(rofellos isnt the [same]...hes not tall any more....if you want to know why ill tell you some time.


Rofellos listened to the Ghoul and then kicked him hard in the chest. he looked about for the source of this other faint aura.

"where is the other one?!" His voice was angry, yet he wasnt yelling. He was about to kick the ghoul but stopped and looked around again.

Diesel moaned as he began to regain consciousness. He was laying on a cold stone floor but not in the cemetery. His eyes were filled with blood from the fresh gash on his forehead. Unable to raise his hands to his face and he tried earnestly to blink it away.

"Calvin? Dude is that you?"

The Dark Cappadocian turned quickly to face the voice. "there you are" he said finally seeing the source. the Cappadocian observed the wounded mans aura. "human..." he said almost outloud as he walked to the man.

He looked down at the wounded man and said mid-tone "How did you get here?" He turned to look at the ghoul who seemed a bit angry but a bit confused. The Cappadocian looked down at wounded mortal. he seemed badly hurt, he moaned something but Rofellos didnt hear it, he was concentrating his attention on the ghoul...


((ok, half assed but i thought i needed to reply.[oh wait i did [b:f4dad64dcc]need[/b:f4dad64dcc] to reply...]

"There you are..."

Batty heard Rofellos' voice as she neared the work room. She quickened her pace, Rofellos would not be pleased to discover Calvin AND a mortal in the sacred catacombs.

"Rofellos... they're with me" He turned at the sound of her voice. She tossed a small box containing scapels and other implements of disection onto a nearby table.

"Calvin helped me bring this vermin here... he caught me at work in the cemetery... he... had a camera..." She trailed off, embarassed that she had broken the masquerade.

Rofellos nodded slowly, a slow grin spread across his face as he recognised Batty's box of tools. He silently hoped this meant what he thought it did...

~batty~

His smile then fadded as he looked at calvin who appeared slightly wounded, Rofellos helped calvin up.

"I am sorry Calvin...Really i am..."

He turned and faced batty the smile once again crossed his face.

Batty bowed slightly to her childe, smiling in return.

"Put him on that bench" Calvin complied dutifully, Diesel was delirious from the blow to the head and unable to struggle. "Undress him and clean his body" She poured water from a pitcher into a basin. Remembering something she had forgotten in her satchel, she excused herself and left the room, finally returning with the article.

Diesel was now naked, his dislocated arms hanging unnaturally over the edge of the bench. The mess that was once his hand began to bleed profusely as Calvin sponged him down. Rofellos gathered the bloodied clothing and dropped each item into the fireplace, poking the fabric into the flames.

"Shall I fetch a robe for him Sire?" Rofellos asked. Batty shook her head in reply.

"Nay, dress him in this" She threw the wedding dress acquired from the other corpse to Calvin. The stench of rotting flesh clung to the lace.

Calvin frowned a little but complied. His loyalty lay with the kindred and not with his mortal friend.

The dress was ill fitting and Diesel looked ridiculous but that was Batty's intention. Sometimes humilation is the greatest punishment.

She collected the box of implements from the side table and began to set up her work area...

~batty~

: Standing behind Batgirl like a nurse to a surgeon and looking down at his poor friend:

Pulling all of his willpower together to make him self be able to stand and watch this.
Thinking “Diesel is the price for my immortality, so be it”, as a smile stretched his face.

(( Waiting on you :lol:

The Dark Cappadocian shook his head at this ill-fitted attempt of humiliation. what was his sire planning on this winter night?

The sun was to rise in but a short while, Batgirl had fled a few moments before, leaving Rofellos with Calvin and the Human.

The Room was both Dank and Grim, almost silent if not for the moanor whimper of the Mortal. The Ghoul had a grin on his face yet his aura told that he was both Ashamed and overjoyed. The Cappadocian did not trust the ghoul at all.

From somewhere up above, droplets of water seeped through the stone ceiling, Landing on the floor with a loud and over agittating "Ping-Bud-luke" sound. The smell of old rotting flesh was evident from the white dress the mortal wore. Rofellos grinned as he turned to the mortal.

"Go to the storage room and get the small bucket of fishing hooks...you do know where the [i:44923b91c8]storage room[/i:44923b91c8] is dont you?" The ghoul just smiled and left the room.

