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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 22:13:22 GMT -6
The copy panicked a little when Marian started yelling. He looked around for something to fix this little issue with. He speedily pulled off another layer, leaving the very last layer of clothing Dago wore, and untied the tie from his arm. He tied the sweater around Marian’s arm, tightly. He tied a knot in the tie and quickly forced it over Marian’s mouth and tied it around the back of his head. He paused for a moment trying to see if that worked out any.
He also had a light bulb of an idea and started to unbutton Marian’s shirt, “There, now to lock the door.”
He figured if anyone came in at that point, they’d assume the worse and they’d leave. He quickly jogged to the other side of the room and locked the door. There, no there was nothing to worry about until he figured out what to do.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 22:20:06 GMT -6
Marian continued to struggle to no avail. He eventually gave up, exhausted, and settled for glaring at the copy. He freaked out when his shirt began to become unbuttoned and tried to squirm out of the chair, but it didn't work, and then he gulped when the copy locked his office door. Shit shit shit. Marian closed his eyes and waited for Lucifer's mocking voice to appear, trying to mentally guard himself against the Lord of Pride.
It didn't come, and so he opened his eyes and looked at the impostor, confused. Okay, what was going on? He was just standing there by the door again. What the fuck? Marian would have asked him what the hell he was doing, but he couldn't exactly do that, being gagged. He tried to speak, but all that came out were muffled noises that really didn't amount to anything. He tried to struggle again, worried at what might happen next, but again, didn't become free.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 22:50:34 GMT -6
The copy scratched his neck and paced around Marian’s office. He was trying to figure out what to do. He had a strong instinct to try to conquer this place, but he wasn’t sure why or how. He wasn’t paying much attention to Marian or his shock that Lucifer or whomever wasn’t showing up. He pulled the monocle out of his pocket and inspected it from far away. He could ask for backup… but then he’d have to share the glory.
He turned back to Marian with a thoughtful expression, “How big is this place and how do I get all of you out of it?” he demanded.
He waited a few moments before realizing that Marian was gagged and unable to answer his questions. He went back to pacing.
“How many people are here, anyway?” he said with a frown.
He gave up and moved over to Marian’s desk and moved to pull down his gag, “Answer my questions, or else.”
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 22:58:17 GMT -6
Marian's eyebrows raised when the faux Dago asked him that. So this guy wasn't working for Lucifer, then? He couldn't have been if he didn't know about portals or how many mages there were. He smirked around the gag. Good, that meant that this would be one hell of a lot easier to deal with.
Now he just had to get rid of that damn anti-magic seal on his arm. God dammit. His pens were so close. . But so far away, and he couldn't even move his head to grab them because his shoulders were tied to the chair. Shit shit shit.
The Dago impostor removed his gag and threatened him once more. Or else what? Marian wondered. The faux Dago hadn't done anything to him despite Marian not doing anything he was threatened to do, so Marian wasn't worried at all. This guy was all talk and no action. How unsurprising.
"Go fuck yourself," Marian spat instead of answering the questions.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 23:06:52 GMT -6
The copy rolled his eyes and slapped Marian across the face. It wasn’t too hard, but he was trying to prevent himself from using his full strength just yet.
“You’re not really in the position to argue,” the copy said plainly, “Now, how many people are here?”
He didn’t really want to harm the leader here without reason just yet. He just wanted everyone to leave and then… after that he wasn’t so sure, but it felt important. He sat down on Marian’s desk and pulled the chair closer, as though he were getting comfortable for interrogation.
“This could be a lot easier, you know,” he said, exasperated, “Tell me what I want to know, I don’t really want to hurt you. It’s pointless, but I will.”
So far, for proving he was capable, physically he’d done a decent job. Mentally, he’d proven himself nothing but an idiot, but he didn’t quite realize that.
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 23:12:50 GMT -6
Marian cringed at the sting he felt when Dago slapped him, but he wasn't going to let himself be pushed around like a little girl or something. He stared back at the copy defiantly. He had been given the title of the head of the Order of Eradicto Pravus by Upstairs itself, and he wasn't going to cower back in fear when he needed to do his job. He wasn't Dimitri Archer, and that was that.
"Go. Fuck. Yourself," Marian repeated coolly, his voice loud again, hoping that someone would hear and they would come in, somehow. He had faith in his students, after all. Simon could portal in, Madeleine could move the lock. . Besides, if the real Dago was walking by, he could bust through the door or something. Selene could repair it later.
Marian continued to try to struggle against his bonds again, most determined, almost, by the slap the copy had given him.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 23:28:25 GMT -6
The copy realized this was going nowhere and replaced the gag on Marian’s mouth. So much for some answers, this was ridiculous! He had to figure out some way to seal the rest of the magic-users in this place, then he’d be okay… unless they knew how to cancel a seal, then he’d have to tie them to chairs, too.
There was suddenly the sound of someone trying to turn the doorknob. There was a pause and then a knock on the door. The copy’s eyes widened and he stayed quiet, hoping that whoever it was would just go away. He scrambled behind the chair and clapped his hand over Marian’s mouth to try to further muffle his voice. He was trying to appear calm, but he was panicking in his head. He wasn’t prepared for this, he thought everyone would leave the boss man alone if they couldn’t hear him yelling for help!
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 23:35:06 GMT -6
Marian rolled his eyes when the copy put the gag back in his mouth. Yep, he was right: All talk and no action. The copy didn't seem to be very bright, either. Marian wasn't surprised, although he was surprised that the copy could make an anti-magic seal. Oh well. Hopefully the copy would leave him alone soon, then he could focus on getting out of there with no interruptions.
Although if the copy left, his students would be at risk, as would Dago, and that was something Marian didn't want to happen at all.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The copy put its hand over Marian's mouth, but he still tried to make noises. They were muffled, though, so he doubted they would make it through the door, but he tried his hardest. He began struggling again, harder, as much as he could to just get the fuck out of that damn chair.
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Post by Soprano on May 22, 2011 23:42:45 GMT -6
Luckily for Marian, it was Dago at the door, trying to come and ask for a favor. He could hear something muffled behind the door, it was faint, but he could hear it more than anyone else could. He wasn’t sure how to interpret the muffled noises. The door wasn’t normally locked, not from his point of view anyway. Did that mean Marian was in there with someone? That was unusual, to say the least. He knocked again and waited for an answer. He decided that if he was in there having fun or something, he wouldn’t be trying to catch the knocker’s attention.
Oh well, if worst came to worst, he’d have to pay for a new door and deal with some awkward apologies. Dago gripped the doorknob and shoved forward, knocking the door completely off the hinges. The copy nearly freaked out when he saw who it was, but they didn’t move, staying firmly behind Marian.
“Oh, woah,” Dago said when he saw Marian tied to the chair, “Is… everything okay?”
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Post by lillium on May 22, 2011 23:47:19 GMT -6
Marian looked relieved when Dago came in, but he was confused by the fact that Dago hadn't noticed the impostor. He shook his head quickly, or as quickly as he could with the copy's hands over his mouth, and glanced upward, trying to motion the person behind him. He looked back at Dago before moving his eyes back to his arm, where the anti-magic seal was.
And then he looked back at Dago desperately. He hated looking like this, being in this situation, but at least Dago was someone who Marian could trust, at least more than anyone else in the Library. He continued to try to struggle against the bonds, trying to let Dago know that he wasn't exactly tied up there willingly.
After all, even in bed Marian had serious reservations about being tied up, but fuck, if Dago managed to rescue him now he'd consider putting aside those reservations for a few hours.
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