiya doesn't show any sign of continuing, even though he phrases the request as politely as he can.
The melange of emotions his passenger is no doubt enjoying contains Worry - that the cameras are still on and that he'd already said far too much. Excitement - that he might have a way out. Despair - that the wraiths from the cells had a hold on him that he couldn't break.
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Post by Shehrazad on Dec 8, 2009 17:54:49 GMT 1
She nodded. "And once we've talked to you a little about what you said to the police, we will take you out of here." The man leant forward. "So please, would you tell us about these ghosts you say you see?"
Anton stayed silently, merely watching curiously.
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