Tessa winced at Conrad's words; despite the tone they still irritated her, like bee stings on her skin. "Were the spiders part of your good intentions?" She asked quietly, before nearly stumbling into Rayyad. Finally, someone saying something that made sense to her. She smiled a little, waving her hand before introducing herself. "I'm Tessa. Just Tessa." She decided to follow Conrad's lead since her creator momentarily forgot Tessa's entire time. "You live in the woods too?" She asked, waving her hand at the area around them. To be honest, it was slightly thrilling to meet someone who felt the same inhibitions towards their own race as she did. "I came from a forest a ways to the north from here." She continued.
Alright, well, it's quite the tale. I had a dream that I was on this tall building. Tall like five, maybe six story tall. And I was just chilling, taking in some rays, listening to some jams, being a cool kid. Then I turn around, and there's this other kid staring at me. If you've seen Game of Thrones, think the kid from the first episode in the first five minutes. The one that was a little blue. So anyway, kid stares at me, and I stare back. She takes a step forward, I take one back. If you've seen Game of Thrones, you know why it's kind of a bad idea to let these guys get close. So kid's getting closer, I keep backing up. Except, you know, we're on a roof. And there is inevitably only so much roof space. So now my ankles are banging against the siding of the roof, and there's more kids, all the same one with the same face. So I have a choice, I can get caught up with these now dozen some kids with creepy blue eyes and white skin, or I can jump. So I jump. And I tumble my little self all the way down, and hit the side walk. Felt my back break, so I'm lying there while people stare and mutter, and surprisingly, no one calls an ambulance. Can't really move, but I can watch, and all I can see are those kids, walking down the fire escape steps, slowly making their creepy little way to me. And I can't move, because you know, broken back, so I'm lying there, watching them just meander over to me. Because the rest is probably too explicit for those of us who haven't yet hit eighteen, I'll leave it to your imagination what the hungry little buggers did. But I figure the moral of the story is that if you're going to jump off a building to escape zombified children, make sure it's high enough you're gonna die.
His teeth frighten me.
Judging by the amount of blue fur your avatar is sporting, I'd say it's too late for you.
Elder Scrolls Online PS4 forever~ It'd be better if my guildmates hadn't ditched me, but it's a pretty cool game regardless. Barring the ridiculously expensive cost for the game and DLC.
Just wondering where you've run off to, and if you're doing alright. Miss you. Well, not really you, but more your twisted sense of humor....
Veera turned her gaze to Derrick, opening her mouth and then shutting it again. "He's his own person. He made his choice." Though even to her ears it sounded weak. Half of her wanted to curl up into a little ball and wait until the world passed her by, forgot about her completely. The other half wanted to shove Derrick away, demand who the hell he thought he was. She often forgot he was only six years younger then herself, the way he treated her; as an equal, and in many ways they were. She recalled practicing by his side, under Veceslav's direction; training, riding horses, swimming in the lake near the Kaer. We were children. We knew nothing. It had always felt the same, every time she returned from a mission back to the welcome company of Veceslav and Derrick. Even when their numbers dwindled, and then rose with the recruitment of Aaron and Olivia, the feeling hadn't changed. Until the very last time she had returned home, to the Kaer. Until Veceslav had turned his back on her, and Derrick with him. She yanked her arm free, her face smoothing into one of stony silence. "We are not friends. And Aaron's done nothing wrong. The blame lies with me. So leave me alone."The last words left her mouth in a hiss as she turned and stalked towards Vyle, aware but completely ignoring Zack's presence. She had no more time for his kind today. She would help this vampire as she said, and then.....she was going to go hunting for a monster.
