Tundra
Sisterhood of daggers
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Post by Tundra on Jun 24, 2009 9:39:49 GMT
General Harley, was a painfully tall man. At 7'2", his bulk commanded the attention and respect of everyone in the room. He was currently head of the Firearms and Weapons Investigation department, a dangerous job, as he'd become one of the biggest targets for rebel forces. Feared and intimidated almost throughout the entire Lightside, he was a man to be reckoned with; and not to disagree with. "I'm telling you, you're wrong." Drake raised his eyebrows in an arrogant smirk and General Harley's face slowly turned purple. "I think you'll find, Drake, that all authority you had on the matter vanished when your Animal did!" The man towered over Faerwald, spittle flying precariously close to his porcelain skin. "But, now, she has returned, so she is once again under my charge." "Wrong! You promised Headquarters that you would always have complete control over these things, and you slipped up! She murdered her entire squadron in a matter of seconds and flew away as if nothing had happened!" Tainn stood, with a sullen look upon her face, her mind wandering.. The room they were in was like all the others; plain, bare walls, painted in a dreary grey, leaving the atmosphere cold and dank. Two guards stood at the door, heavily armed, and with General Harley stood his personal secretary, a small, wiry woman, with pointed features and glasses. Compared with her boss, she looked remarkably like a malnourished rat, Tainn thought. "She smells like one too." Drake's voice echoed inside her head, catching her off guard. Tainn jerked to attention, now focused on the conversation at hand. "I agree with you, Sir, that I did make a slight error in judgement, but Tainn has never been like the others. Those from her family line have always had more-" "I don't care, Faerwald, about your precious little pets. Just kill her. Kill the damn beast and let it be over with." "Kill me?!" Tainn shouted suddenly, making the rat woman recoil in surprise. "You said you wouldn't let them!!!" She pointed furiously at Faerwald, who was shooting daggers at the General. "And I shan't, but we can't let you get away scot-free. Otherwise you'd all suffer the consequences." Drake laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'm trying to reduce your sentence, just, wait a minute." He turned to the guards at the door. "Gentlemen! Would you please escort this fine lady into the corridor while I talk to your superior alone for a few minutes?" The guards shifted nervously, but nodded all the same. "Be a good girl now, Tainn." Drake smiled. She nodded and followed the guards into the hallway. The door locked shut with a loud thud. "What are you up to, Faerwald? I won't have you manipulate me like the rest of the sheep in this godforsaken place." Harley frowned, deep burrows making him look more like the Troll people considered him to be. "I don't want her killed, you want her punished, right? Why don't we come to a compromise that will help us both out." A sly smirk slowly danced it's way across his pale features, sending a shiver down the General's spine.
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Tundra
Sisterhood of daggers
TEDDY BEAR
Tundra, you?re like the Swiss. You?ve got chocolate and everyone loves you.
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Post by Tundra on Jun 24, 2009 10:16:15 GMT
Tainn gagged as her new collar dug into her throat. The guards had put it on too tight. "Mr Faerwald may trust you, but it doesn't mean you shouldn't follow standard proceedure." The taller one of the two said, as the little guy put it on, trembling in fear. Normally, Tainn would have objected something fierce, but as Drake was in the other room, fighting her case, she thought it'd be wise to comply. Both guards now stood firmly with their backs facing the door, so she couldn't even press her ear up against it in attempt to overhear. The walls in the building were specially designed to stop the Luna Warriors excellent hearing, a special molten form of a rare stone embedded in the insulation in the middle, made it impossible for most of the creatures to overhear anything that was going on inside. Tainn, however had had so much practice, she had now become slightly immune to the effects, and could sometimes pick up very faint sounds, but only if she was directly up against the wall. Humans, on the other hand, could hear things as normal, but the guards showed no sign of any flicker of recognition or emotion, so Tainn was unable to tell what was happening inside. She slumped onto the floor in a sulk. --------------------------------------------
"So, that's your plan?" Harley frowned, uncertain whether he was hearing correctly. "If you think that it could work. You know the statistics, the figures, it's a logical decision." "But, I thought, your creatures, they could heal almost immediately." "Only what is left to heal..."
