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Post by Zeke Winters on Jun 21, 2012 23:40:24 GMT -5
Zeke's anger still raged on. So id she wasn't dead, what was she? She didn't have a pulse and he was staring at her ghost. By his definition, she was dead. Still, if there was a way to get her back, he'd make sure to get her back. "How can she come back?" he asked. He was willing to do anything to revive her. Whether that be doing something for Nick, sacrificing himself, or, as a last resort, bringing Nick to a near-death situation until he gave in and brought her back.
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Post by Nick Salvador on Jun 21, 2012 23:45:35 GMT -5
Nick laughed "She'll come back...eventually, or never. It shouldn't matter. Be glad at least you get to see her ghost... For now." he said. Watching the ghost fade away. Slowly but surely. "I suggest your last good byes?" he said "Those are supposed to be all heart-warming and romantic. Go ahead. Amuse me blizzard boy,"
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Post by Renate Davis on Jun 21, 2012 23:49:47 GMT -5
Renate frowned. Why was Nick doing this? Her image was becoming less noticeable "Where am I going?" she asked him worried and a bit scared. Though she hid it.
(bleh gtg. Grandma is getting mad :/)
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jun 21, 2012 23:59:58 GMT -5
Zeke turned his head to Renate, her ghostly form barely visible, now, as she seemed to fade away. A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned his head in a glare toward Nick. "No, there won't be any final good-byes," he growled. "You're going to bring her back to her body or you're going to join her - it's all your decision, really," he grinned, trying to hide his emotions. He feared losing Renate and his sorrow for failing to defend her. He felt endless anger toward Nick for even he wouldn't go as far as to kill - or nearly kill - a person for no reason at all. It was this anger that he showed, however, determined to bring her back into the realm of the living.
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Post by Nick Salvador on Jun 22, 2012 0:10:01 GMT -5
Nick grinned "Don't worry Renate. Oh and tell my dad haha what a joke, greetings<3 Matt," he said as the last of her slipped away. Zeke.. Oh Zeke caused soo much amusement a laughing spilling out "Oh time. All in time, but I don't believe my dad will be stopping to see me cause of you," he told Zeke, still transparent.
(sorry took me a while to find my iPod xP I only half battery though D:)
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jun 22, 2012 0:15:19 GMT -5
(It's fine)
His dad. So, he was son of Thanatos. Well, at least he was in the right cabin. Without Renate there to stop him, Zeke was borderlined. He would have attacked Nick, already, if it weren't for his logical side telling him if he did so, he may never see Renate again. He stayed silent for a while before speaking up. "So will you bring her back, then?" he asked, sadness fused with anger showing in his eyes.
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Post by Nick Salvador on Jun 22, 2012 0:28:15 GMT -5
Nick watched Zeke. Getting bored now. "I could but I might not. I guess we will see," he told Zeke quite dismissively as he wondered what his next game would be. Hm... He didn't like repeating tricks. Or doing more than a few people before moving to a new place. So maybe his time was nearing?
Then suddently Zeke's eyes caught Nick's attention "Oh Frosty has been hit by Cupid! Zeke I didn't think you liked her that much! Now I'm tempted to keep her," mischief gleaming in his eyes.
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Post by Renate Davis on Jun 24, 2012 15:37:31 GMT -5
Renate was gone. Or to Zeke she was. Renate was confused. Angered. Agitated. She was dying or so she thought as she felt ghosts push her forward. It was dark and she couldn't see much. She was lost. And she wanted to go back. Oh dear gods please help Zeke get me back...
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jun 24, 2012 16:43:12 GMT -5
The air began to shimmer as small crystals of ice began to form around them, growing and fusing together. Zeke knew how to intimidate people - it came naturally to him. Suspense and anxiety were great ways to begin. He wanted Renate back, plain and simple. A few of the ice crystals began forming into icicles, dangling midair. Others grew large enough and sharp enough to become spikes. He grabbed the nearest one and it morphed into a sword the moment he grasped it. "Bring her back," he said, weapon pointed towards Nick, "or you'll be joining her."
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Post by Nick Salvador on Jun 26, 2012 14:08:52 GMT -5
Nick laughed at Zeke. "You really aren't in a position to make threats. I control ghosts, my dad is god of the dead, you can't kill me." he said waving at his half transparency sure it will hurt. But strangely Nick liked pain. He viewed it as more pain you could resist the stronger you are.
Control ghosts. The idea struck him. Beautiful jealousy, maybe he could control Renate's ghost? Bringing her back he made her stand next to him "Plus what makes you think she wants to be back with you"
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Post by Renate Davis on Jun 26, 2012 22:08:27 GMT -5
Renate suddenly felt herself zapped into the real word. Blinking but she couldn't be her. It was like she was a puppet. She couldn't even look at Zeke to send him a 'whats happening gaze' she just stood there next to Nick.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jun 27, 2012 5:34:47 GMT -5
Zeke didn't understand Nick's full extent of powers. Instead, he shouted, "What do you mean!?" That's when Renate's ghost appeared, not even looking at him. He was hurt and couldn't stand it. "R-Renate?" he asked, softly, the ice around them evaporating into a mist before being carried away by the wind. Had he been in a calmer state at the moment, he would have been able to work out what Nick was doing. Instead, he was blinded by love, all his attention focused on getting Renate just to look at him.
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Post by Nick Salvador on Jun 27, 2012 18:54:45 GMT -5
Nick loved this. He loved how Aphrodite just added to the torment. Grinning he petted Renate's hair camly as is he were fond of her. But he was also making her look away from Zeke to face him instead with a smile. Jealousy. "Hello Renate. Your back already" he told her fake kindness dripping in his voice, obvious if you knew the situation, but it would sound genuine if you didn't.
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Post by Renate Davis on Jun 30, 2012 1:41:58 GMT -5
Renate felt herself just not have any control. She wanted to slot Nick's throat. Not only was he keeping her from breathing. But he was petting her hair. And messing with Pyre. But all she did was stand there still. Not moving. Not able to look at Pyre to make sure he was ok.
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Post by Zeke Winters on Jul 2, 2012 13:46:48 GMT -5
Zeke simply couldn't understand what was happening. Nick was petting her hair and Renate seemed not to mind. He just couldn't make sense of it all. Why? Why was Renate not pulling away? Why was Nick doing all of this? He had hoped too much, it seemed, that Renate had felt the same way Zeke did that he had begun seeing what he wanted to see - Renate actually interested in him. Maybe it wasn't true. Maybe it was blind love that made him believe Renate liked him, as well.
Zeke was so conflicted. He wanted to shove an ice dagger through Nick's heart, at the moment, but just couldn't do that with Renate standing there. Even if she was a ghost. A ghost. Why had Nick killed her if he liked her? It was all too much for him. Any other person could clearly see the nonsense of the situation. Not Zeke. Not when Renate was involved. With so much inner torment, he was close to cracking and just letting out all his anger and rage. Almost.
(Sloppy, I know, but I'm worn out at the moment and in a hurry)
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