Zack felt himself yanked backward, and spun around to face the vampire who had nearly torn his head off earlier. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get so much as a word out, poor Zack found himself dragged off by the overly powerful man. As he stumbled to keep up, he turned towards Veceslav, to call out a warning, to ask for help, to whimper in fear, he didn't really know, but by the time Vyle shut the door, it was too late. The vampire demanded one of the people he was with, witcher by the looks of him, to open the passageway. Zack recognized him as one of the people who had been floating around the area, and crossed his arms, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. The uncomfortable feeling turned into fear when the vampire poked him in the chest. Zack opened his mouth to tell the vampire to stop, that it wasn't his fault, that he was just trying to stay out of it, but remembering the reaction speaking out had gotten him, he shut his mouth and nodded quietly, looking for all the world like a lost puppy. Veera stiffened. A Higher vampire? She glanced from said vampire to Derrick, noting his casual stance. Forcing a smile, she simply shrugged. "I suppose we find ourselves in some strange positions in this world." She watched Vyle take to the rooftops, and sighed. Men, always taking the dramatic way. With a shrug she followed Derrick and the vampire towards a slightly decimated structure. Vyle grabbed one of the people standing around, and towed him inside. Derrick followed, and Veera prepared to, when she stopped, the hair rising on the back of her neck. Gods....She turned, her face tightening as her gaze met that of the one person she had dreaded seeing after all this time. "Crow." She whispered, her hands clenching at her sides. This was not how she had imagined this happening, not at all. She needed to go, she needed to help Vyle, and possibly the poor man he had towed inside, before someone was murdered by the impatient vampire. She took a step towards the door, reaching for the handle, but her body refused to move, frozen by too many emotions to identify. So this is it.
Brianne couldn't help but smile at Roxanne's response. The girl was crazy, yeah, but she meant well. "Come on then, we'll make short work of this demon, and if the Angel is with us, catch Masque before dawn." Brianne led the way down the shady alley, only to stop dead, her hand out to stop Roxanne from proceeding. Two figures approached them, one an obvious warlock with a lizard's tail swishing from underneath his heavy coat. The other appeared to be a neophyte vampire, his quivering arms a sign of instability. "You're Shadowhunters." The warlock hissed from underneath his wide brimmed hat. "Is there a problem?" Brianne asked, her grip on her stele tightening. She hadn't even realized her hand had gone for the weapon; such was the instinct ingrained in them for battle. "We want the Cup. Give it to us." The vampire snarled, reaching for Brianne with outstretched hands. Brianne darted forward and shoved her blade underneath the vampire's rib cage, earning herself a scratch on the cheek as the creature snarled. "Give it to us!" He screamed, jumping on her in an attempt to go for her throat. Brianne fell onto her back and kicked him off of her, rolling to the side. This night was so not going according to plan. Morrigan took the business card from Ash, bemused. "This is all you asked for my company for?" She questioned, turning it one way, then the other to admire the way the silver sheen caught the moonlight. "Just to offer me an enigmatic deal, and present me with a way to contact you?" She chuckled, crossing her arms, card still tucked in between her fingers. "I have no interest in a one night stand with a warlock. As for my wedding, it is for the good of my family, and my people, that I go through with the union." A child must be born. After that I will be free. She knew this wasn't true, but it helped. Somehow. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Ash, but I think I'll decline your offer. I wish you luck with whatever you seek, but you'll have a better chance with the number of my sisters that go to Pandemonium. Now, if that's all..." She turned to walk back into the woods, hair glistening in the moonlight. She had work to do, and if the warlock wouldn't help, she would do it alone. She would find Masque, and she would take revenge for her fallen siblings.
Kara winked at Conrad, grabbing her sack protectively as Ren walked by. "I gotcha, I wasn't making enough racket to cover the noise so you had to come out here. Thoughtful of you." She patted Tessa on the shoulder as she walked by, whispering in the girl's ear, "Bite a pillow next time, Doe Eyes." Much as she wanted to enjoy the blush that came to Tessa's cheeks, she had bigger fish to fry. Well, not literally, but fried fish sounded really nice. Kara followed Ren towards the baker, stifling a giggle. "I could think of something." She said slyly, before planting herself next to the man. "But you might as well buy me breakfast with the money I got, that Shyra stole from me." She said with a pout. "I like sweet things." Tessa stared at the ground before kicking a rock with her foot. "I think I'm going to go back into the woods." She muttered to Conrad before turning and high tailing it out of there. It wasn't that she minded what Kara thought, or really cared. It was what the insinuations brought to her mind that she didn't like. "Humans are strange. Why can't they see something and only take it for what it is?" She muttered, pressing her face against the cool side of a tree trunk. Bryce jumped out of bed the moment Sanderson rapped against the door, and flung it open, wearing only his pants. "Bacon!" He exclaimed. "Bacon is the manliest thing a man could eat for breakfast!" He had fond memories of his mother making such food, telling him it would make him big and strong. And boy, did it ever. He left his room at top speed, heading for the dining room without a care in the world, or a shirt. Really, his larder plunder the night before had done little to satisfy the awning pit that was Bryce's stomach.
