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Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 0:19:22 GMT -6
The Dago in the middle had a claymore sticking right out of his stomach. He fell to the ground and suddenly blipped and disappeared. The other two copies turned their heads to see the claymore sticking out of the ground where he once was. Both their eyes widened, glad they weren’t that copy. They tried to speed up, but neither was very fast.
All of a sudden, the woman threw a whole fucking tree branch at the copy on the right. It tried to run faster, but it hit it in the head, whizzing past it as it blipped out and again, disappeared.
The last Dago, the real one swore very loudly as he saw the other two copies taken down. He was the only one left now and he didn’t have even a second to think of a new strategy before he was hit in the back with a full force of someone’s weight. He hit the ground with a sickening thud.
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Post by Magnus on Oct 2, 2010 0:47:56 GMT -6
The lady grinned. So she had been right, it had been the one on the left. Even if she had been wrong and he had been on the right, it wouldn't have mattered. She'd thrown a tree branch at him. The only bad one would have been if he were in the middle, although it probably wouldn't have killed him instantly. . Still long enough to get information from him, or steal that message that he had in an envelope.
The first thing she did was pin his arms and hands above his head. Sure, he was a wimp, but she wasn't going to be taken off guard. She could get her claymore later, after she did this. She leaned in close to him. "So, that trick obviously didn't work. So you should concede and tell me what I need to know!" She smiled. "How do you get into the headquarters of the Order of Eradicto Pravus?"
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Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 1:02:01 GMT -6
Dago tried to resist the woman pinning his hands above his head, but he wasn’t in a very able position, face down in the grass. He was confused suddenly, didn’t she want the message? Wasn’t she just some nasty Seidhrfolk woman with a shotgun for a right hook? He began to doubt that original thought. Who in the hell was this woman?
He jerked, trying to throw Red off of him, she was strong, it wouldn’t work. His pride stated that he had to fight. In any other situation, the position he was in would immediately turn him on, but that wasn't typically with a crazy bitch who was trying to wring information out of him!
“How the fuck should I know!” he lied, knowing she’d know it’d be a lie, “Get the fuck off of me!”
He jerked again, silently hoping that Dimitri enchanted the envelopes like he normally did. They would open to anyone, but if they weren’t the right recipient, they would typically light on fire.
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Post by Magnus on Oct 2, 2010 1:12:40 GMT -6
Dago's efforts were in vain, as the woman stayed on top of him. "You'd know because you're one of them, obviously," she said, laughing a little bit. "Lying isn't very nice, you know! You ought to tell the truth." She leaned in and whispered in his ear: "Because otherwise, I'd have to be not very nice as well!" She let out another laugh. Her laughter sounded like a machine gun firing.
"So as cliche as this sounds, we can do this the easy way or the fun way. Which do you prefer?" She didn't think Dago could see it, but her grin was as wide as ever now. "You might as well tell me now. I'll find out anyway, eventually." She shrugged. "But I know a thousand ways to torture someone, sweetie, so I think you should tell me now!"
She searched through Dago's pockets, looking for the stupid envelope. A message to the Seidhrfolk leader, huh? She wondered what it was about. Anything that could be used against Dimitri now was useful.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 1:22:28 GMT -6
Dago now had a few things to consider. He was pretty sure this woman meant business, so she wasn’t afraid to kill him if he became a problem. He had to stay useful to her, but he really had no mind to betray the Order. As much as he was generally disliked, it was his home and his late Abuela made a very large effort to make him a part of it. Her memory wasn’t about to be in vain because of a little cowardice.
Fuck, this woman made it hard to think. She was scary, that was true, but everything from holding him down, to taunting him with torture, whispering in his ear, and patting him down was feeling overtly sexual to him and fucking distracting. If he guessed this woman right, she would have a bit of a competitive streak in her.
“You think you can break me, bring it the fuck on,” he said, bucking again.
His unique power allowed and conditioned him a pretty high pain tolerance, torture wasn’t a threat immediately. If she decided to kill him because of it, that might be a problem. He’d left the message in his right back pocket, he didn’t tell her but he knew she would find it.
