AIM Log 03-24-11 Arawn and Claire: Awarn kidnaps Claire
Claire gets kidnapped by Arawn while heading home from the BPRD and this is what follows, right after they enter Fae and he takes her to his place.
((Unbeta'd, any mistakes are ours. But largely Kelsie's. j/k <3))
Claire: W - let me go! *struggling to get away*
Arawn: *holds on tightly to her arm, guiding her through the hallways into the dungeons. The Brother and his son are held in a different part of the large property, but never far from Arawn's mind; this girl, though, Belenus' chosen Knight - so weak, so fiery in spirit but completely incapable - she would prove useful in the swaying of his own Knight and the total destruction of his brother's Knight of Air.* Be calm, young one. You are safe so long as you hold your tongue.
Claire: Then take me back and let me go. *refuses to be silent, looking around her for a way to get away, waiting for a chance to break away from him. She doesn't even know who he is, but she has a very bad feeling and she wants to get away* I don't even know who you are, or what this place is, or why I'm here. Why should I be calm?
Arawn: Because my goal is not to harm you, sweet child. *guides her into a room that has only shackles and a door, smiling* And because it does not matter how loud you scream; your cries will fall on deaf ears.
Claire: *shivers upon seeing the room, her blood running cold and her feet locking up, refusing to move, to work* What are you going to do to me, if your goal is not to harm me?
Arawn: *he forces her into the room with minimal effort - something that would be astounding for a man his size, were he a mere mortal - and closes the door behind him* Fear not, young one. You are safe here. Now, if you decide to scream, there will be consequences, but respect will earn your safety.
Claire: *surprised by his strength, only now really taking notice of him and his appearance, marveling just a little at how striking he looks* *repeats her earlier question* What are you going to do to me? *quickly learns she can't exactly overpower him, but that doesn't stop her from trying to get away still*
Arawn: I was only intending to keep you here, but you are testing my patience, child. *digs his fingers into her arm* That is not something I would recommend doing; few who choose to do it survive long.
Claire: *winces just a little, not from actual pain but from instinct* I can't die. You know that, right? It doesn't really matter what you do. *doesn't realize that's sort of asking for it, but she's new to this torture thing*
Arawn: *smirks* I hoped you would confirm rather than dispell that rumor. Thank you. Now, be rid of your clothes; I have something far more appropriate for you.
Claire: No! I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you or anyone else! *makes a mental note that he doesn't know that much about her, hoping to be able to use that to her advantage later on - not that she wants there to be a later on, but.*
Arawn: *put-upon sigh* You really don't want to make this more difficult than it has to be, Claire.
Claire: *distracts!* You haven't told me your name.
Arawn: My name is immaterial. Remove your clothes or they will be removed for you. *sword cane in hand, revealing the glinting iron with its intricate design on the blade*
Claire: You know my name. I think it's fair I know yours. *eyes the sword cane, breathing just a little heavier now, faltering*
Arawn: *he smirks, stepping closer to her with the sword held by the handle in his hand, its cane sheath discarded near the door* That would prove counterproductive, my dear. Bare yourself; I will not ask you again.
Claire: No. I won't. I refuse. *backs away as much as she can, trying her best to ignore the sword now, bracing herself for what she's sure will come*
Arawn: Fine. *with a single, fluid motion, too fast for the human eye to see, he cuts away the fabric of Claire's top and bra, pale gaze meeting hers evenly* Now look, you've cost yourself a fine article of clothing. *Actually he's repulsed by the fabric and color, but because he's mocking her, he can get away with it; his lips curve into a sneer, features darkening* I offer you sanctuary if you only yield, child.
Claire: *her cheeks turn red, the cool air hitting her hard, and she tries to cover herself, arms around her chest as she tries to make herself smaller, no longer fighting him as hard* Sanctuary? I don't need sanctuary. I'm fine. *she's trying for confident, even cocky, but she knows her voice is shaky at best now, his dark features not helping her in the least, on top of being, well, topless*
Arawn: No, you are not fine. And should you choose to continue down this path, you will not be fine for a very long while. Remove your remaining clothing or far more damage will come to you.
Claire: What can you do to hurt me? I can't die. I can't be hurt. I can't even feel pain! You don't scare me. Just...just let me go. *she's lying when she says he doesn't scare her, but he doesn't need to know that*
Arawn: *he laughs, a throaty, velvety sound that echoes off the walls of the small room* Claire,
Claire, you underestimate me. I can taste your fear, sweet as the finest candy, and I've made more powerful men than you beg for death; they didn't believe themselves capable of experiencing pain either.
Claire: But I'm not giving into that fear. *said quite firmly, getting just a little bit of her confidence back* But I physically can't feel pain. You could run me through with your sword and it would only tickle.
Arawn: We shall certainly see. *cuts away her pants with a movement not unlike the first*
Claire: *soft gasp, swallowing hard and struggling not to turn red, not to be embarrassed* Let me go.
Arawn: Another counterproductive request. You are so very clueless, my dear. No matter. Your eyes will be opened soon enough.