Veera narrowed her eyes at the mention of witch hunters. "I see." She sheathed her swords as Vyle screamed at the man and then knocked him out. "You know Derrick? What an interesting fellow you're turning out to be." She followed him, and froze, her hands clenching as she laid eyes on her witcher-brother. She had to remind herself that it hadn't been that long ago she had stormed out of Kaer, because to her it felt like years. Derrick looked much the same, albeit a little harried. Clearly his hunt wasn't going well. "Derrick." She murmured in greeting, her eyes wary and her body tense. She hoped he wouldn't decide to press the issue, their issue right now, not when a mage had been taken by the witch hunters. She may be many things, but a mage killer, she could not stand. At least witchers and witch hunters chose what they could be. Mages had no say, most of the time. Just like dopp-her mind whispered before she cut it off with a sharp jerk of her head, turning to follow the strange man. Tessa held onto Seth's hand, her eyes a mixture of pain and fear. "Let's just go. Veceslav says we should, and I don't care about the horses, we can walk, let's just go." She tried to stand, gritting her teeth as the movement pulled at her newly torn and sewn together muscles. "Please, before he comes back. I don't want him to finish the job." She finished breathlessly, her heart pounding as she clung to the wall and Seth in her attempt to stand. While she was pleased her legs were holding her, the healing woman was clearly not, and shook her head, a frown on her face. "You don't have someone chasing you." She told the woman, her legs shaking. "You don't know.." All at once she felt her mouth go dry, and swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. "You don't know what it's like." she whispered, pressing one palm to her eyes to stem the sudden flow of tears. Zack watched Tessa with sadness, his mouth pressed into a tight line. She was right. Bryce might still come after her, or him for that matter. It wouldn't take a large amount of genius to figure out how Tessa had been sent Bryce's way. What he couldn't understand was why Bryce hadn't just killed her. He had the skill needed to take down a witcher, so why was this young girl, with very little martial skill still standing? Because he was too weak. Was the only answer Zack could retrieve. He couldn't kill something, someone he loved. Zack felt his fist clench. He needed a weapon. He needed to end this, to do something, to fix what he had done. He needed to find Bryce, and put an end to this. Spoiler Teliana whimpered as the new device clamped down on her already throbbing finger. "O-oxenfurt." She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn't want to see the ruins of her fingers, didn't want to see what the man was about to do to the rest of the digit, didn't want to see these walls, didn't want to be here. "That's where we were looking. He likes big cities. Novigrad, maybe." She sucked in her breath as the turka was placed under one of the remaining fingernails, and her heart felt like it would burst from the apprehension of what was about to come. "Please..." she whispered, begging the man to stop. She didn't want to do this, didn't want this. Please gods, if you can't save me then just let me die.
Kara held her hand aloft and continued up the path of the cave. It made sense to follow the route upwards right? She didn't think there were any mountain passes close to where she had been taken, but she also had no idea how long she had been unconscious, or where they had been taken. Regardless, up seemed the way to go, and up was she way she went. She would check back every so often to make sure that Runa was keeping up as they ascended. It seemed to take forever before she finally saw a light, up ahead. Of course, nothing was ever easy. "Hey, I don't think you should be wandering around." One of the soldiers stepped in front of them, flanked by four others. "After all, you might get lost. And we'd hate to have to find you again." Again? That thought momentarily froze Kara, before she brought her hands together in front of her chest, an orb of fire growing in between them. "Let us out." she said sweetly, smiling with her teeth gritted together. Veera jerked her thumb back at the roiling mass of bodies behind them. "That mob." She replied, ducking through the swinging door of an inn, and, ignoring the cowering people in the corner, strode through towards the back door, exiting into a courtyard. "Which I am not sticking around to play with." She looked over the wall of the back courtyard, debating. "Are you a risk taker?" She asked Veilen.
