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Aug 05, 2013 09:25AM
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"The Dragon Lord," Fredrick acknowledged. "How could Tesir bind you, and could he, possibly, bind all of you, forming an army of your kind?" Greatest weapon, endless possibilities. That used to be his species. But who had made this one?
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Fredrick nodded, frying the ants off of his hands and pulling a potion from a barrel full of them, placing a single drop on his left hand before setting down the container and rubbing his hands together, the burning green fluid healing the stings. He put on his gloves, picked the potion back up, and poured it down Sabine's throat. The cut sealed, all damaged organs were fixed to a point in which they're actually better now than they were before she was cut, and even her blood cells were rapidly replaced."We need to find Darkness."
Sabine only stayed half awake during Fredrick’s interrogation. She only heard certain things - naturally, though; she heard about the fact that Skyra was royalty, and Sebastian’s concern for her (which she will tease him about later) – but still felt very confused. What was happening? What does Fredrick want with them? Why was everything so cold and felt numb? The banshee didn’t know. She was just tired of it all. No longer was she able to fight. All she wanted to do was drift away...Suddenly she felt someone force liquid in her already open mouth. Oh no, she thought as she had no choice but to swallow the foul tasting liquid, it’s poison. It’s most defiantly poison. Well, if it was indeed poison, she would recommend it to any ill man or woman. For she suddenly felt better. Her wound healed completely, and her eyes lit up once more. She blinked a few times, trying to make the black dots clouding her vision disappear. Then; “We need to find Darkness.”
“Why?” she asked. From what she heard, this Darkness guy didn’t sound like a large concern. And more importantly, she thought to herself, is he another wacko who will try to kill us?
"He's in league with Tesir. The dust will wear off in about thirty minutes, and then I can fry the dragons that are suspending you. Would anyone like to develop an immunity to fire ant venom? It'll only take about six months." Fredrick pointed his thumb towards the crate of fire ants, not seeing how anyone could turn that down.
Sebastian, realizing his life wasn't exactly in danger anymore, frowned slightly when Fredrick mentioned the dragons fate.
"Could I perhaps keep the dragons? Rather than have them incinerated, of course." He offered, but then recoiled slightly. "Unless they aren't tamed. Or at least tamed well." Sebastian always fancied supernatural creatures, and down in Hell he had quite a few, though his Hell Hounds were the only ones he brought up. But those mongrels weren't very dog-like, or at least by human standards. Plus they didn't have any really cool attributes, except becoming invisible and being able to tear humans apart bit by bit to drag them into Hell. But dragons were cooler.
"Could I perhaps keep the dragons? Rather than have them incinerated, of course." He offered, but then recoiled slightly. "Unless they aren't tamed. Or at least tamed well." Sebastian always fancied supernatural creatures, and down in Hell he had quite a few, though his Hell Hounds were the only ones he brought up. But those mongrels weren't very dog-like, or at least by human standards. Plus they didn't have any really cool attributes, except becoming invisible and being able to tear humans apart bit by bit to drag them into Hell. But dragons were cooler.
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((He tends to collect the brain dead ones, I like to thing. Also I didn't want to write something really sad, because that's not Sebastian. Plus I want some dragons. O_O))
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"I told you, the golden dust that makes them explode when magic operates too close to them hasn't worn off yet. I let them out of the jar with a mission, that's the problem with these things. One use per dragon, which does not include stopping the mission. Left on their own, those dragons will keep you bound up like that for two thousand years before they finally decay into shreds of negative energy. Once the gold dust wears off, I can incinerate them. Be ready to catch yourself. It might've worn off already, but since all of our lives depend upon that bet, I think we should wait about ten minutes. No reason to rush. I could put some fire ants along your arm, if you want to do something constructive while you're bound up." Fredrick is a very results-based person, believing that moments of achieving nothing are moments wasted, which is their definition, so not a very big leap.
