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| 栄 Zaber | Sep 21 2016, 05:52 PM Post #1 |
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Picking up where this thread left off The room was dark as Syeena was dragged into the back room of the infamous casino which was a front to the Mafia like Raven Tail guildhall. Syeena's plans for causing trouble for this guild, mostly out of curiosity and 'good fun' had taken a detour as the guards of the casino, along with another guild member had captured her and took her into a bad place. A dark room, spot light and a single chair she was strapped too. Before entering though she bumped into the door behind her... but was quickly pushed forward by the guards. She was then secured and kept in the seat, being talked down to by a rather large, rough looking man in a suit. Syeena lightly tugged at her restraints, feeling like the lovely assistant in a magic trick. She really was in a tough spot... ... however, she remained calmed and smiled back to her captors in a knowing manner. "Oooh, Bondage." she said in a flirty, mocking tone. "My safe word is Apples." (Funny moment inspired from :P ) Sitting there, Syeena could only assume how this guy would begin as she saw the 'tools of the trade' for torturing. Seeing them though, Syeena kept calm as if they didn't bother her. "You know there are other ways of getting the truth out of someone. A REAL interrogator doesn't need to injure a target," she said, playing to the man's skill in order to avoid physical harm for the time being. Meanwhile... Outside in the casino, Free had returned and HEx the cat saw him coming out of the rear door-- having been thrown out once thanks to Syeena's distraction. Hex had seen Syeena being taken into the back-- and knew she had to get into position to help her. "Darn it... How will I get into there..." Hex mused to herself as she looked around that back wall. Not finding any way to get into that room the direct way, her gaze went up to the ceiling, finding the vents-- and finally one near her wall that also was against the same wall the room Syeena had went into was. A mischievous smile crossed the cat's face as she crawled her way to the closed airvent and proceeded to use her claws to open it. |
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| Fairchild | Sep 22 2016, 03:08 AM Post #2 |
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The interrogator smiled a crooked, yellowed smile. His right eye shining with anticipation, but upon hearing Syeena's criticism, he stopped short. His smile quickly faded, leaving an annoyed scowl in its place. "You know, Ms. Fateweaver... You do have a point. I don't need to bring you any harm to prove I'm a good interrogator." Very quickly, the ugly-faced man smiled at Syeena, stabbing the knife downward with a sickening noise. Julian winced, but Syeena... didn't seem to be harmed. The blade protruded into the arm of the chair, less than an inch away from ripping into Syeena's forearm. He leaned in close to the Grimoire Heart mage's face, flipping up his eyepatch to reveal the empty socket behind. "But one of yours gave me this little beauty mark... So maybe hurting you is just for my benefit today, huh?" He left the knife where it was, instead looking again over the table of his favorite tricks. Soren had always been a fan of this job, and he had personally stocked their little interrogation room to suit his pleasures. Sure, there were plenty of brutalistic measures he could resort to... Plenty of blood he could shed... But for now, he would go with a tried and true method. Simple, yet effective... and requiring very little effort on the torturer's part. Instead of focusing at any task-at-hand, Soren would be able to focus on the one thing he was really interested in... watching a Grimoire mage squirm. "Tell me, Ms. Fateweaver... What are your thoughts on electricity, eh?" "-No. Don't tell me. I prefer to find out in other ways. More fun that way, don't you think?" He slipped a ring onto the index finger of Syeena's right hand, the metal band connected to a wire that ran off, unseen, into the darkness. Then, he produced a small instrument with a rubber handle. It didn't seem to be very intimidating. It featured barely an inch of exposed metal, and no sharp edges to speak of... but like the ring around Syeena's finger, it was attached to a wire which trailed off into the black. Soren pulled a stool up beside Syeena, breathing another blast of rancid breath into her face as he spoke, his tone and posture similar to an old friend, reminiscing about the glory days. "Such a shame you dont' have anything to tell us." he mused, tapping the positively charged rod against Syeena's right shoulder, sending a shock through her entire arm. "And too bad that you're not willing to talk either." he smiled, moving on to the center of her chest. "And really, I'm so sorry that it must come to this," he lied, lightly hovering over her torso. "And I was prepared to be so... Civilized." he grinned wickedly, pressing the electrode against Syeena's left leg, holding fast onto the location as electricity sparked through the Grimoire Heart mage's chest. Soren never intended to listen to her. Even if she'd given up immediately, told him everything he'd been tasked to find, this torture was still going to be on his agenda. He was a man who could hold a grudge, and while Syeena was not directly responsible, she held the same mark as the culprit. And while it wasn't nearly as satisfying as having that man on his docket, for now, Soren was completely satisfied in spending time with the shapely Grimmoire Heart mage. |
