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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 18:33:20 GMT -6
The copy could almost feel the magic being thrown at him, but it didn’t affect him in any way. Just like the rest of the copy, he viewed magic analytically and it had said it would only affect demons and he wasn’t a demon, so he was good. Fuck, but that meant he screwed something up and now he had to act fast or risk being killed. He didn’t know what that magic spell was supposed to do, or he might have tried to play along.
He dashed to the desk and grabbed the first pen and hoped it wasn’t dry. He wasn’t thinking completely though, so the very next thing he did was try to tackle Marian down to the ground.
“Hold still and you won’t get hurt!” the copy yelled, doing his best to gain the advantage.
Thankfully for the copy, it appeared he’d gotten a small part of the original Dago’s strength and speed, though not fully. He was attempting to sit on Marian’s legs and grab the first piece of skin he could to write the anti-magic seal.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 19:12:01 GMT -6
When the. . The thing didn't suddenly freeze Marian was about to blow it up, but he soon found himself on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. He couldn't think rationally, but he didn't want this thing, this impostor on him at all so he ignored the warning and fought back, violently kicking and thrashing wildly, trying to get it off of him.
His breath came back soon enough, but his rational thought didn't. Had he been able to think clearly, he would have used his will to throw it off of him. Unfortunately, he was too busy being freaked out to do that.
What the hell was this thing? It wasn't a demon- Or maybe it was- So was it a human? Marian had no idea. It could have been a pride demon for all he knew, or a human who looked and sounded like Dago whom Lucifer had hired to oh god oh shit shit shit. He struggled harder, not wanting to see Lucifer again.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 19:24:38 GMT -6
The copy managed to pin down one of Marian’s hands and quickly scribbled the anti-magic seal on him. It was a simple seal, but a very effective one. It would seem pretty damn familiar to Marian, considering it was the same one Lucifer used on him not too long ago. The copy immediately backed off when he finished the seal. He scrambled away from Marian for a moment to see if it was effective. He wasn’t aware that Marian had magic that would blow him up and shred him to pieces, but he’d soon find out if that was the case.
He paused for a very long moment, crouched on the floor. He was observing Marian very closely. He didn’t act much like Dago anymore, if he did anything successful in that department. He was just glad that he had the monocle now, there was only a few ways to banish him and that was one of them.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 19:31:13 GMT -6
Marian cringed when he felt himself get drawn on and when the impostor walked away, he looked at what had been drawn on his arm. An anti-magic seal, the same one Lucifer had put on his hand during that god awful incident in his apartment. Shit shit shit. Now, even if his magic could affect the Dago impostor, he couldn't use it. Unless he managed to grab a pen and cross it out.
Marian's eyes flickered over to his desk. He wasn't strong physically, only strong with his magic, so there was no chance of him being able to tackle the impostor who seemed to be stronger and faster than the average human. Marian wasn't very fast, either, his years of cross country being decades before this. . But he still had to try.
He got up, squatting, and then made a break for his desk. He had to make it over there before it was too late.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 20:09:50 GMT -6
The copy made a surprised noise and dove at Marian. He apparently knew how to break a seal and the copy couldn’t afford that! The copy grabbed Marian roughly around the waist and tried to flip him back onto the ground. He was trying to think fast and figure out how to keep him from doing anything to compromise the seal. He realized wasn’t trying to be nice here! He could either knock him out, which would be bad if he accidentally killed him, or just tie him to a fucking chair! Thank god for this slightly strong and fast body, or this would be a lot more difficult and a lot less one-sided.
The copy tried to sit on Marian’s legs again and hold down his wrists so he’d have a harder time flailing about. He glanced around the room for something resembling ropes or something that would help the copy out!
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 20:21:10 GMT -6
Marian fell to the ground when he was tackled by the copy, and landed with a loud thud. He continued to struggle, but it was much harder with his wrists being held by the impostor's hands and with his legs being sat on. "Get the fuck off of me!" he shouted, trying to be heard by someone in the halls, hoping that someone would come in and help him. . Even if this was embarrassing, there was nothing he could do right then, not when he was being held down and not when he couldn't use magic.
As for things that could be used in place of rope in Marian's office, he was wearing a tie, and there were also some wires from various devices, such as his laptop charger and his phone charger. Had Marian realized that his tie wasn't exactly the best thing to wear when he was being creeped on by a creeper with a love of bondage, he would have been a bit more cautious in his fashion sense.
. . But ties were so cool looking!
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 20:36:21 GMT -6
The copy gave Marian an ‘are you serious’ look and pinned both his wrists with one hand. He wasn’t aware that wire would do well as a restraint, so he was trying to pull off Marian’s tie with one hand. It wasn’t so hard, but the copy was struggling a bit. He finally managed to get the thing off and pulled out the knot with his one free hand and his teeth. He immediately tied a loop tightly around one of Marian’s wrists and held the other tight.
“Now, we’re going over to your chair, got it? Nice and slow, and you won’t get hurt,” the copy said, trying to sound more sure of himself. He kept a tight grip on Marian’s other wrist and the loose end of the tie as he got off the top of Marian. He roughly tried to pull him too his feet and lead him over to his desk chair.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 20:40:05 GMT -6
Marian scowled as the copy lifted him up and began tying his wrists together. Fuck, shit shit shit. Right, after this Lucifer would come in and nail him again, oh hell no. Marian wasn't going to allow that to happen. He continued to struggle, although he was getting weaker and weaker- After all, he hadn't been very strong to start with, and the copy had some of Dago's strength and speed.
"Fuck you," Marian shouted. "I said, let go of me!" He continued to try to flail and thrash around, not caring about the copy's empty threats. After all, nothing had happened the first time he'd been threatened by this creature, so he doubted anything would happen this time either.
Besides, he wasn't Marian Havas II. So what if he got a little hurt, it was better than giving in and allowing himself to be tied to the chair and fucked by Lucifer.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 21:22:03 GMT -6
The copy marched Marian over to his desk chair and forcibly sat him down. He quickly tied one of his arms to the arm of the chair and just held a grip on the other. He glanced around, frowning at his lack of forethought. He glanced down at himself and realized his original wore a lot of clothing, so he stripped off his outer jacket as best he could and tightly tied Marian’s other arm to the chair as well. He thought about it and stripped off the next layer of clothing and used it to tie Marian’s shoulders to the chair as well.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” the Dago copy said, pulling back to admire his handiwork.
He wasn’t the best at things like this, but at least he’d gotten this far. He figured he should explain a little bit about what was going on, now. The copy was far from genre-savvy, though.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 21:27:54 GMT -6
"Oh go fuck yourself!" Marian shouted in the copy's face, or at least as close to it as he could get being tied up. He was looking at the door, hoping someone, anyone would come rushing in to save him. . He didn't want Lucifer to come in, not at all, that was the last thing in the world he wanted. . God dammit, why hadn't anyone come in yet? Was he not shouting loud enough?
Marian continued to struggle against his bonds, but it was useless. The impostor was apparently as good as Dago at tying knots, Marian thought sullenly.
"ANYONE OUT IN THE HALL, GET IN HERE, RIGHT NOW!" Marian shouted at the top of his lungs, praying that someone would be out there and come rushing in to save him from the impostor. He stared at the door expectedly, waiting, watching for some mage to come in and kick this thing's ass.
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