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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 1:55:20 GMT -5
A particularly chilly, night evening welcomed the long awaited presence of the half-demon. Nearlky two years had gone by since he'd last walked these grounds, so familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time as his inky black form slithered from the darkness of the shadow realm. For a year he'd been following just one step behind the circus, mustering up the courage one drop at a time to face what once had been a home to him-- it wasn't really the place that made it so, but rather a few particular people-- and the girl he'd selfishly left there to fend for herself. Understandably his daughter had stopped writing him long ago. His letters to her were scarce, themselves. Mostly out of guilt and shame. Alright, entirely out of guilt and shame. Since he was being honest with himself and everything.
The Dimitri Ambross that emerged from the shadows was nothing like anyone who knew him would remember. His physical body was obviously not well taken care of; apparent lack nourishment left his face hollow and sickly. His clothes were far too loose on him, another telltale sign of malnourishment, while his messy hair had not been cut in at least two months, nor had he shaved in a week. The normally warm, seductive brown eyes were grey with dark circles beneath them.
But even in his current state, old habits flooded back to him with the memories in which they resided.
Despite the ache of his muscles, his posture straightened slightly and the usual nonchalant mask overtook his gaunt face. A hand slipped into his pocket as he strolled along with somewhat unsteady footing, just hoping he might sense his daughter as he was passing through the property.
Alas, it appeared she wasn't around for the moment.
It was with a bitter humor that Dimitri wondered who instead would be the first to recognize him. More importantly, he wondered who would be the first to take a well-deserved swing at him for his selfish idiocy. And ironically at this moment that he sensed a certain energetic jester nearby. Clopin. The deadbeat father took a (rather shallow) deep breath as his daughter's godfather came within earshot, and in a slightly hoarse voice he spoke out, "Long time no see, Clopin."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 20:16:21 GMT -5
Clopin had decided to take a break from performing for a little while. He wasn't sure why, but he had been finding the circus a little nauseating lately. Something needed to happen. Anything. Sometimes it was difficult when a passion became a job with a pay cheque. Sure, Clopin adored performing, he adored entertainment and getting everyone's undivided love and attention, but he didn't like the idea of being a circus monkey. He knew that perhaps this was just a phase he was going through. Every artist had their period of no inspiration, and that's all Clopin was experiencing. He was sure of it. So instead of practicing his routine, he had honed in on his sense of adventure. He would explore as much of England as he could explore in a day, even if it all was far too familiar for him, and he would even indulge in dangerous tasks such as diving off cliffs into glade ponds.
The gypsy was very much like a stallion; he required plenty of exercise to keep himself healthy and sane. It was borderline an addiction. As of tonight, he had just gotten back from a night run. He had practiced his stealth running through town, hiding in shadows, darting about like a thief ready to take the moon. It had been a great work out, and he was back at the cirque feeling more than satisfied. He was tired, yet still energetic. He had on a light short-sleeved shirt and jeans. The pockets stuck out, but he hadn't noticed.
He stopped when he heard someone greet him. The voice had some husk to it, which wasn't exactly a tone someone wanted to hear late at night. Clopin cocked his head slightly, finding something so vaguely familiar, and turned. Who was this guy? Clopin blinked a couple times. The man wasn't a complete stranger. There was something about him. Something -- no. Clopin's eyes began to widen after a moment of studying the figure. That brown hair. It was messy, but it bore resemblance to a familiar haircut. The voice, the clothes even ... it couldn't. No. No! Surely, Clopin had drank too many bottles of rum. Dimitri had been long gone.
