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Loki's Hideout 2
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Jan 13, 2013 07:45PM
Jac dug her nails into her face. SHe felt a small droplet of blood drip onto her finger,
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SpreadYourWings, JEREMY RENNER HAWKEYE JEREMY RENNER HAWKEYE!!!
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Noir nearly giggled with happiness. Oh she loved this. It had been a while since she had done anything nearly as fun. "You get to decide," as she spoke, slick black fingers of sinew crawled up Clint's legs, tightly holding him in place. "Which one of you gets played with first."
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" Just don't hurt them."
Jac almost laughed. She thought of a sentence she would say to Eve at night, just to scare her."First I played with Mommy, then I played with Jud, and now I want to play with YOU."
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((Snort, not her hand, dude. Although, it is her magical hand... so I suppose that works too. Lol))"How noble." Noir attempted another cocky smile, but this time it was soured around the edges and her easy gaze hardened on his face. She began to pace around him, doing a full orbit quickly. "It's things like that which sicken me, you know?" Now it was like she was talking to her phsychiatrist. "You think... You think you're so great. That the others are weaker and so you have to protect them." The arms around Jac squeezed. "It's your flaw." Then the magical arms wrapped around Clint's legs began to seep a stinging poison.
Jac had a sharp intake of breath and she repeated the words over and over, giving herself comfort in the creepy line."First I played with Mommy, then I played with Jud, and now I want to play with YOU..... With MOmmy.... With jud.... Now I want to play with you.... with YOU..."
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" They aren't weak, and I, for one, do NOT think I am better then them. I guess that is how you feel. Think your powerful huh? "
Noir stuck her bottom lip out and looked up in a perfect face of 'I don't know and I don't care' attitude. "Not really. I mean, you are the one wrapped up like a mummy in poison..." The black arms curled around his chest and arms sluggishly, pinning his arms to his sides. His skin began to redden and his clothes smoked a bit as the burning poison advanced a step.
Jac dug her nails more into her face. More blood came.
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" It doesn't hurt."
Blood ran down her face."Mommy.... Jud... YOU...."
"Oh no?" Nour feigned a confused face although she knew perfectly well that it did hurt like the dickens. She put a hand on his sizzling shoulder, unaffected by her own magic, and gazed across the room at Jac. "I feel bad. I think we've left your friend out of the party." She smiled maliciously. "Maybe she'd like to join us now." With that the arms began to drag Jac over to Clint and Noir gruffly, leaving a trail of shimmering slime in their wake.
Jac's eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling as she was dragged over. It looked like she was crying tears of blood, from the droplets of the stuff dripping down her face.
Noir knelt down beside Jac, the cloud of low-laying smoke moving around her. She reached out and put a cold finger onto her face, touching the blood with interest. Smiling widely with a beautiful evil, she trailed the blood off of the edges of her chin. Then she brought her hand up to her own face slowly, and licked the dripping red off of the tip of her finger. "How you hanging in there, sweetie?" She whispered in a lovely coo.
"Pretty Good." Jac replied sweetly.
"That's great," Noir answered in a seemingly calm and sincere voice laced with artificial honey. "Because it's going to get a lot worse."
"Please make it worst than that." jac answered calmly, but truthfully. she wasn't being sarcastic.
Noir looked at her a little strangely. "You like pain?" She asked as the arms crawled along her body and around her head, holding it in place. She reached out and gently brushed a piece of hair out of Jac's face.
"Yes." she answered, the blood dripping freely.
"Hm." Noir gazed on Jac's blood stained face as if she was a piece of curious artwork hung in the oddest of places. "That's sad." The midnight vines of magic curled around the frame of her face, the seemingly delicate ends making their way to her eyes. "I hope I don't dissapoint you." She said sweetly just as the tiny vines arrived at their destination. The little arms crawled into the coners of her eyes like snakes, slowly pushing their tips past her skin and behind her eyes, plunging Jac into darkness. The miniscule ends wove their way with excrutiating pain around the back on her orbs. So now, if one looked at her, it would seem as if she had eyes composed of a wriggling mass of needle sized vines. It was an entirely unpleasent thing.
Jac's breath caught as she was plunged into darkness. But the pain; oh, the pain. it was so.... so nice.
((Hm. I agree with Noir, Jac's feelings towards pain is sad.))The tiny fingers tickled the back of Jac's eyes, messing around. Then images, very unreal but seemingly contrary, flashed for Jac like a movie. Noir reached out and placed a single finger on the victim's forehead, sending blue sparks bouncing down her hand and flizzling out on Jac's skin. Smoke trailed up into the air as her skin burnt on contact.