“No thank you,” Sabine said to Fredrick. “Being stabbed was quite enough. And you,” she then turned to Skyra. “Let me make this clear. I will not – I repeat, I will not - call you Princess, Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, or My Lady. I won’t bow, I won’t put my jacket on top of a puddle so your feet don't get wet, and I refuse to act any bit lady-like around you or any member of your court. But I will make the exception on calling you ‘Your Royal Hiney’ on your birthday and at Christmas, just because I'm really generous.” This just clarified that yes, Sabine was perfectly normal again.
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((JEEZ LOUIS! That's a temper.))Sabine recoiled, as if she were burnt. Well, in a way, she was. But she wouldn’t take her friends coldness likely. Skyra was the one who taught her snark, and she took it upon herself to use it. So, she head up her head and said, “Fine, dragon. Although it humours me that you think I wouldn’t knock my own name into yours.”
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Fredrick stepped up to Skyra and threw 20 ants into her face. "Snap out of it and grow some self-control," Fredrick told her. "That's the real lesson here. Take the pain, put it up inside you and learn to restrain your emotions to the point of not accidentally wiping out a medium-sized continent," Fredrick used to have that sort of issue.
((OH MY GOD FREDRICK I JUST LAUGHED OUT LOUD THAT'S GREAT))
Sebastian had an outburst of laughter at Fredrick's actions, before turning to face both his friends. "I agree with him. You're both pretty; now shut up." He said harshly, wiggling in the dragons grips slightly. His skin was rubbed raw on the places they held him from his struggle once Sabine was injured. He blew out a sigh before yawning, trying to swing his feet back and forth but failing.
Sebastian had an outburst of laughter at Fredrick's actions, before turning to face both his friends. "I agree with him. You're both pretty; now shut up." He said harshly, wiggling in the dragons grips slightly. His skin was rubbed raw on the places they held him from his struggle once Sabine was injured. He blew out a sigh before yawning, trying to swing his feet back and forth but failing.
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((The gold dust doesn't make them disengage, it just lets Fredrick turn them into nothing without them blowing up.))
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((Mkay, we'll just say Fredrick fried all the dragons. I'd post it, but it's only one sentence.))
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Sabine couldn't help but give out a snort at her comrades epic fall. She was always the sort to laugh when someone has fallen, then help, and then, on the rare occasion, laugh again. It depended on how funny the actual fall was. She looked at her own dragons and saw them uncoil themselves away from her. Once they did, she landed on the ground on her feet. She quickly went to Skyra's side, asking, "All you all right?" despite how rude she was earlier on. Especially with that one comment; Oh I know it banshee, no need to scream. That hurt in particular.
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Sabine had been perfectly clear that royalty didn't belong here, unless she misinterpreted it... No she had to be right. She felt the anger. She turned and started away, the closest distance to Sebastian.
"Wow. That is the worst perfect plan that I have ever heard," Fredrick has a talent for sarcasm because I happen to hate typing something that doesn't have enough sarcasm in it. "You, the target, the easiest one to turn to Tesir's puppet, go out, alone, against an army of easily possess-able-by-Tesir humans, alone, while three of us go out to defeat Darkness in order to learn the location of Tesir, a mission in which the Possessor and banshee will just get in the way. I have, in the past, thrown Darkness around like a sack of peas. There's no reason to endanger you, no reason to send 3/4ths of us out to do what one of us can, and above all, no reason to take on the Hunters. They're going up against golden dragons, and if what you say is true, they're living weapons. We can let that well enough alone, they're destined to fail."
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"This won't help anyone. This is a needless sacrifice. If it's not, what difference does one soldier make? Our fight is with Tesir, warrior, because he is the one that possessed Supernaturals to kill the Hunters' loved ones and start this whole conflict, and he will just start over if we focus on the Hunters. How do you kill a weed, Drake?" Fredrick closed the mini-abyss that had been their entrance, trapping Skyra until she came to her senses. "You uproot it, and the rest of it dies. You take out its beginning, and the rest shrivels up. Besides, if your race is exterminated, Tesir won't be able to capture any of them."Before she could fly off the handle at this, he added, "which is why he will not let the Hunters find them. He's figured out what you ard, and he want s to take the Queen and control all of you. Bur if he takes you, then he can kill the Queen and same result."
