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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 20, 2016 4:32:04 GMT
The madman was tired, in more ways than one. With both of his siblings dead and Malkav still buried deep beneath the ground, he was the strongest Malkavian on the planet. After a while, it started to pull at him. People always wanted him to solve their problems, to fix everything they had messed up. The Madness Network was constantly tugging his mind this way and that. If he weren't already completely off his rocker, there was no way possible he'd maintain any sort of sanity.
One pull, however, was always welcome. Like cool, spring water, his daughter's thoughts were easy for him to access. Amelia was the Unchained spawn of Etonis Vadia and Abbadon, Princess of the Devil House. She had inherited quite a bit from her parents, but for hundreds of years, she was his little experiment. He took far too much joy in putting her into uncomfortable situations and seeing how she managed to worm her way out. She was an unending curse he was happy to have.
Of course, he would never admit that to anybody. Just thinking about it, however, made him cackle.
He let her know that he was in his church, where he often was. Finn sent her an image, directly, of the poor girl he had in his chains, stark naked and bleeding rather profusely, shocked too completely to even bother crying. Keeping the spider webs in her head, he waited to see her reactions through the Network, as he always did when he showed her something shocking. At least now, she'd know where to find him.
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Post by Amelia Don Vadia on May 20, 2016 6:34:55 GMT
Amelia laid atop the Alter, her head hanging upside down as she read through what looked like a bible. Inside the holy cover however, was a book dedicated to the sciences of embalming. Kicking her thin legs back and forth while she read. In the Cathedral she was safer than she would have been almost anywhere else, at least on Gaia. It was only the image of the woman hanging bloody and in shock that caused her to pause in her reading. Rolling off of the Alter, she dropped the book atop it, opened to one of the pages on organ liquefication.
Amelia walked down the stairs and through the main room, plainly ignoring the gathered group of Malkavians. Wonderful as they were, frightfully insightful and wise, they wouldn't be able to help her handle the situation her father had started. She stopped, just outside the ironclad door to his laboratory contemplating it thoughtfully. "What is a door when it's not a door?" She asked it curiously, wondering if it was indeed the laboratory or one of the spare rooms that he'd hidden the girl in.
"No matter how hard you hit me... No matter how much I hurt..." She mumbled, letting her mind wander through the winding maze of all of the patterns and information she had gathered in the past. What twisted method would Finn be manipulating her mind to comprehend this time? She laughed softly, a discordant sound, oddly reminiscent of the sounds she used to be constantly bombarded with from all the voiced in the madness network before she could mostly control it.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 20, 2016 6:48:09 GMT
"Welcome home, yet again, little Amelia," Finn greeted from his wrought iron throne. Years prior, he made the seat out of sheer boredom. The only decorations were the bones of his victims, forming beautiful armrests with dangling hands. How he kept it all attached was just another one of the madman's mysterious secrets. His head was tilted to one side at an awkward angle, but he was lazed about. "Enjoying your story?"
He offered his daughter one of his grins, too wide for his face. She seemed unaffected by his visions, exactly as he hoped. Her entire life, he had forced her to witness his creativity. Eventually, he had hoped to numb her to the horror. He didn't want her to hate him, but he wanted to make sure she was prepared.
The girl hung limp from the chains, oblivious to the entrance of the stranger. She made a noise of discomfort, but not even Finn bothered to spare a glance. His attention was focused solely on his daughter as he waited, watching her closely.
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Post by Amelia Don Vadia on May 20, 2016 7:19:25 GMT
Amelia tilted her head in the exact opposite direction of her mad father, watching him with a curious eye. Nothing seemed out of place, or off about Finn himself. The only thing that wasn't completely normal was the dangling female. With quiet precise steps she made her way over to Finn's plaything, her studied eyes roving over her various wounds and lacerations. "Laudanum, Heparin and Dementation to keep her bleeding bruised and plait." Her examination was clinical and scientific. She turned back toward Finn then tilting her head to the same side his was tilted, her bundle of red/brown hair falling off to one side.