"Dimitri?" Clopin said in complete disbelief. A part of that disbelief seemed to stem from his own assumption. How in the hell could this be Dimitri? The man looked like complete crap! He wasn't that cocky, thumb-biting playboy that Clopin remembered. Clopin slowly started to frown, and his hands scrunched up tight at his sides. "'Long time, no see'? You better have more to say than that!" The tone in his voice was dangerous, sounding like something that could precede an angry outburst. But even Clopin didn't know how to react yet. Thoughts and questions overwhelmed him to the point where all he could do was stare.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 23:30:55 GMT -5
Clopin was certainly agitated, Dimitri noticed. And within his rights to be so. His eyes lowered to the ground for a moment and then he managed to crack something that was reminiscent of his usual smile upon his slightly chapped lips. More to say? He was silent for a few seconds, his sleep-deprived mind struggling to form a coherent thought and force it to his tongue. But then it slipped from the tip of his tongue. He gave a chuckle instead and looked away. "I missed you, darling," he said the stereotypical 'return to home' line sarcastically. "My, how things have changed. The place looks better than ever." He didn't even think about what he was saying before it came from his mouth. At this point, he really couldn't. Thoughts were blurring together, now, and the fact that he was able to speak proper sentences (regardless of his lack of control over their degree of insult) when his mental state was such a mess was a miracle. Perhaps this was his subconscious way of egging Clopin on. Maybe he wished for the man to strike him. Heaven knows he deserved much worse.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2014 9:16:47 GMT -5
Laugh. The man had the nerve to laugh. Clopin's eyes widened at the less-than-wanted line Dimitri uttered. Good God. Clopin had forgotten how Dimitri shared his level of cockiness. Such was the demeanor of flirtatious men. Yet he was remembering this at a terrible time. Clopin thought to his tribe and how they had thought for six years that he was dead. What would they do, hell, what would Nadine do if Clopin had greeted them this way? Clopin thought of only one thing. Furious, he raised the back of his hand and whipped it hard across Dimitri's face as if he were hitting the man with the butt of a pistol. Clopin yanked Dimitri close by the collar. "Listen, darling. Any attitude you dish out, I can handle. But there is no way in hell that I'll let you see Jane if that's the line you're going with." Clopin let go of the collar with force, hoping it would be a good shove to Dimitri. Maybe even knock him over. He gritted his teeth.
"Ya kinda can't skip out for two years when your daughter ages fast, y'know. Sure, she should technically be a child right now. But guess what? She's grown up. She's an adult. With a family of her own. You want to start talking to me about how things have changed?" Anger boiled in his voice. "She was devastated when you disappeared, Dimitri. Her mother was one thing, but you too? It hurt her. And it made things a hell of a lot harder for Esmeralda and me. Especially with how fast she grew! She got angry at us when we couldn't always be there for her, but it's because of YOU! She wanted YOU and Emily the most! Her parents!" Clopin's anger nearly cracked. He had to dig his nails into his palms to hide the emotion. Mentioning Emily was a sore spot for him, because of how close they had been. He looked down at the ground, and then back up. "Where the hell have you been all this time?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2014 13:18:42 GMT -5
With a rather sudden force and a loud smack, Dimitri's head whipped to the side. Even before Clopin considered doing it, even in his degrading mental state, Dimitri was prepared for the strike. However, the amount of force that was put into the slap to his face was stunning and left him seeing stars. But it wasn't over, it seemed, for he was yanked forward by his collar. Clopin was very strong for such a thin man. A human, no less. Or maybe Dimitri was just much weaker than he realized at the moment. As Clopin berated him, he avoided eye contact with the man he'd once hoped to call his friend. His smile faded into a slight frown and his eyes lost that little glint of his former self he'd had only moments before.
Dimitri stumbled backwards. There was a slight attempt on his part to stay standing, but he was still disoriented from the slap. So the world spun around him for a moment and then the next thing he knew, he was upon the ground. He managed to push himself into a sitting position after a bit of struggle. His entire body felt heavier with every second that passed, increasing his struggle. At Clopin's words, Dimitri actually looked up at him, stunned once more. The sensation of cold water trickled down his body. That couldn't be right. No matter how much Jane grew, she was still a child and she couldn't have...
"A family?" Dimitri repeated hoarsely once Clopin was finished speaking. "Jane has... has children?" The numb expression upon his face cracked into an exhausted guilt-ridden frown as Dimitri realized just exactly how much he'd missed. Dear God. It was his own childhood, his own mistakes all over again. He was just like his own father. Never there except when it suited him. His eyes slipped closed and he let out a shallow breath, weakly clenching his fists.