It was a brilliant plan, the kind he himself would have concocted. That's how he was certain that Tesir had the same ideas, because he was hiding in the banshee's mind, hearing everything. Perfect.
Your move, goldie.
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Pushing them out at last, she turned slowly, her features were expressionless. "Is your plan to make us wait here while you go of to defeat this Darkness figure?" She strides toward him, glaring all the wag near his height, for she was fairly tall. There was something in the darkness that made her a attractive figure. Her being seemed to be accented with a gold hue. She truly was a royal.
((Ummm... I'm going to take a wild guess and say that he knew that control over the one who's in charge makes him the big boss.))"Leave that demon in here? His curious fingers would activate the thread of death that would wipe out anyone in a thirty mile radius. No, I'm not letting Tesir's target," he nodded towards Skyra, "or the curious little Possessor, out of my sight. As for the banshee.... Why did you bring her?" he'd never gotten an answer on that purpose thing.
“I’m part alarm clock, part distraction-est – and I tell them when their plans are just plain idiotic,” declared Sabine when nether Skyra and Sebastian didn’t answer the question. “And trust me; what you need is to corner Darkness. If you do, he’ll be less likely to be able to attack. No matter how good you are, one against four is never good odds. The more of us go, the quicker and easier it is to take him down.”
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((Oh, that would very much humour me if Skyra did smack him. But that’s because I’m cruel to characters.))
"Don't touch those, they'll kill you," he told Skyra, "and Darkness can fade away into shadow. There's no cornering him, there's anchoring him. Someone has to stab him with this after I disable him." Fredrick reached into a crate, casually sidestepped a gout of fire that came from the crate, and took out an obsidian knife, which would trap Darkness in physical form as long as Fredrick could keep him from clawing the knife out, so... indefinitely.
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"He regenerates, I'd have to keep hacking off his limbs while someone else stabbed him and held it in. I'm not letting you too close to Tesir's agent, the Possessor or banshee can do it." Fredrick held it hilt-first toward them for either one to take.
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Her mind whirled. What do you have in plan for me then Fredrick? She wasn't sure if the man had the ability to read minds. It was a nice trick to see. Sebastian was well to hide his and he's only a demon.
((Gods, I need to find a way to describe Fredrick with an actor XD Procrastination time!))
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Sebastian had an outburst of laughter at Fredrick's actions, before turning to face both his friends. "I agree with him. You're both pre..."
((I just checked out all of our characters profiles and I got to say, I'm kind of impressed with the way you worked the events that happened into your history so far :D ))
"No. And the easiest way to stop Tesir's plans remains killing you, so I wouldn't go off with a deathwish trying to get me to change my mind. Decision made. Get out of the way or the train will run over you."Not yet. Not time to set out the bait just yet. Goldie's not ready to believe it'll be that easy. Have to make him believe that I think he's beaten.
((TRAIN??))Sabine sighed and took the hilt of the knife Fredrick held out. It was heavier then expected, but she could manage. "Will you stop fighting?" she said, her eyes bouncing between Fredrick and Skyra. "It's getting us nowhere. We need to do this now. So, if it's a bother to any of you; stop arguing and get a move on."
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Skyra held her hands up to Sabine, a sign she would stop. She started toward them, getting out of the trains way like Fredrick said but there was something bout the way he was staring at her like he had dark plans in mind. Did he not think she would catch this look of his? She felt conflicted inside about her own motives, her mind tired.
Glancing at Sebastian, she smirked, "Why so silent Bast?
Taunting him made her feel a bit better. Hey, she said she wouldn't argue with Fredrick, not stop baiting Sebastian.
The mini-abyss reopened and Fredrick led them out of it, cautioning them to stay a fair bit behind him. Darkness was after him, and he was using himself as bait. "Stay a fair bit behind me, the demon will scream in pain and that will be your signal to keep up."