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| 栄 Zaber | Sep 24 2016, 05:40 AM Post #3 |
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The interrogator was not exactly sharing Syeena's notion of 'word play'. However it was clear why now as Syeena heard him explain his missing eye. Someone from Grimore heart had been responsible for the loss of it. he clearly was bitter about it. Syeena however just gave a wry smirk at him. "And what? Miss out on your dashing allure with the eyepatch? I think it suits you," she responded coyly. Sadly, his breath was another matter all together. "You're breath on another hand-- you could do without. When was the last time you brushed your teeth?" Syeena said, wiffing a bit at the smell of his breath. Syeena didn't have much more time to talk as the man slipped a ring over her finger-- and was soon electrocuted locally in certain spots. SHe gritted her teeth as she felt the shock race up and down her limb. She cringed. THe shock didn't burn her but still hurt. Then tio her chest... then to her leg-- till finally... "Bhahahahaa! Hahaha!" she burst out in laughter, the electricution of the torture tool tickling her. "Stop it -- Stop it! You're tickling me! Hahaha!" Perhaps it was a bluff or just her honestly laughing, but the electric shocks were not exactly going to make her talk. As it eventually stopped, Syeena calmed down and smirked at the man. "What? A girl can't come to a casino for a good time? A petty man doesn't make good conversation with a lady," she commented, still playing coy. |
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| Fairchild | Sep 27 2016, 04:15 AM Post #4 |
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Soren's hand came quickly, leaving a red mark on Syeena's cheek. Julian winced. He could practically feel the contact, the sound still ringing in his ears. "You little bitch." he spat, "Alright, we started nice and easy for ya, but now, I'm done playin' nice." "Crow, wheel out the tank." Julian hesitated. He really didn't like this. He didn't even want to be here, but Mago had made sure he stayed. Maybe he realized that this was going to be as punishing for Julian as it was for Syeena. After all, part of the reason she was in that chair was because of what Julian had told her, wasn't it? Mago had warned him, told him that he was going too far: being too flippant. And now, Syeena was paying the price for it. Sure, she may have intended to start trouble of her own, but if she'd just been an unruly customer, she'd likely have been kicked out, maybe even banned... but she made it clear. She knew the BlaCKBird Casino was Raven Tail's headquarters, and that information could only come from a member. "NOW!" Julian moved quickly, spurred to action by Soren's quickly growing rage. For a brief time, another light illuminated the far corner of the room, revealing a waist-high box on wheels which Julian slowly began to advance towards Syeena's seat. As it moved, the trio could hear the water sloshing about within. Soren unfastened the bolts which held the back legs in place; from there. ot didn't take much imagination what would come next. With the tank in place, a small round semicircle cut haphazardously into one wall, Soren slowly tipped the seat backwards, the hinges gliding smoothly as Syeena found herself staring into the harsh light overhead, the back of her head submerged in the ice-cold water. Soren gave another harsh, crooked smile. "You may be tough enough to resist some shockings," he wheezed, "but unless you can breathe water, this one's gonna hurt, darlin'." No sooner had he finished his sentence did he push down on Syeena's forehead, leaving her nose half-submerged in the icy water. Gravity was doing its best to make sure that Syeena's lungs would only take in water, save for a few errant bubbles of oxygen that just happened to luck their way into her lungs. He released her for a moment, scarcely enough to draw a single ragged breath before forcing her head under once more. She was drowning, yet she could feel the air tickling the tip of her nose. Soren could think of a few more gruesome tortures... and more than a few more deadly ones, but for now, his bosses weren't keen on finishing her off... just sending a message. Soren was more than happy, though, to keep this going for as long as he was able. And besides... they never said she had to go home in one piece, did they? Their only stipulation was that she had to be alive and uncrippled. There was plenty more fun they could have, given that those were the only stipulation. Edited by Fairchild, Oct 2 2016, 06:13 PM.