Teliana whirled around, her hand going to her dagger as the man stepped towards her. "I would hope there are such creatures, I'm looking for them." she said after a pause, her stance relaxing slightly, hand still on the blade's handle. "What would you be doing here?" Perhaps they shared a goal. The thought was fleeting, but she couldn't help but hope for some sort of human contact. Such a thing was hard to maintain in the wilds of strange worlds, where sometimes she couldn't speak the language or even find another living soul.
Basically like a human being killed by an ant with inferior reflexes and a gun.
All hail the mighty pancreas!
Will you ever become Man Wonder?
Veera felt herself yanked back, halting her attack on the Prince. She turned to find herself held by the giant robot that had originally defended the girl. As he began lecturing her on manners, Requiem came to her rescue, making a gesture to turn back as he busied himself with the other robot. Eyes glowing with the intensity of the battle, Veera began to speak to Requiem. "We must g-" She was cut off by a nearly inhuman scream. Kala was saved, first by a stranger, then by Timothy. She started to go towards Timothy, when a foreign figure shoved it's hand inside of Timothy's body and yanked on the wires. Timothy stalled, dropping the scary woman to the ground. Kala's vision narrowed to only the robot as she dropped to her knees, a scream ripping from her throat. The thing had hurt Timothy. Her Timothy, the one who stuck by her side through all this scary stuff, the one who decided she was worth saving. The only one who thought she was worth a damn. Her nails dug into the ground as her body quivered, the excess of power she hadn't felt in years building up until it exploded. She arched her back and unearthed a barely human cry, her spine lengthening and shifting, forcing her body to hunch over as her eyes glowed, canines elongating while her finger and toenails grew sharper, stronger, more predatory. "Mine." she hissed, crouching low to the ground. "Mine. MINE!" She launched herself at Requiem, claws outstretched towards her target.
Kara stared down at the box with a pleased smile. Wolfie had a good idea after all. She jumped as Shyra appeared, and scowled. "That's cute, but I got this. I'm keeping it, unless you got good reason for me to give it up." She retorted, clutching the treasures to her chest like they were precious babies. Except they were more precious then babies, to her at least. "If you want this, you're going to have to pry it from my cold dead hands." She retorted, getting to her feet. ~Timeskip~ Kara rubbed her swollen cheek, scowling as she stalked out of the bedroom, a small sack in her hands. In it was her portion of the gold, the part that Shyra hadn't managed to pry from her cold but only half dead hands, the wand and the ring. She would examine them later. She went and sat on the doorstep, her eye nearly swollen shut as she stared at the rising sun. Something moved to her left, and she blinked before whistling. "Way to go Wolfie!" Tessa yawned, rubbing her eyes with one hand before pressing her face into the other one. Except she couldn't feel her other arm. Must have gone numb, she thought to herself, raising her head up slightly to move her arm and allow the blood to recirculate. Except that when she tried to move it, it wouldn't change positions. Her real arm was pinned underneath her body, and she sat straight up, eyes widening as she realized what had inexplicably happened. Her head had been resting on Conrad's arm, with his other thrown over her waist. She backed up towards the edge of the tree line of the little hut, her eyes on the sleeping male before a whistle caught her attention, and Kara's voice rang out. Tessa scrambled out and brushed herself off, blushing furiously before pausing. "What happened to your face?" Tessa asked, staring for a moment at Kara. Perhaps those rooms hadn't been safe after all. "What's about to happen to yours if you ask me again." Kara retorted, glaring. "Anyway, I'm more interested in what you've been up to." She winked at Doe Eyes, who blushed once more. "Not a bad pick, though I wouldn't have minded having a go myself."