"Everywhere, Clopin," he said. "I've been looking for Emily everywhere. And every lead was a dead end. Every single one. I called in every favor I've ever gathered in my twenty five years, in every dark corner of the underground those favors reached." Dimitri pounded his fists against the ground, struggling to keep his emotions in check as guilt and anguish swirled beneath his cracking surface. But the flood gates were open and he was too tired to hold it back. "There was nothing. Nothing. And then I did nothing. I felt nothing every day, nothing but guilt and self-hatred. How was I supposed to just return to the daughter I abandoned without so much as a body, any kind of closure whatsoever? Anything that might even slightly justify how long I was gone? How, Clopin?" Dimitri's voice had risen by now, his bony hands tangling into his messy brown hair and his breathing speeding up. He was dizzy. Dizzy and angry at himself. It was getting harder to breathe. "How am I supposed to face her... at all?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 8:21:14 GMT -5
Clopin crossed his arms, looking stone-faced as Dimitri struggled to explain himself. The reasons started to become clearer, and as much as he wanted to, Clopin couldn't hate the man. He could resent him, but not hate him. The smack in the face was well-deserved, Clopin felt no guilt over that, but he did start to feel sympathy. He had never truly known if Dimitri cared for Emily or not. It had seemed like he was a womanizer who had gotten a woman pregnant and was forced into a position to care for the child. Yet here he was a beaten man in need of a shower; a man who was literally reduced to his knees. Clopin had remained silent, but the fury in his eyes had softened. "You idiot." Clopin shook his head. He felt like an older brother right now.
"I think you and I both know that running doesn't help. It's better to face her now than never. The hard truth is she will be pissed off at you. She will resent you. It does hurt." Jane had went from a rosy-faced little girl who Clopin would play with to a much more serious, sophisticated young woman. Not only had the change been jarring, but Jane hadn't retained the same fondness for him. It had saddened Clopin. "But a part of her will appreciate that you came back. You did come back. Even if it took you a damn long time. You can make up for going by staying, don't run out on her again. Believe me. I know from experience that hiding's a waste of your life."
Clopin sighed and approached Dimitri. He held out his hand for the man, willing to help him stand up. It was harder to berate a man when they were in such a pitiful position. "Jane has two little girls. Twins. And they're adopted. Her "mate" as she called him is Cody. An easily jealous, scrawny blonde kid I met ages ago." Clopin smirked. "Although from the sounds of it, they really care for each other. Cody hasn't given a reason to be beaten. Yet." After a moment, the smirk faded, and Clopin sighed again. This still felt surreal. Clopin understood what it was like to leave family, and he also understood the fear of facing family. He didn't understand Dimitri's reasoning for not having seen Jane sooner.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 1:28:24 GMT -5
Dimitri couldn't disagree with Clopin when he called him an idiot. He most certainly was. As Clopin continued, Dimitri's heart felt heavier and heavier, to the point where it almost physically hurt. His relationship with his daughter had always been fragile, especially when his initial parenting style failed, but now it was so much worse. And it was his fault. Dimitri flinched when Clopin extended his hand to him, having expected another strike to his face. Though he was surprised when he realized that Clopin was instead offering him a helping hand up. The half-demon reached up and weakly grasped Clopin's hand with a small but grateful smile. It was a struggle to get to his feet; his body felt heavier with every passing moment, making it difficult to get a sense of himself in relation to the ground. Eventually he managed to stagger to his feet, and when he was sure he was alright, he released Clopin's hand.
And now that he was standing, he could focus on what Clopin had just told him. "Wait... twins?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "How is that possible? Forest guardians only take on one child as their successor..." he wearily shook his head. "Nevermind, that's not the issue here," he sighed, running a hand over his tired face. The man took a moment to reconstruct his thoughts. His focus was incredibly shaky at the moment, much like his body. "Can you tell me what's been happening?" he asked quietly. "How... how has Jane been? Has she had another growth spurt? Has anything happened? I at least want to know a little of what to expect..." he trailed off as the world spun for a moment. He took a deep breath. His eyes struggled to keep focus on Clopin, but he managed. It would only be a matter of time before Dimitri collapsed entirely... but he would worry about that when the time came.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 9:55:15 GMT -5
Clopin wasn't expecting Dimitri to put all of his weight on him. His feet nearly staggered. There was a struggle for a moment getting Dimitri to stand, but Clopin finally helped him to his feet. Dimitri didn't seem to notice he was standing at first, which made Clopin realize the man was in rougher shape than he had thought. Dimitri let go, and Clopin took a step back. "I dunno. Supernatural laws just fly over my head sometimes," he admitted, waving a hand in the air dismissively. Clopin had always considered himself just a regular human who happened to have powers rather than a supernatural being, for anything supernatural like the world of werewolves or vampires didn't make a lick of sense to Clopin. He didn't try to understand either, because he would only get frustrated with it all.