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| 栄 Zaber | Sep 29 2016, 08:49 PM Post #5 |
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The smack was clear and hard around her face-- but she held firm as she took the beating. She kept quiet to that-- but in truth, she endured worse. One of her training-- though it was only once, was she had to endure some... torture of her own as a member of the Umbra Witches. It was not with the same intent but a little pain to envoke one's magic by going through the same tortures witches had in the past-- to learn from the past of others. Naturally, this was of different intent. As Julian silently wheeled over the tank of water, Syeena didn't hesitate to wink at him. "Hmm... didn't take you to be into THIS kind of fun, sweetie," she said, trying to still keep a flirtatious banter with Julian. At least HE wasn't the one delivering the harsh treatment. Just as Syeena was about to talk back to the interrogator-- she was dunked into the water. The burn of the stinging ice water was a bitch in her throat! The longer it went on, the more she felt the ice feeling like fire in her throat. Even with the tiny grasp of air she got from the angle and method-- it was a pain that was causing Syeena's body to scream in pain. When he finally stopped, long enough for her to give an answer to any question he gave-- her answer came after her coughing. Finally, she spat some water right into the man's face, in insult. "Okay, so you washed my hair. A bit of rough treatment for a salon, buddy. Now you going to cut my hair?" she teased, trying to further annoy the interrogator. "You wanna know why I came here...? There was a time... I actually wanted to join your guild, though now you all come off as a bunch of pompous apes in comparison to what you used to be." She coughed after a bit. While all of this was going on, Hex was already moving into position. The little cat was crawling through the air duct that ran from the casino to the actual guild hall of Raven Tail. The little cat crawled with both her front and rear paws, her hat bunched up and bent back as she tried to move through the small, narrow passage that ran along the wall and up the ceiling. "The things I do for Syeena... she owes me a saucer of milk and gummy-mice when this is all over," the cat said to herself as she crawled, keeping sure her hat kept out of her eyes as she crawled forward. She knew it had to be done as Syeena was going to be in a tight spot now. This as now how it was suppose to happen for her to be 'invited'. Now Hex had to be ready to get her out. "Why am I the only one who has to crawl into a cramp space on her stomach. My fur is gonna be messed up for days..." "I think you look fine," a voice spoke. "Thanks, I--!" Hex stopped as she was near a 'corner' of the air duck-- to end up looking into the face of Free! The muscular, handsome man with the magic left eye now was looking at her, just as tight and fitted into the air duck with Hex. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE--!?" Hex shouted, furious to see Free of all people inside the Air duct. |
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| Fairchild | Oct 2 2016, 12:41 AM Post #6 |
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"Okay, so you washed my hair. A bit of rough treatment for a salon, buddy. Now you going to cut my hair?" "You little... BITCH!" He punctuated his sentence by pushing her mouth and nose under the water again, obviously very upset that he wasn't being taken seriously. This time, though, the Grimoire Heart mage was only under the water for a moment, meant to be less an act of torture and more a surprise attack. Syeena didn't seem very phased by his sudden outburst, but still decided to share her reasons for being here. "You wanna know why I came here...? There was a time... I actually wanted to join your guild, though now you all come off as a bunch of pompous apes in comparison to what you used to be." She coughed after a bit, likely due to a bit of water sloshing around her lungs. Her words struck Julian pretty hard. He had always seen the Ravens as more than just a guild of thieves and murderers. They weren't a mercenary guild, nor a band of assassins. They had class. Style. They were above... this. At least, they had been. Julian still felt like he was, at least, until he remembered the man he'd so rudely ejected