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The rat woman was the one who opened the door, hankerchief pressed firmly against her mouth, as if to stop Tainn's germs from being inhaled. "Alright, Warrior, move it." The guard prodded her with the end of his gun, shepherding her back inside the room. Drake and Harley stood side by side, clearly showing the 1'2" difference in height. The General had a sickening smile upon his ugly features. "Your master has saved your life, girl. You should be grateful." He chuckled as he went over to a large, metal storage cupboard. Tainn's heartbeat suddenly increased to a flutter. "What is my punishment to be, sir?" She spoke, hiding the nerves in her voice. She didn't trust this man, but surely she could trust her master? She looked over at him for support, but Drakes firey eyes were fixed firmly on the guards by the door. "Restrain her, men!" The General barked at them. Tainn turned round, but was soon pinned to the floor by an extremly powerful electric current that was being fed through her collar. "Cowards!" She croaked as her frame shook. The men proceeded to tie her limbs to a metal frame that they then bolted to the ground. "I'm going to enjoy watching this." Harley grinned as he threw what looked to be like two large saw like contraptions to the guards. Tainn gasped and looked up at Drake in hope. Only now did he make eye contact, no pity or remorse showed in his face. He walked over towards her, stooping down so they could see almost eye to eye. He placed his hands on her shoulders, as if to comfort, but no warmth came. "It was this, or death." He whispered. "I did all I could." He looked away, "But don't worry, I'm here, I'm not going to leave you. I will never abandon you." He stood up and gestured for the rat woman to stand by him. "Support her, hold her hand." He ordered, the woman looked disgusted, but did as she was told, clamping her hanky even harder to her mouth. Tainn shook as the woman wrapped her pointed claws around her hand. "Open your wings, Tainn." Drake said, softly. Tainns eyes grew wide in horror. She shook her head. "Open them." "No.. please, no.." Her voice trembled. "Open them!" Drake yelled and simultaneously ordered for a shock to be sent through her collar, far more powerful and painful than the last. Tainn gasped in pain and, as a reflex, opened her wings as if to escape. It was the chance the guards needed. They sent a threaded bolt through each wing, and tied them to the sides of the room, so they were fully extended and securely fastened. However strong Tainn was, there was no way she could escape. A shadow fell over Tainn's face, it was the General, standing over her, chuckling softly to himself. "Gentlemen, you may begin."
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Tundra
Sisterhood of daggers
TEDDY BEAR
Tundra, you?re like the Swiss. You?ve got chocolate and everyone loves you.
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Post by Tundra on Jun 24, 2009 20:50:50 GMT
The entire room was silent, except for the steady drip of blood falling to the stone floor. General Harley walked over to the quivering Tainn, still strapped to the metal frame on all fours, and kicked her in the stomach, full weight behind his swing. Tainn coughed vast amounts of blood, splattering the floor, as the powerful blow sunk into her gut. "Stop bleeding, you filthy bitch!" Harley yelled at her, kicking her again for good measure. "Why is she still bleeding?" He snapped at Drake, who was standing silently in the corner, leant up against the Generals desk. "It seems that the moon is too weak for her to heal quickly at the moment." He gestured to the guards to release her. Quickly loosening the ties and bolts, Tainn collapsed on the floor in another coughing fit. "What?! Why didn't you say so before?!" "It must have, slipped my mind. Quite unfortunate really." Drake looked up casually, and spoke in an irritatingly monotone voice. The General snarled. "The best thing you can do now, is leave her, let her rest." He continued. "Give her chance to heal and I shall even help you write up the paperwork." He chuckled and patted Harley on the back. "Fine." A large vein on the General's forehead was now throbbing. "Just get my secretary to the First Aid centre would you?" He motioned at the rat woman, who was whimpering quietly on the floor next to the motionless Tainn, clutching her hand and rocking slowly back and forth. "And I'll be sending you the bill as well!" He yelled, slamming the iron door behind him, guards and secretary in suit. Drake scoffed. "How was I supposed to know you'd break it?" He looked down at Tainn, who was face down in a pool of her own blood. "Ah, who am I kidding, I'm just sorry it wasn't her neck you snapped." No response. Drake frowned and sighed heavily. "I'll leave you to it then."