Sabine looked at the knife in her hands. She didn’t want to kill anybody, but what choice did any of them have? She looked up at Skyra, glade to see she was more like herself, and then looked to Sebastian, who did seem quiet. She hoped her two friends were indeed OK. The banshee walked towards the abyss, taking cautious steps. It didn’t look safe, and she didn’t trust Fredrick one bit. So far, he had only used people for his own needs and wishes. She did as she was told, though, and kept a respectful distance from the man.
((Very sorry about my lack of posting. Our laptop had to get fixed for like a week, so I was rarely on my iPad. I'll be online for the next two days, then I have camp on Sunday and arrive home on Wednesday. Sadly, GISHWHES is occuring Sunday until the next Sunday, so I'll be terribly busy with that, though I'm positive I'll be able to come online at least once a day during it.))
Sebastian remained silent the entire argument, but retained his signature scowl. That was Sebastian's trademark; he either sported a scowl or a wicked grin.
During their argument, he looked rather focused. His arms were crossed, his brown eyes dark with unbridled attention. He would raise an eyebrow at some points, or perhaps frown deeper at others. Nonetheless, he didn't seem to be enjoying the current situation at all.
When Fredrick mentioned Sebastian being the alarm, he felt his stomach drop a bit. He was tired of being the torture device. He noticed Sabine glanced back at him, and he glared at her out of instinct.
He moved though, taking ginger steps, afraid the floor would fall out underneath him, and also anticipating unbearable pain any second.
Sebastian remained silent the entire argument, but retained his signature scowl. That was Sebastian's trademark; he either sported a scowl or a wicked grin.
During their argument, he looked rather focused. His arms were crossed, his brown eyes dark with unbridled attention. He would raise an eyebrow at some points, or perhaps frown deeper at others. Nonetheless, he didn't seem to be enjoying the current situation at all.
When Fredrick mentioned Sebastian being the alarm, he felt his stomach drop a bit. He was tired of being the torture device. He noticed Sabine glanced back at him, and he glared at her out of instinct.
He moved though, taking ginger steps, afraid the floor would fall out underneath him, and also anticipating unbearable pain any second.
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Her surprising action was taking Sebastian by the arm lightly, her naturally warm touch clashing with his cold skin. She didn't have the energy to form a private conversation with just Sebastian without touching him. Especially since she didn't know the extent of Fredrick's powers.
Act natural. Skyra reassured, not wanting to surprise him and give herself away. Why do I feel as if pieces are falling to place instead of us changing the plan to our advantage? Fredrick is no doubt using himself as bait as the moment but I can't tell whether it's been set up or he's actually willing to help a bunch of "kids" that he keeps telling us we are.
On the outside, Skyra appeared to be breathing normal, if not slightly quicker. That way, if one were to look at her, she was looking to the demon for comfort. Very unlikely but everyone cracks and she did enough of that tonight that it wouldn't be dubbed strange if she did one more mysterious action.
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He had flinched at her warm touch, as it felt as though he had been lightly burned. He felt oddly comforted by it, and his brown eyes flashed towards her momentarily. They looked tired.
I can't exactly see an easy way where we can flip this so we're on top. It's kill or be killed at the moment, I say we just go with it until something good or bad happens. His words matched the tone of his eyes, and with his free arm he ran it over his face slowly.
I'm just sick of all of this. The last part came in a whisper, more to himself than to Skyra. But he walked firmly, giving nothing away. His eyes did seem to burn into Fredrick's back slightly, but that would be expected after watching his friends get tortured. Maybe not from a demon, though.
Sebastian felt oddly guilty after revealing his last thought. He shouldn't be sick of it. He at least shouldn't admit to being sick of it.
I can't exactly see an easy way where we can flip this so we're on top. It's kill or be killed at the moment, I say we just go with it until something good or bad happens. His words matched the tone of his eyes, and with his free arm he ran it over his face slowly.
I'm just sick of all of this. The last part came in a whisper, more to himself than to Skyra. But he walked firmly, giving nothing away. His eyes did seem to burn into Fredrick's back slightly, but that would be expected after watching his friends get tortured. Maybe not from a demon, though.
Sebastian felt oddly guilty after revealing his last thought. He shouldn't be sick of it. He at least shouldn't admit to being sick of it.
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