from the Black Bird Casino, and the small burn hole which had melted his eyebrow hair. It wasn't in quite the same vein as the types of torture that Soren used to occupy himself, but it was definitely a gateway, wasn't it? Was this how Soren had started, before he turned into... this? Meanwhile, Soren's patience had worn thin. He was sick of waiting, sick of being taken for a trifling fool. Instead, he decided to show exactly how serious he was. He pulled the knife from its resting place near Syeena's forearm with considerable effort, the blade having been buried over an inch into the wooden armrest. Julian was snapped away from his thoughts with barely enough time to act as Soren attempted to avenge his eye on Syeena's. He caught the large man's arm as he drew back, having to hold it in place with both hands. "No, Soren. We... we're betta' than this." he reasoned, "Save yer revenge fer tha man who took yer eye, don't take it out on 'er." Julian's plea was met with a growl and a backhanded smack which sent Julian barreling through the air. He smashed roughly into Soren's workshop, various implements of torture, ranging from common household tools to carefully crafted devices meant to peel off fingernails one at a time clattered to the ground in equal measure. Shortly thereafter, a blond thief followed them, his head bouncing off the concrete flooring. He tried to pick himself up as Soren turned his attentions back to the Grimoire Heart mage. "Can't take revenge from the long dead, Rousseau. Ms. Fateweaver will have to be my stand-in. I'm sure she won't mind." His blade cut a path towards Syeena's face, looking to fill her orbital lobe with blood and steel. Edited by Fairchild, Oct 2 2016, 06:12 PM.
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| 栄 Zaber | Oct 3 2016, 12:18 AM Post #7 |
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Syeena was prepared for another dunk and possibly a punch or kick to her stomach. She clenched her fists unconsciously for the incoming pain-- to see the younger gentlemen Julian step up and actually stop him. He actually tried to stop the senseless torture to actually appeal to common sense. Syeena however betrayed a genuine look of surprise to find a Raven Tail mage who actually wanted to be somewhat merciful-- not a gangster, mafia attitude that Syeena had been informed about. "Well, one of you is actually a gentlemen. There might be some hope for your guild, after all," Syeena replied a smile on her lips. Of course it was silenced upon Soren's physical hit to Julian. If this was how Raven Tail treated its own members, Syeena had chosen right to not join. Even if Grimore Heart had its flaws-- the fates were kind for her to have changed to something else. Syeena just glared at soren's rough treatment with disapproval. She was prepared for whatever pain he was going to do with her and just glared at him in silent challenge, her green eyes sharp as daggers. Sharp as the same incoming dagger towards her... In the air duct just above... Free and Hex were face to face, crammed in the air duct. The larger human size man was crammed in tight. "I came here to save the damsel in distress," Free said with stupid pride, causing the cat's fur to stand on edge in anger. "You crazy stalker!!" Hex meowed aloud, pointing a claw at him. "Get the hell out of here! You're ruining the plan!!" Free was about to move-- but his arms were too wedged in as he spent so much time trying to push forward. "Uh... funny story..." he said, not needing to say more as Hex saw the werewolf was stuck. "Think you can give me a push?" "Oooohh... I'll push you alright," Hex purred darkly, flexing her clawed-glove paw. THUMP! WAM! YOUCH!! TUMBLE-TUMBLE--BANG!! The air duct system suddenly went alive with the sound of movements, yelps and shouts. The banging could be seen in the ceiling and along the path of where the air duct ran. "OW! HEY! Watch the eye, pussy cat!!" "Let go of my ear, you pervy werewolf!! MREOW!!" And now, as the banging and rampat motion and sounds moved along-- they were directly above where Syeena, Julian and Soren were now. The air vent on the ceiling was directly above Soren, rattling wildly. "Hey-hey!! Watch your foot!" "What are you--- WHAAA!!" The rattling of the air vent suddenly came flying open, along with two falling objects coming down right on top of Soren. THUD!! Syeena blinked at the rather