Vidar Arma
Demon
SIR I GAVE YOU A BANANA! SIT! SIT SIR, SIT!
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Post by Vidar Arma on Feb 1, 2010 20:59:16 GMT -5
Vidar sat or the very well fashioned couch in the Danvers home. He was perfectly quiet, playing with his black painted nails, waiting for the eldest Son of Ipswich to appear to him. He could already picture destruction in the town of Ipswich. It was there just waiting for him to grasp it in his selfish and wonderfully sinful hands. He laughed a bit to himself and heard the door open of the home. Vidar stood, his black hair falling barely over his right eye as Caleb walked forward.
“Good Afternoon, Mr. Danvers. You seem to have had quite a long day.” Vidar’s voice was sadistically warm as he spoke, glancing around the house he was in. “Just let me say you have a nice home.” He nodded in approval, still glancing around, and waiting for the man to use, just so he could protect his precious little family. Vidar wagged his finger at him, tasking him slightly. He was hardly able to contain the laughter in his system, letting out a loud chuckle towards the younger man. Sure, he looked older than Vidar did, but he doubted that Caleb Danvers had been around to see the Civil War.
“Next time you do a job, you might want to make sure you do it right, Caleb.” Vidar’s eyes went black as he smirked at the man, waiting for the reply. Vidar's eyes flashed back to normal and cautiously got a tone in his voice, somehow scolding the man. “Oh, you don't wanna use, do you?” He asked, giving a small pout and moved himself from Caleb's gaze, back onto the couch, sitting innocently. |
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Post by Caleb Danvers on Feb 2, 2010 18:47:14 GMT -5
Caleb had just walked into his home, having a rough day at the office. He was going to go to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water but decided against it, instead he made his way to his living room. He was a little confused on why there was a boy, probably around his son's age on his couch, and then stood up when Caleb was noticeable.
Who the hell was this guy and why did the bad feeling arise in the pit of his stomach when he spoke. There was something off about this guy, and he felt confused when he laughed and wagged his finger at him. He could have sworn he might've been a friend of his son's or even his daughter. What was his-
When the obviously darkhaired, eyelined guy spoke again, Caleb's right fist tightened into a ball. He wasn't magical, no he would have felt the power come from him right when his eyes turned black. Caleb couldn't help but to growl, "Who the fuck are you?!" He demanded loudly, his voice roaring and revberated through the hallways. He luckily knew his family wasn't home, It was Melinda's shoping day, and his sons and daughter were probably still at Spencer, in the dorms or something.
"Get off my couch." He sneered, his eyes narrowing, "And what are you!?" he sought it was better to call him a what. He didn't move from his spot though, not lowering his gaurd for a second.
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