"What is it that she couldn't express dad?" She asked walking over to look down at the drain, the blood wasn't pooling there either. "Warfarin would be more effective, but it would decrease the amount of time she could survive like that..." Her explanation was completely academic, scientific, and more than a bit curious. She'd seen more bodies in her time than most humans saw in their lives, and they had stopped bothering her ages ago. Now they were simply things, kine as it were, were to Finn canvas to be painted, to be altered and shaped into those things that were most appealing to him.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 20, 2016 7:35:05 GMT
Finn's dead little heart was swelling with pride as his daughter examined the body, looking perfectly unattached. The carnage of his creativity was just something else for her to analyze and learn about, and yet she still affectionately called him "dad." After years and years of work, he had manage to separate her from the last bits of her sanity. Despite being the spawn of Etonis Vadia and his beloved Don, she was a true child of Malkav now. It was so perfect, emotion threatened to overwhelm him. He might just string her up like the perfect little puppet she had become.
"Good girl," he purred, nodding towards the girl once more. "Your prowess is truly impressive." Tossing his long legs off the bone arm of his throne, he stood to the full of his seven feet, towering over his tiny daughter. He walked towards her in slow, lumbering steps, watching her for any sign of intimidation.
Raising one gloved hand, he placed his gloved hand on top of her head, staring at his toy intently. "She clung to her dreams of insanity and her unearned arrogance. My request was simple... admit that she is desperate. Human egos are such fragile things..." He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth in obvious disapproval, giving a barely noticeable shake of his head. "It seems that being different is so important to them that they will call themselves things like psychopathic for the attention it garners them."
Heaving a deep sigh, he raised his fingers of his free hands to one of the bleeding lacerations. "They say the Kine psyche is an easy thing to break," he murmured, watching her shudder and jerk away from his touch. "She is a continuation of my experimentation to find exactly where the breaking point is."
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Post by Amelia Don Vadia on May 20, 2016 7:57:27 GMT
Amelia leaned her head against her dad's hand, looking once again toward the hanging kine. "Multifaceted hypothesis, with experimentation of multiple variables over each subject..." She mumbled more to herself than the madman that had raised her. The girls bright emerald eyes seemed to intensify in their gaze as she almost glared at the subject. She'd wanted to know about his studies, to know of the nature, method, and results of not only his studies but his experiments. Asking about the control group would be a moot point, and it would take away from her own education. She simply had to figure it out for herself.
Her head dropped down as she continued to contemplate all the possibilities of the experiment itself. Her fingers automatically reaching out to take a hold of the side of his lab coat, something she'd done since she was young. The madman had forever been a solid rock in her existence, always there, always the same. "No... YES!" Those Emerald eyes sparked with life as her own hypothesis grew in her mind. "You dad... It's you isn't it?" Those feminine eyes tilted up, searching for her father's hard Emerald greens. "You or Malkav, those are the only two possibilities. Everything else is variable..." She seemed to be driving her mind into a frenzy as she sorted and categorized information.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 20, 2016 8:03:33 GMT
His gaze turned to focus on her at her outburst, trained and impenetrable. His smile was wide, but around the edges, the Monster softened. Hundreds of years, he had taught her everything he could without giving her any of the answers. She had to figure that out herself if she ever expected to be as brilliant as her dad. He would not handicap her... Amelia deserved better than that.
His fingers stroked down her red hair, slowly, as he gazed upon her. The experiment was forgotten as he turned, leading her with his hand on the back of her head. He let her cling to his labcoat, as he always did, but there was a new sort of expectation in his eyes. This was it. This was her test.
"Who is it, Amelia?" Finn asked, voice low and gutteral as he took her to one of the doors in his lab. Just like the others, it was featureless metal, not locked, and nearly eight feet tall. "Who is my control group?"
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Post by Amelia Don Vadia on May 20, 2016 8:52:01 GMT
Amelia followed her father with no hesitation, the only sound of her passing was the gently jingling of the cold iron chain bracelet that had adorned her wrist for centuries. The door itself was large and imposing, it's composition a simple iron and carbon composite. Those emerald eyes bore into the door as her thoughts continued to race with facts and information relative to the experiments. With a shake of her head she looked up toward Fin, her dad with almost sad eyes. "It's not you dad, it has to be Malkav..."