unusual timing as she saw Hex and Free practically drop out of the sky, preventing him from attacking her again. Free landed on Soren, being the heaviest and Hex was on her back on top of him, a dizzy look on her face. Her hat was on the ground, fallen off her head. Both groaned as they fell from the ceiling, though possibly relieved to get out of a cramped space like that. "Ugh... i hate dogs..." Hex meowed, then shook her head, seeing an upside down Syeena from her point of view, tied in the chair. "Hey! There you are!" The surprise look on Syeena's face turned to a sigh as she looked at both Hex and Free on top of Soren. "Guys... what are you doing here?" Syeena said, sounding embarrassed to see them. Shaking his head, Free looked at Syeena, seeing her tied up but with her angry at them. "Um... we came to rescue you," the werewolf said. After taking a better look at the torture gear and how calm she was, Free begain to put two and two together-- only to get the totally wrong answer. "Oooh I see.. So your into THAT kind of play, huh?" Another sigh escaped Syeena at the pervy werewolf. It was also followed by Hex giving him a dirty look, and a wack of her tail right to his head, her tail ring adding a sting to his head. The situation was a lot different than it looked like. "You two... I'm working," Syeena said, shaking her head in disappointment. At this point of course, Soren would not be pleased with having a large man and a cat on top of him, along with Syeena's smug talk. "I'm in the middle of an interrogation. If I keep up with all this, this guy may actually start crying." Free blinked by this, but couldn't resist the urge to smirk. "That would work for me." he said. The clear look of insult that would follow on Soren's face was only responded by a look from Syeena that pretty much said "who are you kidding? You were putty in my hands'. Leaning back to look at Free and Hex, Syeena worked out a smile. "Free, Hex-- could you be lambs and come back in about... five minutes? I'll be done by then." That would only add insult to injury to Soren's pride as Syeena pretty much been bluffing the whole interrogation thing. Needless to say, with Free and Hex's cover now blown, the situation was now growing hotter. The time for playing was over and now Syeena would have to get serious. There wad no way Soren was going to let them get away naturally, so it was soon time for her to pounce. Edited by Zaber, Oct 3 2016, 11:18 PM.
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| Fairchild | Oct 6 2016, 02:54 AM Post #8 |
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"You again!?" Julian remarked of Free, before turning to face Syeena "So 'e really is a friend o' yers?" A low growl escaped from Soren's lips as he picked himself up from the floor, his muscles bulging and pulsating, his shirt being torn to ribbons as his buff technique increased his power exponentially. He sent a massive fist to connect with Free's face, his left leg sweeping after Hex as soon as he'd regained his footing. He was sick of the interruptions. Sick of the disrespect. Sick of the lack of fear! He was not going to be made a fool of any longer! He would rip them all in two! Since Torture seemed useless against these masochists, he would just bring them death! The attempted escape was more than enough reason for Soren to claim he had no choice in the matter. They came here to kill him, obviously, he would tell them... He was only defending himself when he crushed their skulls in. "You FUCKING little INGRATES! Damn Grimoire Heart SCUM!" He lifted the chair Syeena was strapped to into the air, the metal hinges snapping out of the floor as easily as if they had been made of paper. Unceremoniously, he dropped entire thing into the tank of water, Syeena going in head-first. If she didn't escape soon, she'd likely drown in the tank. Now, Soren was very protective of the tank, taking pains to make sure the interlopers didn't get close to it. Syeena was on her own, a flurry of punches and kicks doing their best to make sure that the pair of them stayed away. Even if they managed to get past him, they'd need to have enough strength, skill or speed to free Syeena before Soren turned around and backhanded them into a wall. Seeing as how any attempts at freeing Syeena would leave them as a sitting duck, that option didn't seem likely. Julian was standing resolute, not