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| A Nightmare to Remember; [Open] | |
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| Topic Started: Wed Jan 6, 2010 6:27 pm (315 Views) | |
| Sergei Virendra | Wed Jan 6, 2010 6:27 pm Post #1 |
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"Alriiight!" The booted foot came crashing down on the gruff looking man laying in the dirt - a snapping sound of a bone breaking was heard, the man yelling in pain at the sudden crashing weight on him, knocking the air out of his lungs. Sergei let out a muffled laugh into his hand, the single red eye looking down at the man who was beaten. Though mainly through magic, the sorcerer didn't use physical strength, it was his one main weakness. "Now, this is why you don't bug me when I'm trying to get a little shut-eye. I had warned you. Told you to go away if you knew what was good for you." He said, sighing dramatically. "But no, of course not. Instead of heeding my warning, you come around like you own the place, and take things that don't belong to you." With one hand he held his staff that had strange runes etched into it. Power emitted from the staff. Although it doesn't work well with his magic, it was still a fun little toy he had searched for. He put one of the staffs ends to the bandits throat, and pushed lightly. "You were so foolish. And now your life is in my hands." Sergei said. "If you had let me sleep this wouldn't have happened, you know? I would have been in a much better mood and might have let you lived. Well, if you call being my little test subject living." He looked thoughtful as he ran his hand halfway through his hair before scratching his head, as if he really were considering something. But whatever thoughts that might have been running through his head were gone in a flash when he heard the man groan underneath his foot, as the man grabbed his leg, as if in a attempt to get away from Sergei. Annoyance flashed through that one red eye, that single emotion seeming to stun the man with fear, making him freeze up. He couldn't hold that emotion anymore though before he laughed, it almost seemed cheery, but Sergei's laugh cut short pressed his finger over the button on the staff that would release the blades. Pressing it softly with a pale hand, a splurt of blood was thrown into the air as the blade had punctured the gruff mans throat. It didn't instantly kill him though, barely missing the important lungs, but it wouldn't be long before they started to fill up with blood and the pain would be unbearable. Smiling, Sergei removed the bladed staff from the other mans throat, wiping the blade on the mans clothing, before turning the weapon back into a "ordinary" wizards staff. "Now, how to get out of this maze." He pondered, picking up his spellbook that had a dark cover and locked clasp to keep unwanted eyes off its pages, and heading off into the ruins more. Not that he was lost, he was just, well, lost, unable to remember which direction he had come from. He blamed the bandit who tried to steal from him, for mixing up his sense of direction. He passed many tall broken down buildings, but no interest really showed in his eye, and instead of thinking of how to get out of these ruins, he wondered how long it would take for the blood to drown that man he left several feet behind him, that length increasing with every step Sergei took going forward. |
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| Danica Swane | Sat Jan 9, 2010 9:49 pm Post #2 |
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Her foot pressed lightly against the stone of an archway. She dashed along it like the wind and jumped from the end of the arch across to a crumbling old pillar. She balanced neatly on the top and squatted down to look around her. This was really more for practice than anything and no one ever came out to the ruins unless they were lost or doing something less than legal. She brushed her blonde bangs out of the way of her red eyes. They drank in the surroundings around her before she pushed herself off the pillar and landed on a broken down piece of wall. That’s when she heard the voices. Danica slowed her pace and crept along the wall until her reached the voices. A couple more jumps brought her around to where she had a clear view of what was going on. She ducked down, clearly having missed pieces of the conversation. She cocked her head to the side to hear better. The exchange didn’t go on for much longer and when the man finally moved away Danica jumped down next to the invalid. “Shh…” She pressed her finger to her lips and touched his wound lightly. “There’s no way I can fix this,” She whispered to him. “The best I can do is end the pain,” The man seemed to consider it for a second and Danica reached back and pulled out a dagger she kept with her. The man’s eyes widened but he seemed to know that either way this was his end. Danica nodded and gave him a little smile before she covered his mouth with one hand and plunged the dagger into his chest. It punctured his heart. After one convulsion he stilled and Danica rose, pulling out a cloth to wipe her dragger. She pulled herself back up onto the ruins and followed the man who had done this. She found him not too far away wandering slowly. She jumped a little ahead of him and dropped down in front of the man. She crossed her arms and stared at him. “I killed your little test subject.” |
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| Sergei Virendra | Sat Jan 9, 2010 11:40 pm Post #3 |
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"How the Hell did I get in here?! Dammit... I really have no sense of direction, despite my intelligence. This is a bit pathetic, isn't it?" He spoke to himself, sighing. He remembered he didn't have a brother with him to talk to. Though its been years, it was still hard to get used too, but that was why he was here. He was here to get that brother back. He stopped, when he heard footsteps, and then a woman drop down in front of him. She was definitely cute, though. He pouted when he heard she killed the test subject. Though he didn't really experiment on the other, except for a couple of spells. But it was right pity, the man didn't get to drown in his own blood, a miserable death indeed, but this pesky little brat interfered and killed the man. She had no sense of fun. "That's no fun at all. You should have let him drown in his own blood." Sergei said, smiling, looking friendly even, despite the menacing look in his single red eye. "So, who gave you permission to kill him, huh? I know I didn't. But I guess even then I wouldn't be able to see how long it would have taken him to choke..." He sighed. "Now I'm already frustrated. I blame you." And with that he glared at Danica, as if it truly were all her fault. |