The experiment itself began to make more sense as her fingers tightened up in his lab coat. "That's why you're the only one who can do it... Because you possess no Ego." Amelia continued to ponder, letting her mind wander a bit. "Multifaceted experiment that only you can observe, because you see it all... And it doesn't ever touch you. You're above it all..." Amelia followed the experiment to it's possible conclusions then began laughing. Discordant and almost hysterical, everything about the experiment made perfect sense, perfectly logical and reasonable, yet everyone else thought them mad. It was absolutely hysterical, comical, funny in a way that just made the world seem so much brighter. "Can't see the book in the library..." She choked out between laughs.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 20, 2016 19:06:46 GMT
"Very good, Amelia." Her cackling only served to widen his smile. It was light and feminine in comparison to his own manic laughter, but the quality of it was the same. What moment was prouder for a parent than the one in which they could recognize themselves in their children? He leaned down and placed a dry little kiss on the top of her head before stepping back from her altogether. He raised his arms as if welcoming her into heaven, and with an audible click, the metal door unlocked.
Slowly, it began to swing open, exposing a single inch of darkness from within. Finn remained almost perfectly still, resembling a statue. "Open the door, Amelia. See what is inside."
He had his first labcoat, an archaic thing, tailored to perfectly fit his daughter's dimensions. Beside it was a single, thin blade; a rapier, and one he had used for years. The labcoat was hung up and wrinkle free, waiting for her. The rapier was sitting on a table, glittering in the swinging light of the room.
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Post by Amelia Don Vadia on May 20, 2016 23:16:58 GMT
Amelia still her dad's lab coat in her hand as she reached for the door, the only sound in the room coming from the almost musical jingling of her cold iron chain bracelet. Her small and delicate fingers wrapped around the cold metal bar, then she pulled with a gentle reverence, hoping not to disturb whatever lay inside.
Shock, very quickly followed by awe touched her sharp features as her hard emerald eyes soaked up the lab coat before her. It was perfectly white, it's stitching was very meticulous, done by hand. Each of the brass buckles on the front were hand forged, her all too keen eyes taking in the delicately rolled metal. She reached for it then, releasing his coat and just before her fingers touched the ancient material, she stopped. "Is this for me dad..?" She asked, turning the eyes that so closely resembled the giant's back on him, searching and studying him for any signs of another test.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 21, 2016 0:10:32 GMT
He remained exactly as she had last seen, his arms outstretched as if he were being crucified. There was no movement, no turn or relaxation of his muscles. He simply stood there, staring at Amelia as she entered the room. The rapier seemed like a second thought as she admired the lab coat, the one he had worn so very long ago. When she was younger, he had told her stories of that coat, and during the most formal of events, he had donned it. Normally, he opted for his more modern one, that hung open over black fabric. The stark contrast hurt people's eyes if they stared too long.
"Whenever you do good work, you are rewarded," he said, voice gentle despite the harshness of his chiseled eyes. It was easy to mistake his gaze for cruel or uncaring, but in actuality, it was the look of an unbiased monster. "That coat has been waiting for you for some time, now... You are finally worthy of donning it, of wearing it. The coat is yours, Amelia. As is the rapier."
Finally, his arms fell to his side and he crossed the short distance to his daughter. Placing both hands upon her shoulders, he turned her to face the two objects, both perfectly maintained. His smile softened his features, but not by much, as he leaned towards her and let her feel the unearthly sensation of his strength at her back. "I'm proud of you."
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Post by Amelia Don Vadia on May 21, 2016 2:54:46 GMT
When at last her fingers grasped the material of the lab coat she sighed softly. While her dad's pride meant the world to her, His gift meant so much more. Not only was he proud of her, he was proud enough to gift her with a symbol of that pride. A display, even if she was the only one in the world who recognised it as such. Slowly and reverently she donned the coat, adjusting it to her liking. The straps and buckles were simple to adjust and she spent a few moments doing so, until at last his it was perfect.