sure, exactly who he should side with. On one hand, Syeena and her friends were undeserving of Soren's wrath. On the other, Soren was one of Julian's superiors. If it got back to upper management that Julian had aided in a prisoner's escape, it wouldn't go well for him... but he couldn't let Soren kill them all either. His eyes flashed bright purple, his hair growing wispy and white. His face became sunken and dessicated as his fingernails grew sharp and deadly. Several fist-shaped holes appeared from Void Dimension, wrapping living chains around Julian's body, snaking around him, moving as if they were alive. "Soren! You've gone too far!" he reasoned, "Tha Ravens ain't gotta beef wit' GH... You could start a war!" "A WAR???" he laughed heartily, "What BETTER WAY to lure more Hearts to my blade!?" Soren's stats |
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| 栄 Zaber | Oct 6 2016, 05:23 AM Post #9 |
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(OOC: Now the fun begins) The punch from Soren was indeed a powerful one as it socked Free right in the jaw and sent him flying into a nearby wall. The crunch of the impact made him crumble to the ground. It was then that he decided to do something drastic. Syeena struggled in the chair as it was lifted up, like a magician trying to do an escape trick. It was then the chair was thrown into the large vat of water, attempting to drown her. Hex let out a cat-like shriek of anger as the feline charged, trying to get to Syeena. As Soren attempted to try and hit the cat, the cat changed course-- trying to evade the attack as best as she could. "Mreow! Don't you know its bad luck to hit a black cat!?" Hex complained in mid dodge, trying to weave around his attacks. Julian's shout was well heard as Hex fled from the attacks, Free was up against the floor from the attack--- --- and the sudden sound of clapping. It was a subtle, soft clap , along with the small drip of water on the ground from wet hair. Behind all of them, they would hear her. "You ravens fly so high and yet you act like scavangers. Oh how the mighty have fallen," Syeena's voice mocked Soren. "At least some of you maintain a sense of class." Surprising them all, Syeena had appeared behind them. Aside the dripping of her wet, long black hair, she was otherwise okay and had not even gotten wet. Should Soren turn around to see the tank-- he would see that the woman was completely gone from the chair, the bindings not even broken. A happy meow escaped Hex as she saw her friend escape from the chair. "Hey! You had a way out this whole time, didn't you?" the cat retorted, both relieved and annoyed how frightened Syeena made her. It was that time Syeena reached behind her to the wall she was leaning against, near the doorway. With a flick of her arm, she pulled something free. "Well, Hex, as I was trying to tell our class-challenged friend here--" It was then she revealed a card, showing the Tarot image of The Magician. The card to allow her to teleport. "A real magician always has a trick up her sleeve." Before the start of the interrogation.... As Syeena had been dragged into the room, she had bumped into the doorframe of the room, stumbling back as if trying to get away. All she had done was bump into the wall... ... but in that single moment, she left something there. Stuck to the wall like a sticker, she left her card there, out of sight of Soren and Julian. The hint of a smirk was on her face then, as she already had made her escape plan before the torture even began.... Showing the card to them, she swiftly tossed it into the air. With a shimmer of light, the card vanished-- back to her personal space via requipt. At this time also, Free let out a groan. The impact from Soren would of killed any other man. "Ow... jeez, that hurt like a son-of-a-bitch..." He groaned, slowly getting back up, his neck was slightly tilted, landing on it bad as he rolled his shoulders. Finally he reached up and gently gave it a light push, re-straightening his neck as if to get out a kink. A sigh escaped from him as he turned around, rubbing his neck where he hurt it. "Nice punch, pal. Would of killed anyone else... lucky for me..." Free then smirked, glaring at Soren with his 'magic' left eye. "...I'm Immortal." Hex sighed, shaking her head-- not impressed. "Show off..." the cat meowed. Despite Soren's efforts, these people were far more