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Tainn's eyes opened. "Red.... red everywhere.." She dragged her arms forward, in an attempt to prop herself up. "Blood." She croaked, mouth half open. Her arms collapsed from underneath her, sending her face first into the puddle of blood. She gagged as she tried lifting herself up again. Painstakingly, Tainn managed to kneel, and survey her surroundings. Even through the red haze, she could see... she could see them. "My... my wings." She whispered, hoarsely, reaching out for them. They lay, bent and battered upon the floor. Covered in blood, you could clearly see the marks of the saws and the frantic attempts of Tainns body trying to heal itself. Suddenly, she lost her balance, and fell forwards in a desperate attempt to grab them. "I-I can't reach." She cried, fingers grasping feebly at thin air. Pain. The exhaustion had gone, and been replaced by a horrific burning pain. Tainn doubled over, clenching her fists as she let out a huge guttural scream. She shook as she reached for the stumps where her wings used to be. She shuddered as she felt the bone jut out from her back, her body trembling with anger and shock. Shaking violently, tears spilled down her face, they were salty and they stung, full of fury and bewilderment. She felt the blood slowly ooze out of them, her body desperately trying to heal itself. Tainn coughed, sending more blood spattering across the floor, sending tiny little ripples through the pool of crimson in which she was laying in. She held onto the stumps, trying to ignore the throbbing, trying to ignore the countless feathers littered around her, stained with her own blood. She sat, cross legged, hand clasped firmly to her back; in a state of shock. "They're gone... they're gone." She stared, eyes wide in disbelief. "They're gone.. they stole them from me. They stole them. THEY STOLE THEM!!!!" Tainn let out another howling shriek; not even the thick walls of the room could stop every member in the compound from shivering at the sound.
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Post by One Winged Angel on Jun 26, 2009 8:11:32 GMT
Nailah wandered around the Castle halls looking into the empty rooms and seeing nothing in them but shadows and dust. Suddenly with Vincent and Shea gone, she suddenly felt very alone. Not to mention bored. She called out into the Castle and only heard herself echoing back at her.
"Everyone's pushing me away it seems," she pouted.
She pulled up a chair and sat down, held her hands out, palms down, and closed her eyes. she concentrated and imagined a bubble inside her that expanded until it covered the entire Castle. Now she could sense everything within the orb. She reached out to find whoever was left. She could sense Steve. She sensed Dante, and even the demon within him. She sensed Lance, Shea's younger brother.
"That seems to be it..." she said. Suddenly it dawned on her. "I'm the only girl left?! That just makes me feel lonelier. Wait! Wasn't there another woman... Oh great, I'm talking to myself. Chris is having an effect on me. But where was I? Right, the Light Side woman. I guess she was a spy. No! Don't come to conclusions Nailah... Then again there aren't any other possibilities I know of. She had better hope she's not coming back here any time soon. Or that I find a way to amplify my sensory orb. Maybe by building some metal helmet that connects into my cerebrum and amplifies my power somehow, like using a large spherical room of some sort. Yes, that just might work. No, what am I thinking, that's the stupidest idea I've ever come up with. Anyways, I need to fix the lack of femininity problem, shut up Chris I'm very fem... oh right. Need to fix the talking to self problem too."
