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Pluto Milas

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by LeBeau, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Pluto Milas's Story

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Pluto's guitar hung over his abdomen with a hand on the neck and a palm against the pick guard. His fingers grazed each string as he began a shallow melody with the base of his palm.The brim of his hat casting that familiar shadow across his features, his expression benighted.

He bit at his bottom lip, seemingly searching for a song. He eyed the counter, perhaps considering a short respite. The idea quickly withered away. What was the effect of alcohol compared to taste of a soul.

He looked to each patron hungrily. Perhaps if the the hat hadn't shrouded his expression, it would alert the others to some semblance of danger.


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Pluto strolled across the bar, the familiar shadow off the brim of his hat ever constant. His palm continued to bounce off the base of his guitar, his fingers teasing the strings idly. A guitar pick fit loosely between his third and fourth finger. His vision made its way to Jade as she exited the bar. He bit his bottom lip, fighting the temptation to follow her out.

Such a delicious soul, it's smell entranced him.

His tongue traced the insides of his lips. Perhaps a later day, there were plenty here for him to reap. She'd not leave his memory, that was sure.

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Pluto's plucked a string from his worn guitar, causing a singular beat. Again, once more, than another, and a melody was born. His lips formed into words, laying beneath his breath. For now the words were for his benefit, not anyone else's. He'd yet to select another target anyways. His hunger was growing regardless and eventually he'd have to.

Pluto rose one shoulder to his ear, scratching at it idly. It seemed as if dozens of voices hung over his head, loud and overbearing. Something about Ducks or Mobys, animorphs? He couldnt quite put his finger to it. He shook his head lightly, hoping to silence the voices.

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Then it was over. A short respite that seemed rather mediocre in the context of things. Nothing more than a moment of rest, calm, in a lifetime of turmoil. Regardless, who was Pluto to speak? He was a product of his own decisions.

He rose a finger, tipping he brim of his hat away from his face. He dismissed the shadow cast across his features. He had laid there, extended across the booth. His guitar balanced against his chest. With a yawn and a coo, he sat up and gazed across the bar. Eying the watch atop his wrist, he tapped his fingernail against the worn bronze dial. It was late and he'd yet to reap a single soul. He felt the weakness settling in, like a child who hadn't eaten for days.

He settled his guitar atop the table, teasing the strings for a moment. He pinched it finally, plucking and giving way to a solemn note. He gazed across the bar lazily. His grogginess being the only veil to his hunger. It didn't take long to reach a realization. The bar a bit desolate for his taste and the few inhabitants seemed to have gotten into a fight of sorts. He was much too lazy to reap a rapidly moving target today.

He made for the door, dragging his guitar behind him by the neck. He tipped his hat to the bartender before enveloping himself in the darkness that had settled outside.

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Pluto guided the neck of his guitar against the door. He sauntered through the small opening as his eyes flicked from patron to patron. He bit at his bottom lip, his hunger clearly evident. He had rounded it off with a few stragglers in Wing City yet it did little to curb his lust. The bar was crowded, attention drawn to a pompous woman strewn across a thrown-

Perfect

These were the conditions that Pluto craved for so. No one would pay too much attention to a traveling musician and the crowds allowed for a semblance of camouflage. His hand traversed the neck of his guitar, the other teasing the copper strings. A pick hung between his fingers, his palm bouncing against the pearl white pick guard. Quinn's soul seemed like a viable target, Lysaria and Devegaas' too. This was going to be an interesting day.

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A subtle lean took to Pluto as he watched all three of his potential targets escape the bar. He leaned back with a sigh, his teeth still digging into his bottom lip. His hunger was growing.

Probably tasted like hormones and angst anyways. Especially that Quinn character. Pluto didn't quite like the drama inducing ones. Then again, just more of a reason to ride the world of them.

His eyes flicked towards Lette as he withdrew a firearm. Pluto despised firearms, despised them for reasons known to him alone. He slowly stepped away, subtle movements away from the spotlight.

His lip's parted, low whispers dipping beneath his breath.