"Oh, sure," Clopin blinked in surprise. He rubbed the back of his neck, and glanced towards the ground. A slight frown tugged down on his lips. "Well, Jane has gone through a lot of changes. Esmeralda and I couldn't always be of help, so she did get angry with us. A lot of stuff she's had to figure out for herself. Like her powers have really come in. Her eyes can turn black, she has a sort of telekinesis power where she can make things move. I noticed that when she was crying and upset, things were moving out of her control. She can kill living things like plants with a kind of energy ... oh, and most important." Clopin looked up at Dimitri. "She needs to feed. On people. Kinda like a vampire or, well, zombie." He finally smiled a little. "But you really wouldn't be able to guess that. She did turn out all right, Dimitri. She's strong, independent, beautiful. Settled in with a family. She's done much better for herself than I ever could when I was younger. Hell, she's similar to her mother in some ways. You know ... like little face expressions. And the voice."
Clopin thought for a moment. Talking wouldn't be as good as showing. His eyes slowly turned blue until a rich glow made his brown irises vanish. Assuming that Dimitri would be able to see his illusions since he was still half-human, Clopin imagined in his mind what Jane looked like. Next to him, a manifestation of her appeared. The illusion was more like a projected image, for Clopin didn't imagine her moving. He just wanted Dimitri to see what she looked like. "I don't think she'll be having more growth spurts. She's an adult," Clopin said. "But this is your daughter."
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 18:31:17 GMT -5
(( Omfg I'm so sorry I forgot about this. D: Also, a warning to anyone who reads this, there's a couple uses of the "F" word towards the bottom of this post. ))
Things were still hazy, Clopin's voice seemed a little farther away that he actually was. Dimitri tried to his best stand steadily though couldn't help but wobble a bit. He would probably need to sit down soon. Laying down was probably the best thing for him at the moment but he didn't want to, so sitting would have to do. His grey eyes flickered to the ground in slight confusion. What was Clopin staring at? He looked back up to his friend, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Changes? Just how many changes had his daughter gone through? He struggled to focus on what Clopin was telling him while a billion scenarios and possibilities raced through his mind. So many ways her powers could manifest, ways her biology or physiology could change, and he hoped against all hope that she didn't endure the one change that could cause the most damage.
His eyes widened at the word "feed." A pain ripped through his chest as everything in his world came to a screeching halt. The rest of Clopin's words didn't even register consciously. All he culd think about was the one thing he'd truly feared would happen to her. It was like his brain couldn't comprehend anything beyond that, even when he stared right at the image of his daughter, he couldn't really see it. Dimitri gasped. His hands moved up and held his head, fingers locking his hair and tugging.
"No," he gasped, collapsing to his knees once more. "No, no, no, fuck, no!" He felt sick to his stomach. If he'd eaten anything ion the last two days he would have most certainly vomited at that very moment. Things were hazier, he felt so heavy. "Jane, no... Fuck... I'm sorry..." Dimitri sobbed faintly, doubled over in overwhelming guilt as most of the remains of his world fell. His words died for a minute and all he could do was cry without tears... and occasionally remember to breathe.
"How long?" he croaked once he gained enough energy to speak once again. "How long... has she depended on blood? I need to know. Jane's life... d-depends on it."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2014 22:09:25 GMT -5
(( No worries, Grimm! I'm sorry I took a while to respond too. ))
Clopin narrowed his eyes a little, and the blue glow started to dim. It didn't seem like Dimitri was registering the image. If anything, the man looked like he was staring into space. Beyond it. Yet horror gripped Dimitri's eyes, and he keeled over to the ground in a surprisingly dramatic reaction. Clopin couldn't help flinching. He had known that Dimitri had discouraged Jane's powers in the past, not wanting her to be like him, but it was only when Dimitri sounded broken and hysterical that Clopin realized the weight of what he had just told the man. Considering that Dimitri was a half-demon and Emily was a zombie, Clopin had, in ways, thought that Jane's changes were to be expected. Even if her confession had shocked him at the time. He closed his eyes, and then reopened them. His regular brown irises blended in with the night once more. A faint shine could only be seen when Dimitri implied Jane's life could be in danger. Clopin couldn't tell if Dimitri was just panicking or if his words were true. Either way, it didn't stop him from feeling a knot of concern and fear twist in his gut. Nervous energy made him sprint closer to Dimitri. He knelt down.