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| Danica Swane | Sun Jan 10, 2010 4:26 am Post #4 |
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The blade of grass waved lightly in the wind. It was light green with darker green streaks through it. Danica’s boot crushed it as she stepped forward and crossed her hands over her chest. She tilted her head to one side and then the other studying the man standing in front of her. He looked very familiar and it seemed like it was at the tip of her tongue or the front of her mind but kept darting away like an elusive fish, just slippery enough to get past her fingers. She tried to ignore it for now and focused on what he was saying. “And who gave you permission to torture him? I highly doubt human trafficking became legal for the few moments you were over there with him.” Danica rolled her eyes at his glare. “What are you a child?” She opened her mouth to say more but closed it when it finally hit her. Who he reminded her of. Actually she had only seen him once or twice and even that was at a distance. She had seen him close up once and this seemed like him. She raised a finger and pointed it at him. “Aren’t you Nikkolai, the famous healer? What are you doing killing people?” A look of disgust ran across Danica’s face. |
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| Sergei Virendra | Sun Jan 10, 2010 7:37 pm Post #5 |
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"He was asking for it." Sergei said stubbornly. Who needed permission to torture? And it wasn't like anyone would know, well, except for this girl. He should just kill her too, but he needed room, since he wasn't a melee fighter, he only had magic. Well, he did have his staff, but that wasn't meant for fighting much. Him? A child? How dare she say that! but he didn't respond to that. And then she said something he had least expected to hear. His brothers name was spoken. Nikkolai. The famous healer. A healer. His fingers curled around his staff in a tight grip, his red eye narrowing. So this girl knew of his brother. Then her face showed disgust as she questioned why he was killing people. Sergei grinned, laughing maliciously. "You caught me. I am Nikkolai. Aren't you a smart little girl." He laughed softly, leaning against his wizards staff. "Acting like the perfect person, helping others, its annoying. I need some way to relieve the stress of playing good." He smirked. "But you caught me. I can't let you go now. It'd be bad if my dark secret gets out." Just as fingers pressed over the small hidden button on the staff, and sharp blades came snapping out of both ends. "It'd be nice if you don't fight back, I need to get going back to Cascadia." |
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| Danica Swane | Sun Jan 10, 2010 11:01 pm Post #6 |
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Danica rose herself up to her full height, which was only an inch below six feet, and looked down at the man in front of her. “I’m not ‘little’,” If there was one thing she hated most it was people assuming she was “little”, “shorty”, or any of those belittling and condescending names just because she was a woman. She looked down on him and her eyes had gone just a slight bit harder than they had been before. She rolled her eyes at his words. “And here I thought most {Blank} people were too passive for murder.” But it was clear that she was bothered by his words. Her nose wrinkled up like smelling something unpleasant and her hand fluttered briefly to her dagger and then back again. “Oh wipe that ugly smirk off your face.” Danica retorted at him. “You look stupid with it,” She smiled at the blades that had come out of his staff. "Now who on earth would I tell that would believe me unless I dragged them down here to see for themselves. Maybe your husband…” Danica snapped her fingers trying to remember what that guy’s name was. “S… S… S-something. Set or Seth or whatever. But I doubt even he’d believe me,” Danica smiled and shrugged. “See no reason to kill me,” She stepped off the path and held out her arm pointing the way to Cascadia, or at least down the path that Sergei was headed down. “Bon voyage…. That is if you know where you’re going. Oh but of course you do.” She said with a wink. "You shouldn't talk to yourself so loud," She smiled and waved at him and placed her hands on her hips waiting. |
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| Sergei Virendra | Mon Jan 11, 2010 3:54 am Post #7 |
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Ah... She wasn't little at all... She was tall, taller then him alright. He hated people who were taller then him, and that was most people, or men mainly. But still, he hated the way they all looked down on him, as if he were the little one. This was annoying him! Sergei frowned as he looked at the woman. Oh, and now she was making fun of him for being that, even though he was straight, but no, she was speaking about his brother, who was like that. Wait, that means she was making fun of his brother. He didn't like it either, but he couldn't stand to have someone else make fun of his brother, even if he was like a fluffball now instead of a killer. He glared at the girl, wanting to hurt her. He could cast a spell, but he didn't have that many offensive spells. "Seth..." That's right. The husband to his brother. That man that he blamed for the big change in Nikkolai. "No reason? Hell, at this moment I'd just want to kill you for the fun of it, dearie." He laughed softly. But then she told him the way back to Cascadia. He hesitated. He did want to go to Cascadia, and quickly too. Maybe it would be better to go and not get into a fight. The sooner he got there the better. He pressed another hidden button on the staff and the blades retracted. "Hm, fine. I'll let you live today, I suppose. Aren't you lucky." He said, smiling. Then without saying anything else, though wary of the other, he walked by heading in the direction she pointed, already taking in thought that she could be lying, but any way was better then none at the moment. |
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