♪ Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand ♪

Lette would be his target. Pluto's voice should work to soothe him, curb his aggression and slowly drain his power. He may of felt a tingle, a light pulling sensation. He was preying on Lette's soul and if he didn't evade his reach, he'd be without it.

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Pluto instinctively ducked his head forwards, his tongue dipping across his lips. He bit the air before him before slowly easing himself back into a calm. Dammit, it seemed people were so aware of the conditions of their souls these days.

Once again he gazed across the bar. His previous targets were back, perhaps he try again. He could bare the angst.

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Pluto was much to hungry to notice any abnormalities in the crowd. He was left blind to Quinn's heightened attentiveness. He flicked a hand across his lips, slowly easing it down to the base of his guitar. He brushed across the copper strings, the pick easing between the tips of his fingers. His vision settled on to DeVegaas.

♪ Please allow me to introduce myself ♪

His guitar accompanied him, his victim decided. DeVegaas may of felt a light sensation in his chest, a tightening. He'd attempt to leach a portion of his soul. At this point, only a miniscule amount.

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Normally Pluto would of jumped at the shot, yet DeVegaas was much to enticing for that. His fingers danced across the strings, voice soothing and ever-constant.

♪ I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year. Stole many a man's soul and faith ♪

His victim should of felt the sensation in his chest worsening. Perhaps he'd even feel a bit drowsy. Pluto had barely been grazing the surface of the man's soul.

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The man's show of feigned toughness did little to phase Pluto, he was far too entranced in his victim's taste. Pluto's high was building and the pleasure was evident in his expression. His palm bounced against the pick guard, adding to his devious symphony.

♪ And i was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain ♪

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Pluto whipped the base of his guitar against the glass, not faltering for a moment. He winked towards Quiin as his voice rang out. Quinn had successfully woken Pluto from his trance, he reminded himself not to go too far.

Yet DeVegaas was so delectable-

♪ Made damn sure that pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate. Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name ♪

His bright teeth peeked, his grin giving it way. He felt the power surging through his veins. All the while, a solemn growl would ring out from outside the bar. A few moments passed before the beast sauntered into the bar. It walked on all fours, resembling a wolf of sorts. It seemed close to seven feet long, teeth peeking through its Jaw. It made its way towards Quiin, snapping all the way.

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With a smirk and a wink, Pluto disappeared into the crowd. His voice slowly drifting off, his guitar easing into silence.

The beast rose it's head, allowing Quiin to latch onto his chest instead of his much too sensitive eyes. He attempted to dig his own teeth into the top of his skull.

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Pluto leaned against a far booth, basking in the boys soul. It hung about him. Pluto was in pure ecstasy, indescribable pleasure. His glass bounced against his palm as he brought it to his lips.

The beast shook ferociously, digging it's nails into the ground as it was pulled back towards the wall. It yearned for release, edging himself towards the door. It was only here under Pluto's command. Now that Pluto had no use for him, there was nothing holding it within the confines of the bar.

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♪ Come on baby, don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper ♪

Pluto's voice rang through the bar, his guitar laying easily across his lap. He plucked each string with care and precession as his palm bounced against the guitar.

He surveyed the bar, tongue traversing his lips. He was hungry.

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Pluto gazed up lazily at the newcomer, breathing a sigh of disappointment as the man approached him. He looked back down at his guitar as the pick bounced between his fingers. He bit his lip for a moment as he feigned silent thought.

With a smile and a nod his focus was back on the guitar.

♪ Tell me baby, what's my name. Tell me honey, can yah guess my name ♪

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Pluto rose a brow at the man as he ranted. With a shrug of his shoulders and a devious smile he continued on. He was no novice to threats and Quinn was hardly intimidating. He did seem to have a bit of wrath in him, perhaps Pluto could do something with that. His eyes took to the people around him, his comrades. Picking one of them off would probably do it.