"It can't have been too long," he tried to reassure the man. "I ... I'm not the best at keeping track of time. But I believe it was a few months ago when she told me this ... and when she did tell me, she clearly felt guilty for the kill. A first victim. Always the worst." Clopin knew that from experience. The first time he had killed a man was out of revenge and it had left him feeling insane and purposeless. "She's compassionate, so it's not like she wants to kill left and right." In his attempts to be logical, Clopin still couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness that Dimitri had stirred with his previous words. His eyes scanned over the man's face, as if determined to get a straight and honest answer. "But ... what did you mean by her "life depends on it"? You're not really saying her life's at stake here. Are you?" He tried to hide some of his feelings, which only made his questions sound more assertive.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 21:20:12 GMT -5
(( Holy crap, sorry again! Dx ))
Clopin's attempts at reassurance did nothing of the sort, though they would be appreciated in time, when Dimitri wasn't practically panicking. His breaths were short. He was dizzier than ever. The half-demon closed his eyes, keeping his other half at bay as he attempted to collect his thoughts so he could speak somewhat coherently. Come on, Dimitri, stop this shit! Now is not the time to be panicking! "Calm down," he told himself beneath his breath. He took in deeper breaths. In and out. In and out. A good minute passed before he was breathing better. With his heart rate calmed, he let out a shaky breath and looked back up to Jane's godfather.
"Clopin, believe me, I wish I wasn't," he stated, shaking his head. "I know it's gonna be hard, holy fuck do I know what an untrustworthy piece of garbage I am... but I need you to believe everything that I'm about to tell you."
Dimitri ran his hands through his hair and pushed his bangs from his eyes with a sigh.
"Jane doesn't get that bloodlust from... from her mother," he began, but paused. It never got any easier to think about her, let alone say her name. "E-Emily... she wasn't that kind of zombie. She never ate at all, so it's impossible for Jane to get it from her. She gets the bloodlust from me. I know, because I went through the same thing at her age."
He sat back on the ground, running a hand over his tired face. Breathing was a bit easier now, but he still had to pause to catch his breath after speaking.
"It's our demonic sides that crave it, because within blood is life energy, and life energy comes from the soul. Demons eat souls. When they have no souls to consume, as a substitute they compel humans to make blood sacrifices. Souls make demons stronger, and blood does the same. People who descend from demons must drink blood in order to feed their demonic sides and live. But the more we drink, the more power we give to that other half. If Jane is drinking blood daily, God forbid more than two ounces a day, she's less than a year away from being completely overtaken by her demonic side forever."
Dimitri looked down again, hanging his head. He hoped he could get to her in time and save her from that fate.
"The Jane we knew, the Jane that doesn't like killing, the Jane that loved her mother to the end... that Jane will die. Because once the demon overtakes someone, there is no going back. It's a fate worse than death."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 20:09:43 GMT -5
"Wow, you really have lost your confidence haven't you?" This was supposedly the same man who was boasting about his relations with Esmeralda and Emily way back when. Now Dimitri was sputtering about Clopin possibly not trusting him, and how he needed him to believe him. He narrowed his eyes, and took a slow step back at Dimitri's tone. The man was panicked. And when a half-demon was panicked, then Clopin knew it was a problem. "Well, I'm listening. Just ... slow down and tell me the problem, yeah?"
Once again, a reference was drawn to Jane's mother, Emily, and Clopin turned his head to the side slightly. There was a sharp glimmer in the gypsy's eye, and his lips drew thin. What Dimitri was immediately implying was that Jane seemed to inherit more darkness from him than Emily. It was true, Emily had always been harmless. She had certainly looked unsettling, and Clopin had had no problem expressing this when they first met, but once he got used to it, he had noticed her charm more than anything. Here, Dimitri was explaining how it was actually Jane's demonic side, the side from Dimitri himself, that was the problem.
And it was enough to make Clopin sick to his stomach. He had already been disturbed by the idea of vampires living off of nothing but blood, and a demon sounded much worse. The fact that Jane had to suffer with such a side, and keep it on a leash for her entire life touched a nerve. At least one minute passed where Clopin said nothing. He just stared at Dimitri with his sharp, black eyes. An eyebrow quirked, then lowered. There was a frown. A facial twitch. It was hard to read him; Clopin was a man whose emotions could leap from one peak to another. He wasn't sure how to process the news.