Nailah levitated a few chairs onto each other, then incinerated them. She waved her hands over the large pile of ashes and turned them to very fine earth. Then she pulled out a knife from her cloak and pointed it to her arm. She hesitated a moment, wishing Vincent was here, for he could heal the wound instantly without any thought... or pain to Nailah. She made a small cut on her arm, big enough to let a few drops of blood drip onto the earth she had transmuted. She tapped the wound and it healed in a tiny flash of golden light. Putting her attention back to the pile of earth and blood, she waved her hands over it again, reciting a spell quietly. The pile of earth slowly rose up and took a human form, a female human. Nailah moved her hands to shape the body as she saw fit. She modeled this one after Shea.
"Looks a lot like her, actually... But Shea looks a lot better than dirt" she said. Her Shea golem frowned. "Don't be a baby. Speaking of that, I think i'll make Vincent now. But he won't get his favorite element, I don't want him burning down the place. I'll make him out of ice."
Nailah raised a block of ice out of the floor, then, with her finger, she slashed at the air, causing chunks of the ice to fall to the floor. After she finished the rough shape of a man, she walked up to her sculpture and added details like eyes and a mouth.
"Something's still missing... Oh, of course"
She bent back towards it and made Vincent's mouth into a frown. The Shea golem giggled... which is eerie if you think about it. Nailah waved her hand over the ice and 2 pieces came out, a cube from where Vincent's heart should be, and a knife of ice from his stomach. Another part rose out of the cube, making a small well in the cube big enough to hold a few drops of blood. The knife floated to her skin and cut it perfectly. After she filled the well and healed her wound, everything went back into place. She recited the spell once and the golem was brought to life.
"I'm pretty good at this." Nailah said smugly "Don't flatter yourself, mom" Vincent said "Hey." Nailah waved a flame lit finger at the newly born golem. "I could torch you instantly." "A bit harsh for your son, don't you think?" "You're not my son" "Aww. But you gave me life. I thought it still counted." he said. Nailah allowed herself to smile. "Sadly, my son is less obedient than you. And dare I say it, less humorous. Anyways, I have one more golem to make, but I can't make that spy. I can't even remember what she looks like anyways. Not well enough. Oh! Of course! I'll make Chris!"
Despite sounding ecstatic on figuring out the perfect third golem to make, she was laughing evilly. She sent Vincent and Shea to get to more chairs and to stack them up. Nailah then took a deep breath. It was difficult turning matter into raw energy, even with a mastery of transmutation. When Nailah turned the materials composing the chairs into raw energy, it was explosively fast, and explosive in general. She knew she would need to go fast so that the rest of the chair didn't burn out, but she went a bit too fast.
"Vincent, Shea, are you two okay?" she called out as she looked across the room. "Yeah," "Yes. We're fine,"
When Vincent finished replacing stray pieces of ice and Shea had literally pulled herself together again, then returned to watch their master work. Making a golem out of lightning was a very complex task. It was difficult to turn the energy into a semi-solid form. Lightning has the tendency to move, and very quickly. It flows and goes where it wills. Nailah needed to mold it to obey her will. She couldn't get this one as detailed as the others, but that was to be expected. She consoled herself by putting one of Chris' old cloaks on him once he was finished. The golem's cloak wasn't distinguishable from the body or any of the facial features.
"My masterpieces. You are all beautiful!" she said with joy. "Please, if you would be so kind as to not refer to us as your creations. It is degrading and insulting to us," Chris said. Nailah laughed. "As if I'd listen to you Chris. Anyways, go, do whatever right now. Whatever you think would suit your roles best."
Chris headed in one direction while Shea and Vincent headed in another.
"Hey, wait, aren't you even going to tell me where you're going?" "Okay mom. Shea and I are going to the Royal Chambers." Vincent said. Nailah looked horrified when she realized what he meant. "Ugh. No.... you two. Sit here in this room, somewhere I can see you. And where were you going?" she asked Chris. "I thought you knew. Your room."
Nailah shuddered.
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