capable among Grimore Heart. If anything, the man should be careful how he proceeded, and not so driven by rage. Syeena grinned, both a sexy, almost seductive grin but one of challenge to Julian -- more specifically Soren. "So you want a war, hm?" she said, and another card came fluttering down before her. With a graceful swish of her hand, she grabbed it between two of her fingers. "I believe in war-terms, this is called a reversal of fortune..." With that, she threw the card forward! The strength of the throw was considerable, aimed at Soren! It was no mere playing card, but the card itself was metallic-- sharp on the edges like a throwing knife! Made of B class material, it was likely to cause some damage with her strength given. However, the real surprise is when it hit-- or if Soren caught it. Upon seeing it, the symbol on the card was called The Emperor. Once it stopped at Soren's position, a spark of ignition could be seen on the card's edges, along with the glow of flames start to appear upon the card. An explosive! Kaboom!! The erupted fire attack of the Emperor card would no doubt surprise them! While it was not aimed to do lethal damage against Soren or Julian, it would sting enough to be so close to the blast and cause plenty of chaos. And so the games began for Syeena as she gambled her luck against the Ravens of Raven Tail. Syeena Stats:
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| Fairchild | Oct 8 2016, 02:13 AM Post #10 |
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Soren whipped around towards the tank in surprise, finding that it wasn't just some cheap trick, but that Syeena had actually escaped from her confines. How she did it, Soren didn't care. He figured that it was likely magic, annoyed that the guild enchanter hadn't had time to visit "The Room" to magic-proof the chair. After he dealt with these Grimoire Heart scum, he would have a word with Scharlotte King. He whipped back to Syeena just in time to see the card flying towards his face. He grinned, seemingly waiting for the last moment before acting. Soren grabbed the weapon out of the air, confidently grinning until he saw the blood dripping from between his fingers. He didn't have long to react before the card exploded, embedded a third of the way into his hand. A small chunk was removed from his hand in the explosion, causing Soren to recoil first in pain, then in anger. While the small blade wasn't much, it was weighted well, and with it, Soren responded in kind, sending the small blade to meet Syeena in her midsection. He wasn't ready to end it there, though, following quickly after his blade. Julian used his Binding Chains to try and slow him down, but almost as soon as they wrapped around his arms, Soren snapped the chains causing them to float away on the wind like dispersing cinders. Soren quickly changed targets, instead headed for Julian, a look of anger and betrayal plastered across his face. "YOU LOWLY WORM!" he bellowed, "NEVER GET IN MY WAY!" The punch to Julian's gut immediately had him coughing up blood, but getting him so close had it's advantages. Julian clenched his fist, electricity arcing through his gauntlet before he brought it down on Soren's massive, fleshy neck. Soren staggered back a moment, out of surprise more than anything else. He loomed over Julian, as if daring him to make another move. After Julian proved either unwilling or unable to act against him, Soren turned his attentions to the Grimoire Heart mages. "Right." he cracked his knuckles, "Let's finish what we-" A lacryma blast smashed Soren in the back of the head, cutting off his sentence. Soren clutched at the back of his bleeding skull before turning to see what had happened. He found Julian, clearly weak, yet still defiant, Hel's Silver Snapper still leveled at Soren's big ugly face. There was blood spattered around his mouth, and some smeared over his face. The near-skeletal visage of The Sealed One was replaced with Julian's normal appearance. "Aww... Sorry guv, you Sore wif me now?" It was clear that Julian had very little in reserve at this point, his pistol falling out of his hands almost as soon as he had taunted Soren. The pathetic display was, perhaps, why Soren turned his attention to Syeena once more, rather than finishing off his guildmate. Edited by Fairchild, Oct 10 2016, 01:35 AM.
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