Suddenly, he broke the silence with a loud voice. "Why in the hell couldn't you have told us about this side in the beginning?! You knew. You knew that she had that side to her. Fucking hell, Dimitri. You could have left a damn --" He closed his eyes and held up a hand as if telling himself to shut up. Panic was evident in his anger. He swallowed, then slowly opened his eyes. His hand returned to his side. "Okay. Ignoring your mistakes for a moment ... what the fuck can we do for her? If there's one thing we can agree on here, it's that we don't want this to happen to her. So how do we stop it? How do we save her?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 23:48:12 GMT -5
Dimitri felt unsettled at the way Clopin's expression subtly changed. He was far too weak at the time to use his powers to read his emotions, so there was no way of really knowing exactly what Clopin was feeling or thinking. Aside from what he'd already expressed, of course. And then Clopin's voice pierced the silence. Dimitri flinched slightly and bowed his head. His teeth gritting together, he allowed the barrage of words to continue. Whatever it took to get it at least partially out of Clopin's system.
He took a moment to unclench his jaw before answering. "The only way to save her is to take away the extra power she's given to her demonic side, and the only way to do that is by performing a Cleansing," he stated, looking back up to Clopin. "Before you ask, it's not an Exorcism. It's a religious ceremony created specifically for use on the descendants of demons. It keeps their demonic side at bay, by siphoning away all of the extra life force it's gathered and only leaving just enough to live on."
Dimitri paused to take another second or two to catch his breath. "Only one man nowadays can perform it: a priest I've known for years named Father Fujimoto. I'll send for him, but it'll probably take a month or two for him to get his affairs in order and travel to the circus, because he lives in Japan. I'd get him, myself, to save time but I'm not exactly in any condition to travel."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2014 22:43:58 GMT -5
A long exhale of breath left Clopin's lips. Several loose strands of hair blew black. He was starting to calm down, but his eyes were still as alert as ever, focusing with sharp intent on Dimitri's face. It took a moment for the man to speak again. When he did, he mentioned a "Cleansing" which immediately pulled Clopin's mind to horror films. The movies where someone was possessed by a demonic or monstrous creature and had to go through a violent, spastic ritual to be free from evil. Clopin opened his mouth, but as if Dimitri was able to read his mind, he was told that a Cleansing wasn't what he thought. Relief briefly flickered in his eyes. Performing an Exorcism on Jane would have been heartbreaking.
"So, at most we can only keep it in a cage?" Clopin pursed his lips. He wished he had known that the demonic part of Jane was so powerful. He and Esmeralda were both guilty of thinking it was natural, and that Jane needed to feed to survive. It had certainly looked that way when the poor young woman was crying about having to kill someone. Dimitri continued to speak, and said that he knew a man who could help. A priest. Not a type of man Clopin could agree with, not with the bad history between a priest's people and his own, but if he was what Jane needed, then Clopin had no objection. "Well, we could get someone to teleport him here." Clopin decided. "There are so many different kinds of powers in the circus. Teleportation, flight. Hell, I think even Facilier can pull stuff like that. We can't sit around for months to wait for him, Dimitri. If this situation truly is as bad as you say, we need him now."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2014 23:45:56 GMT -5
Dimitri nodded. "That about sums it up," he said with resentment clear in his voice. "That's why I had been hoping she wouldn't be like me, Clopin. As awful as my mistakes were, I... I had a reason. Being the descendant of a demon is't exactly the best life. Not only are we persecuted for something out of our control, we have to spend every waking second of our lives exercising control over our demonic halves, otherwise we succumb to them and basically become demons, ourselves. I didn't want any of that for Jane, I didn't want that for any child, and--"
Dimitri stopped. He'd almost said something he would've regretted. "Clopin, I want you to understand that I'll never regret having Jane. I love her more than life itself. But I'll always regret forcing an innocent child to endure what I've endured. Most of all, I'll regret forcing her to endure worse by trying to prevent the inevitable."
At Clopin's suggestions, he shook his head. "It's a very rigorous ceremony that takes immense preparation due to the heavy strain it puts on the priest that performs it. The last time he Cleansed one of my kind, he slept for nine days straight afterward. I know, because I was there and I took care of him. We're gonna have to be patient no matter how much it sucks."
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