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Post by Magnus on Oct 2, 2010 1:38:53 GMT -6
She giggled a bit. "Alright, then, you chose the fun one. Gladly!" The woman temporarily stopped searching him for the letter to do something else. She began striking certain points on his head and neck before spreading them out to his back and shoulders. She was hitting his pressure points. After all, it hurt like hell if you manipulated them in a certain way, and she knew just how to. Years of experience. "Want to continue?" she asked, her voice mocking.
While she waited for Dago to respond, the continued her search, and finally found the envelope in his right back pocket. That made sense, that tended to be where people put possessions such as wallets. She slid it into the inside pocket of her greatcoat. That pocket was always useful.
She couldn't open up the envelope quite yet, as she didn't want to risk letting go of Dago's arms and hands. She had come so far, she couldn't give it up just to open up a stupid letter.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 1:50:16 GMT -6
Dago grit his teeth as she pressed the first few pressure points. After all, he knew all about them from his Infirmary shifts. His face contorted after the next few and once she was pressing his neck points, he couldn’t help but cry out.
“Aarrrgghhh!” he said, the sound wrenching from his throat, “Fuck you, bitch!”
He was determined to survive this, self and pride mostly intact. He knew she had the note. He was pretty sure she would have let him go by then, having what she wanted, or killing him. He didn’t understand why she was still trying to drive things out of him. What did she want with the Order? Suddenly, his mind clicked back and he remembered that man…Tobias grabbing Marian and shouting something in his face about a woman with hair like fire; but what did that mean?!
“That fucker!” he said, clearly not talking to Red anymore, he couldn’t help himself but blurt it out.
He was angry and in pain and trying to survive a freakishly strong and slightly cracked woman trying to torture him and not get killed mercilessly!
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Post by Magnus on Oct 2, 2010 2:05:40 GMT -6
She just laughed her machine gun laugh again. "That isn't very nice," she said, teasingly. "Really, if you keep talking like that, then I might just have to rip something off. ." She paused. "Actually, that's a great idea! How about a new deal: You tell me how to get into the Order of Eradicto Pravus, and I won't rip your limbs off!" She was excited about this now. Either way, it turned out alright.
He might break now, or maybe not. In any case, she couldn't kill him. He was the best lead she had. Actually. Now that she thought about it, he was really the only lead she had. So she couldn't kill him; not yet at least. It wouldn't be very smart to kill him anyway. He had information that she needed.
Of course, torturing him in cold blood was perfectly alright. As long as he could still be able to tell her how to get in. .
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Post by Soprano on Oct 2, 2010 3:21:14 GMT -6
Oh fuck, can she do that? Dago really didn’t want to lose any limbs today, regardless of the Order or not. Not having an arm or a leg was pretty fucking bad, but what if she decided to take another route? There was no way he would have that. He just had to think of a way out of this without dying and hopefully with his limbs intact. His pride might have to suffer a bit, but he wanted to keep his reputation with the Order intact as well. What a fucking day for making these decisions. He decided not to push his luck anymore, but maybe he could throw Red off.
“If you want into the Order, you can’t tear off my limbs or kill me!” he cried, “You have to find an exit portal, they’re usually on timers, but there are other ways!”
God, he hoped that was good enough for her to let him go now. He could get to the Seidhrfolk camp and get a hold of Dimitri, possibly before the message got burnt in a fiery display of mage paranoia.
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Post by Magnus on Oct 2, 2010 3:29:36 GMT -6
"Oh? Other ways?" Red asked, her eyes widening. Hmm. She'd never heard of that before, but then again, she had always done her best to avoid mages. Sometimes it was impossible, like now, but most of the time she could do her thing without having to see them. "What are they?" she asked.
She wasn't really in the mood to wait for the portal to return. If he was a messenger, then who knew how long it would take for the portal to come back? She didn't want to stay here any longer than she had to. After all, she had a mission, and that was to find Tobias Archer. Some other stuff, too, but it could happen later.
She didn't even want to kill Tobey. That would be stupid. She wasn't even sure if she could kill Tobey, not now. She really didn't want to try that out, either, considering what the consequences could be.
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