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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/17/2016 7:52:28 PM
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[i]Irina only nodded, as she placed her bloody hand upon the mask's forehead, while she gripped the knife tightly. She hoped that it would work: she respected Ghiaccio quite a lot, especially after the certain events they had gone through.[/i]
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The spikes quickly shot into his head and pierced his skull and brain, activating the vampiric powers within him. He was now 'dead' but 'alive'. Pained screams came from him as the mask did it's work before the spikes exited his brain and skull. It fell off into his lap as he was limp with...no wounds? The once man now turned vampire gave a chuckle as he finally stood up, free from the bonds of his wheelchair!
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[i]Irina only pocketed the bloodied knife within her coat, a thin, almost jolly smile upon her pale face as she merely clapped for Ghiaccio. She was genuinely happy about the restoration of his body, to say the least - and yeah, she'd be ultra cool with letting him live in her and Athena's apartment.[/i]
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His body changed to suit his new abilities, his nails were now long and sharp, perfect to draining a target of blood. He looked more muscular than his usual thin frame, though he wasn't fuсking Fist of the North Star jacked. Ghiaccio opened his eyes and looked at Irina, his vision was much more clearer than it ever was and thus he didn't need the glasses. He took off the red framed glasses and crushed them like one would do with a piece of paper and tossed them on the wheelchair. He picked out the shards of glass that got stuck in his hand, the wounds healed up rather quickly as well. "This...is....perfect." He said, looking down at the wheelchair.
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[i]Irina only stared at Ghiaccio's new dorm triumphantly, as she crossed her arms and stood up straight. His new form actually did somewhat intimidate her, especially the fact that he had almost immediately recover from his crippled state. [/i] [u]So should we test just how far the regeneration can go?[/u] [i]Irina asked this in sign language: she wanted to see how much he could endure.[/i]
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"Yes. However I must note that my head would be a...weak spot should you call it, specifically my brain. If that is destroyed then I cannot regenerate and I will die." He replied, staring at Irina.
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[i]Irina nodded, before suddenly jolting towards Ghiaccio at blinding speeds-[/i] [i]She stopped right in front of him, the blade of the serrated knife shoved right into his solar plexus. By testing him out - she had taken a major risk and stabbed him head-on. She tore the knife out, waiting for the regeneration.[/i]
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Ghiaccio placed a hand over his stomach, specifically the spot he was shanked in. He was breathing heavy with a look of shock on his face, before it turned into a smug smirk. The wound started to close itself again, flesh, muscle and veins reformed itself again, a gruesome sight to most. It was a short minute before he was fully regenerated again, the only evidence being the blood stain on his blouse, which he proceeded to take off.
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[i]Irina merely watched in her own amazement as the wound healed right in front of her eyes - the sight of his regeneration had truly amazed her, although she would not have sacrificed the ability to walk freely in the sunlight for something of it's caliber. For now - she would keep Ghiaccio safe from any UV lights, within her home and outside of the walls she stood within.[/i] [u]So that worked. Should we set up a place for you to live?[/u]
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"Yeah...I obviously can't go outside, though it's not like I wanted skin cancer anyways. So I lose nothing and gain everything." He said, looking around. "...Perhaps it would be okay if I stayed here? I won't even mind anything like a closet, as long I don't get exposed to sunlight I'm good with it."