Rofellos leaned next to the damaged and frightful Mortal. "i have something grand planned for you." the mortal let out a moan and began to cry. Shortly after Calvin returned. only to be sent off again for nails, a hammer, some sturdy planks a wooden coffin, a pair of pliers, the list went on. All night it was like that. It was good to have a Thrall to get everything that he demanded. Upon gathering everything he needed he turned sturnly to Calvin and Commanded him to leave, But that he can not leave the Cattacombs untill nightfall. With that Rofellos got to work...

(((ok, that was a crap post....but now i can get to the good stuff. ;)

The Dark Skinned Cappadocian work hard through out the morning hours, hammering and sawing numerous planks of wood together to form a strange and unusual contraption around the mortal. It formed a king of pentagonial Cylinder around him, and from each bend or abrupt turn the wooden object had in it the Cappadocian has placed a long strand of chicken wire, which dangled down to the floor, not connected to a thing.

As for the mortal he had been slpping in and out of conscienceness, he was stripped of his clothing-the dress was a little bothersome to Rofellos. Rotted flesh was smeared over his body from the ill-fitting dress.

Rofellos ordered Calvin in to bath the mortal- which he did, although he gave the Cappadocian the strangest looks regarding the contraption. Whilst the bathing was in progress Rofellos Attached a fishing hook to each wire. Calvin soon finished and rofellos once again commanded him away-the mortal now lay on the floor, still unconscience.



((lost my creative edge-please forgive my sloppy posting...im not feeling well at all...ill post again in a short while..

As Calvin stood in the hallways waiting for Rofellos to finish his weird contraption, Calvin felt his Domitor’s return. When the sun rises I will find her. It should be up soon. I must go! I must find her! Damn this Capadocian.

(( Thats right come back when im about to be ghouled by someone else. Thanks Rea...... Curses. An NPC arg :grin: :grin:

He sighed heavily. as he lifted the human onto the wooden contraption.


((quick ooc description,

its of an ocogonial shape made of intirely wood, ever place the wood curves there is a chicken wire attached, each chicken wire streches a different length but is adjustable. on the end of the chicken wire is a long fishing style hook. in the center of the device is a small table made of wood, its the exact size of the mortal and is raised about 3.5 feet off the ground.))


He whispered softly and calmingly into the mortals ear, who was stirring from his slumbers yet was unable to move.

"The Savior has told me to choose my path.i have chosen to spare your life. i am on the path of redemption. what path are you on?" He awaited a respons but got a garbled jumble of meshed words which must have been a plee for his life.

"the path of [i:ffc9a7d84b][b:ffc9a7d84b]Pain?[/i:ffc9a7d84b][/b:ffc9a7d84b]? the path of torture? of understanding ones own bodys limitations? yes...that is the path that your soul has chosen. you have done so by violating our laws, and trespassing into boundarys where ones such as yourself do not belong. so you shall feel pain...but in this pain you will find knowledge and understanding...yes...this is your path."


((damn it...i have to go...shouldnt be long....finish later. :evil:

The cappadocian smiled as he heated a fishhook over a small near-by candle. he slid it into the mans body, he let out a loud moan which then turned into a loud whimper of pain. he contiuned to do so untill the man was supported all over his body by the various hooks. slowly the cappadocian slid the wooden table out from underneigth the mortal. the chickenwired ropes held the man in the middle of the contraption, with amazingly little to no blood lose-to this was the skill the cappadocian had. The mortals skin stretched but did not tear or bleed, and yet with every whimper the mortal let out his pain became more unbareable-wih time the mortal will learn to bear with the pain, the cappadocian will be back later, but for now he was a bit tired. he left the room and made his way past the ghoul[blah blah blah...i dont feel like posting now :roll: gotta finish though...] and commented to him

"stay out of that room. do you wish to leave?" the ghoul nodded and said something but rofellos only saw the nod, quickly he bashed the ghoul over the head with a blunt object knocking him unconscience. he took him out of the cattacombs and to the monastery. once upstairs he awoke the ghoul and healed his wound to the head-good as new if not a little angry, before he could say a word the cappadocian said

"you must understand the secret of the cattacombs must be upheld, i could not allow you to know how to exit or enter." with that he waved his hand and a monk entered, he escorted the ghoul outside into the bright morning sun.

((if you said anything to Rofellos he ignored it, he seemed rude and arrogant, although thats not how he normally is, he just doesnt like to have outsidders in his home-His Sanctuary. :lol:

((damn....poor deisel!@!! lol great posting guys!

As Calvin walked away he thought
”Funny Batty didn’t knock me out on the way in. Not like I really want to screw over the Cappadocians anyway. They were kind and courteous to me. And shit im only a small bug compared to them.”

As he walked off the sun warmed his face.