Jac winced, not altogether appreciating the burns, nor the images. ((Oh.... I thought liking pain was normal?))
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((No, not really, no. It means you've lost hitpoints... ))((Uhm, transtaion, boo? ^.-))
Noir smiled down at the girl, knowing that she was probably having fun. She stood up slowly and eerily, the smoke sticking to the hem of her sleek black dress. She turned to Clint and eased on the poison and the smoking slopped. "Doing okay so far?" She asked sweetly.
Jac smiled to herself, satisfied with the hurt.
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((XD sure, why not?))Noir glanced down at Jac, not quite knowing what to make of the girl's reaction to her torture. She didn't think about it too much and turned to Clint. "Bet you hate this, seeing your little ward all tied up and... suffering." She smiled and the arms of blackness wrapped themselves along his mouth, preventing him from speaking. "But she's not going anywhere, so neither are you. Try and pull her out of that tangle and you'll tear her eyes out." The dark root which held him in place tightened a little. Suddenly the air around Clint shimmered and a glass case appeared around him. She walked up to the cage and tapped it lightly with her long nail as the vines along the man's mouth receded. "You can hear us, but we can't hear you." She inforned him, her eyes flashing iridescent in the rather dim light creepily. "Go ahead and scream."
"Mommy...... Jud...... YOU." whirred Jacs mind
((This is a creepy scene, I think...))
((What is? Does Jac still have those wierd noodle things in her eyelids?))
((Wonderful description. And yes. I don't know, these are just the things I dream about all the time. Actually, what's going on with Jac and the 'noodle things' are based off of my artwork))
((BAW no. Not really. A little morbid, yes. ;) ))
Thomas leaped to his feet after Boki and ran into the main room. Blinking rapidly, he tried to clear his fuzzy mind. He found Clint in a glass cage with Noir in front of him, and Jac crying blood on the floor. "You've been busy, I see." Thomas told Noir, impressed. Nick emerged from the walls of the shadows, his eyes cast downward as he saw things in the distance.
Lily crawled out of an air vent with her fully healed daughter, giggling to one another. Lily ran over to the trapped Clint with glee. "Oh, what do we have here!" She cried delightedly.
Jac sat, blind. She recognized Lilly's voice, and nothing else. A man. that's all.
"Something like that." Noir said bluntly as her gaze slid over to Thomas, otherwise she didn't move from her stiff position. She took a step back and studied her work for a moment before coming to a gradual desicion. With an unreadable expression, she let her magic retract. The tentacles around Clint slunk and slipped off of him like spaghetti off of a spoon. Very slowly, the needle sized fingers uncoiled from around Jac's eyes with a sick wriggling motion. The arms let go of her and came back to Noir as easily as if she were simply pulling her own hands back. The small cloud of smoke from which the black tentactles both emerged and dissapeared sucked itself into oblivion in a split second and Noir stood as if they had never been. She turned to Lily. "They're all yours." She said quietly, suddenly feeling the exaustion from doing all of that torture. "I'm...I'm going to go lie down." She swallowed, stuck her wand into the folds of her dress, and padded out silently.
Without a word, Nick followed her, head still down as his eyes were closed. His shadows trailed after him, slightly disappointed. Lily nodded to Noir in thanks. "I think it's about time for my daughter to torture her first human." She grinned devilishly. Penny giggled with excitement.
She didn't respond to Lily, not really caring what she did. As long as she didn't kill them. Noir hugged her left side side as she walked and took a deep breath. Then suddenly she paused. "What do you want?" She snapped coldly, twisting around as she noticed someone was following her.
Nick stopped short. He raised his head, blinking his nearly black eyes at Noir. "Sorry." He said and turned back around, about to seep into the shadows again.
Noir flinched at the word and closed her eyes painfully, running her hand through her hair. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." She murmered truthfully.
The shadows grew and turned to her, hissing and swirling in a several long black masses. "No, I should respect your privacy. You want to be alone. I understand." Nick said calmly, bowing his head to Noir and stepping back once more.
"No, Nick," Noir twisted her hands. "Thanks but... I, I don't want to be alone." Her voice cracked on the last word and she stopped. She stood rigid, swallowing and blinking at the floor.
In one fluid motion, Nick had wrapped her in his arms, embracing her. The shadows engulfed them in dark warmth, glowing blue and pink; comforting colors.
She trembled for a moment, then stood stiff as a board in his arms, not letting herself go any further. "I'm sorry," She whispered. "You didn't deserve that."
Nick pulled away slightly so he could look into her eyes. "I'm used to it." He said simply and gave a small smile.