It took her a few minutes studying the rapier before she reached for it, grasping its hilt in her delicate fingers as she lifted it from its perch on the table. "It's light." She purred, though she held it more like a gun than a sword. Removing its sheath she looked over and down the blade clinically, curious. Her brows knit together as she slid the sheath carefully under her precious lab coat.
"New game dad?" She grinned sliding the rapier home into its sheath. Her red hair framed her sharp features beautifully, dangerously. Her emerald eyes stared back into those mirrored by her dad. Amelia was hungry as she always was for a new challenge, new knowledge, something new, and her dad had never failed to provide something for her to sink herself into, completely, fully and without reservation. When his daughter surrendered into something, she did so completely.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 21, 2016 3:20:34 GMT
"You excel with the gun of the man who assisted in your birth," Finn said as she turned to him, his gaze sliding up and down the length of her frame. The coat was perfectly tailored to her size and looked fabulous on her. She looked like a little female Finn, and he loved that. It had been a long time since he had worn it, but on nights when she had come close to earning it, he had caressed the fabric in thought. He smiled at her, and then drew his own sword from... somewhere. He had looked, until that moment, unarmed.
Pointing the rapier at her, he cocked a brow. "However, I can draw my weapon and force you into torpor before you can draw the Evoker. There are creatures that will survive a shot, even from that weapon. You wish to excel and you cannot if you are limited only to firearms. It is time you learn the use of other weapons."
He made a motion with his sword, the movement solely in his wrist, and it whipped around almost too fast to see. Then, he stepped back, leaning back and drawing his sword to his side. Thrusting it, the tip of the rapier stopped inches from her chest before he straightened and replaced it. "In the years before firearms became feasible, the rapier was my weapon of choice. Before you can play, I want you to study it. Find out everything you can. You have two weeks."
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Post by Amelia Don Vadia on May 21, 2016 5:02:33 GMT
Hunger drew at her, tugged at the very core of her being as her dad spoke. Enlightening her not only in the history and lethality of bladed weapons, his weapons of choice, and a field example of how it could be utilised. "The blade is functionally, completely dependant upon the motion from the handle, by extension, it's faster than the weirder could ever be when swung, though on a slight delay..." Amelia's voice was hungry, but that hunger vanished as her eyes once again moved to her dad's.
"A room, may I have a room here to work?" She asked, her thoughts a shattered mirror of ideas, parallels drawn from conclusion related only in the chaotic space that was her mind. "A lab of my own, here. Away from prying eyes." The statement was not directed towards Finn himself, but the other members of her 'family' who stopped by occasionally to 'check' on her and her dad. Sharp emerald eyes stared at the table she'd picked her rapier from, her hands resting on its cool surface.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 21, 2016 6:33:48 GMT
A room? Wild, manic giggling pulled from the giant madman as he contemplated her request. Amelia had, for the most part, been free as a child. She hadn't been tied down anywhere, hadn't had a place to call her own. The Malkavian lunatic had lived a similar life of whimsy when he was young, and if he wanted her to inherit her madness, he had to give her a life at least similar to his own.
Yet, she had grown. She was a woman now, as far as he was concerned. And in many ways, his opinion was the only one that mattered. He gave her head a gentle pat, then motioned to the door she had opened. The room inside was larger than most of the storage areas he had. "You won't get the utmost privacy, considering it is adjecent to my own laboratory. However, it is sound proof, and you may decorate it as you see fit. Your initial spendings, I will cover. Anything additional you come to want... Now, those will be your responsibility."
Finn turned from her, then, letting her admire her new room. "Eventually, you may even earn a haven of your own. However, that will take something much more significant than understanding your old man's experimentation." He snickered at that thought, raising two fingers to brush aside locks of eggplant hair.
"Hurry with your exploration of your new territory, however, dear Amelia. The Justicar and former Prince have invited us to visit. Your brother has apparently returned safe from his trip." He lightly waved off the information, allowing his daughter to see the invitation herself, through the Madness Network. Wandering back towards the girl still captured in his chains, his grin only grew more feral. "We wouldn't want to keep them waiting... now would we?"
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