♪ Tell me baby, whats my name. I tell you one time, you're to blame ♪

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He cleared his throat as his fingers pulled against a few more strings. He left a beat or two in it's wake, listening keenly as they drifted into silence. He continued to idly watch the bar, an air of boredom about him. His hunger grew yet only by a hair. He didn't quite need to feed, although it did seem a rather attractive proposition.

His eyes drifted towards Claire as his fingers scaled the strings of his guitar.

♪ Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done ♪

And so it began again. He'd attempt to reach into her soul and pick a peace off for himself. He'd go slow at first, hopefully not to alert her anything was wrong.

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Pluto smiled, winking towards Quinn as he stepped upon his table. He glided his foot across the table top as he cleared it of Debris. He guided the guitar pick against each string, quick and precise. The volume grew as did his voice.

♪ Lay your weary head to rest, don't your cry no more ♪

Claire should of began feeling drowzy, perhaps a loss of energy.

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Pluto looked surprised as the beast was about him. He shifted his foot onto the edge of the table and jumped to the next. His previous platform would whip back towards Quinn.

♪ Once i rose above the noise and confusion, Just to get a glimpse beyond this allusion ♪

He traversed the bar, stepping from table to table. As he made his way towards his target her slowly eased towards her. He let his finger glide across her cheek. Contact with his target would help to expedite the process. By this point she should of began to lose her consciousness all together.

He leaned closer as he sang the words into her ear, doing away with any distortion.

♪ I was soaring ever higher, but i flew too high ♪

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Pluto has been shortening the distance between his mouth and Claire's. Her soul could almost be seen exiting her body, a light grayish trail of smoke exiting her mouth and entering his. At this point she wouldn't recover easily, a few moments more and probably not at all. As his lips were a hair from hers, readying a kiss of death, Pluto was knocked over the counter by Quinn. He rubbed at his temples, awaken from his trance.

He made his way to his feet as he rose his face towards the ceiling. He took a breath, basking in the girls soul. He couldn't finish her today, but it wouldn't be his last attempt.

He'd tasted her soul.

He watched Quinn, considering ending the man. Pluto wasn't afraid of much. Quinn didn't have a gun nor a vile of holy water, there wasnt much to fear in him. The power of Claire's soul still lingered within him-

Yet he'd leave this fight for another day. He tipped his hat to Quinn, flashing his teeth as he made for the door and disappeared within the night.

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Pluto edged his way into the bar, hands rubbing at the sides of his temples. He let his eyes linger on the door as he pulled against the counter cautiously. He ran a hand through his hair as he laid the other against the counter, tracing a pattern within it's grain. He watched the menu idly, pondering a meal. He searched through his pockets to no avail, Pluto was penniless.

He turned his back to the counter and steadied himself atop a stool. His hand dipped within his pocket as it toyed with a bronze switchblade.

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Pluto shuffled in the corner of the bar, resting under a pile of debris ranging from shot glasses to broken plates. He let out a yawn as he adjusted himself, clearing away his 'camouflage' with both arms. His half closed eyes searched the debris for Pluto's guitar. He found it a few steps away, beaten as ever.

He stood, dragging it behind him by its neck. "Interesting night." Pluto's memory was foggy at best.

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Pluto scratched the side of hide head as his attention turned to the music for a moment. He tilted his head to the side, one brow raised. Wasn't doing much for his head ache, that was for sure. With a yawn, he pulled himself atop the counter, sliding across and landing on the other side. He pulled a stool beneath him as he laid his guitar across the counter top.

He pulled at his ears irritably, drowning out the music with his knuckles. "What sort of bastardization of music is this. Sounds like nails on a chalkboard." He spoke beneath his breath, leaning his forehead against the counter.

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Pluto gazed lazily across the bar, eyes surveying it's patrons. They rested upon Zenia, his previous victim. He smiled lightly, giving her a nod and motioning for her to come closer. Her soul didnt have the same appeal it did the previous day, not much for him to reap. That usually happened to those he fed on.

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Pluto leaned back slightly as to gaze up at Claire. She didn't appear weak, not in the slightest, yet it took a rather powerful creature to resist his allure.

"I never did get your name, not even after our encounter the other night."

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