Veera wandered the streets of Oxenfurt. She hadn't found anyone she recognized yet, and while some of this filled her with relief, it also concerned her. She hadn't found Aaron yet either. She turned down a side street, frowning to herself and tapping her fingers on her crossed arms, when shouting echoed across the alleyway, bouncing off the stone walls. "By all the gods." She drew her silver and iron blade and raced towards the noise, only to find one man being pinned down by another. It was easy enough for her to understand a semblance of what was happening, but who was righteous here, and who was not was much harder to understand. "You'll get nothing from this man if you kill him." she said to Vyle, bracing herself for battle just in case this went wrong. "Explain to me what has happened and perhaps I will help you." Bryce nodded towards Willow, and then opened the door. One by one, five cloaked figures entered the room. "There's been a development. I am going to go into hiding until it is time to march to the battlefield. Two of the finest swords are to stay by my side, and the rest of you will disperse to ready those who are ready to fight. We will leave at dawn." He looked at each one with a soft smile. "I am touched by your loyalty, and I have faith that with you by my sides, we will win this fight, and those to come." Bowing to him, three of the cloaks turned to leave, while two came to stand at his side. Bryce nodded to each of them, grabbed his pack, and headed outside. It was a dangerous move, but it was only a short walk to his hiding place. He would indeed remain there, just in case Seth or Zack had the balls to come after him. Just in case Tessa had been alive to tell them. Just in case she survived. Spoiler "Wrong choice of wor-" Ana screamed again as the turka was shoved underneath a second nail. She lay on the table, panting as Milosh circled to the other side. She shuddered when Milosh's hands touched her face, but refused to turn and look at him. Yes, she wanted to go back. She wanted to go find Vyle and just leave and everything would be okay. But that was an already dead dream, killed the second she had been smuggled outside of Oxenfurt. "I'm sorry for what has been done to you." She whispered, gritting her teeth as the turka was placed underneath the next nail. The scream that tore from her throat didn't sound human, it wasn't a sound she would have thought could be produced by her own self. "His name is Solomon, he's a necromancer, he can raise the dead." She cried as she spoke, the tears leaving dust stained tracks down her face. I'm sorry Vyle.
"Easy for you guys to say." Tessa retorted through gritted teeth, whimpers slowly making their way out of her throat even after the old woman was done. "Fuck me." she whispered, sweat beading her forehead. People kept coming and going, and while Tessa couldn't keep track of them, she grabbed at Seth. We have to get away from here. Let's leave. Just go." We have to get away. She was sure Bryce had his reasons for hurting her, but she didn't want to be a part of it. She didn't want to see the pain reflected in his eyes, didn't want to have to hurt him, or him to hurt her. She felt panicked, and though it could be attributed to the trauma she had just experienced, she knew it wasn't it. She felt like she was losing control, or losing something. What it was, she didn't want to find out. All too soon, her time had run out. She had nearly fainted several times on the way to the room, her breath coming fast and her vision blurring. It was the panic, the flight or fight response, but the dimiterium kept her from doing either. She didn't struggle against her chains, only stared up at the ceiling, where flecks of blood coated the walls. This entire room smelled of death to her, a promise of her own future. She took a deep breath, letting it hiss out between her teeth as it began. Milosh was a patient man, and it showed through his methods. (Milosh doesn't play nice, kiddies, proceed with caution) Spoiler For every cut, she pictured blue skies, or clear ocean waters, or the birds singing. Something happy, something peaceful. Pain was all in the mind, but she couldn't keep her mind occupied forever. As the turka was slipped underneath her nail, Teliana closed her eyes. "Don't know Archon. Never much cared for his methods." She said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "You didn't keep your promise, you were supposed to let him g-" her words were broken apart as she screamed, the tool doing what it was made for as her fingernail was slowly torn from her middle finger. She didn't stop screaming until the deed was done, and lay there panting, sweat breaking out over her forehead. Only nine more to go. She almost laughed, but it was replaced with a soft sob instead as she opened her eyes once more to stare at the ceiling, wishing the gods would see fit to force it to collapse down upon her. She wouldn't be able to keep from telling him for forever. Swallowing, she turned her face away, shutting her eyes once more as a solitary tear drifted down her cheek. Eventually, she would give in. But the pain wouldn't stop until he wanted it to stop. And men like him never stopped hurting others.