Claire: What do you want with me? Why am I here? And who are you? *all questions she's already asked, all to distract her from the fact that she's naked and trying not to shake*
Arawn: Worry not. Focus on the lax nature of your tongue, and tighten it, lest you find yourself without it in the near future. *he drags the tip of the sword down the flat plane of her belly, smirking still; it's not enough to even break skin, much less hurt*
Claire: I'm pretty sure it would grow back. *can't resist the shot, feeling angry and afraid, shivering, gaze going from him to the sword as it trails down her stomach*
Arawn: Then I can remove it again. I have all the time in the world to mold you into what I need you to be.
Claire: Which is what? *voice drops, morbidly curious and a little afraid, really realizing for the first time that she might be stuck here for a while*
Arawn: *amused look* Oh...dear girl, you have much left to learn.
Claire: I don't think I'm gonna like learning this, am I?
Arawn: It is very unlikely.
Claire: Are you going to leave me naked? *gives up trying to cover herself, still cold and on the verge of shaking*
Arawn: No, of course not. *tosses her a burlap sack with arm and head holes cut in it; it's just long enough to cover her private bits*
Claire: ...You're not serious?
Arawn: Deadly so.
Claire: *glances at him, silent; isn't going to fight putting it on because it's better than being naked, but not by much*
Arawn: *waits for her to put it on before sheathing his sword cane* Smart girl. *a wave of his hand creates a very realistic illusion of her hands being shackled* Come along.
Claire: I'm not a slave. *because it's the first thought that comes to mind, and it makes her stomach turn, makes her want to cry, but she follows him, looking around*
Arawn: No...you are far more important than a mere slave. *Pushes open another door, pushing a
button on the outside that illuminates the inside; it's a dark, empty room with metal walls and floors and no windows; it's significantly colder in there, too* In you go.
Claire: *cringes when she sees the room, shaking now, but not quite uncontrollably so, not yet* You can't keep me in there. There's nothing...
Arawn: I said in. Do you want to be pushed in forcibly?
Claire: N-no.
Arawn: Then go.
Claire: *looks at the room, then at him* Just take me back. Whatever you want can't be worth this.
Arawn: It's very worth it. In you go, or I force you in. There is no other option.
Claire: *sighs and closes her eyes, then goes in, turning to glare at him*
Arawn: Sleep peacefully. *closes the door behind her and pushes the button, leaving her in complete
darkness and cold in a soundproof room where nothing can get to her*
Claire: *a little surprised by his parting words, but quickly snaps out of it and bangs on the door once, twice, before backing away, wrapping her arms around herself and shaking, cold and alone*
Arawn: *assigns a couple of his personal guards to keep watch at the door, going to attend to other things, like the Brother; he'll let Claire discover how alone she is before playing with her more*
Claire: *explores the boundaries of the room as best she can, trying to feel for a way out, before growing tired and curling up on the floor, fading in and out of consciousness - as close to sleep as she'll get right now*
((Unbeta'd, any mistakes are ours. But largely Kelsie's. j/k <3))
Claire: W - let me go! *struggling to get away*
Arawn: *holds on tightly to her arm, guiding her through the hallways into the dungeons. The Brother and his son are held in a different part of the large property, but never far from Arawn's mind; this girl, though, Belenus' chosen Knight - so weak, so fiery in spirit but completely incapable - she would prove useful in the swaying of his own Knight and the total destruction of his brother's Knight of Air.* Be calm, young one. You are safe so long as you hold your tongue.
Claire: Then take me back and let me go. *refuses to be silent, looking around her for a way to get away, waiting for a chance to break away from him. She doesn't even know who he is, but she has a very bad feeling and she wants to get away* I don't even know who you are, or what this place is, or why I'm here. Why should I be calm?
Arawn: Because my goal is not to harm you, sweet child. *guides her into a room that has only shackles and a door, smiling* And because it does not matter how loud you scream; your cries will fall on deaf ears.
Claire: *shivers upon seeing the room, her blood running cold and her feet locking up, refusing to move, to work* What are you going to do to me, if your goal is not to harm me?
Arawn: *he forces her into the room with minimal effort - something that would be astounding for a man his size, were he a mere mortal - and closes the door behind him* Fear not, young one. You are safe here. Now, if you decide to scream, there will be consequences, but respect will earn your safety.
Claire: *surprised by his strength, only now really taking notice of him and his appearance, marveling just a little at how striking he looks* *repeats her earlier question* What are you going to do to me? *quickly learns she can't exactly overpower him, but that doesn't stop her from trying to get away still*
Arawn: I was only intending to keep you here, but you are testing my patience, child. *digs his fingers into her arm* That is not something I would recommend doing; few who choose to do it survive long.
Claire: *winces just a little, not from actual pain but from instinct* I can't die. You know that, right? It doesn't really matter what you do. *doesn't realize that's sort of asking for it, but she's new to this torture thing*
Arawn: *smirks* I hoped you would confirm rather than dispell that rumor. Thank you. Now, be rid of your clothes; I have something far more appropriate for you.
Claire: No! I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you or anyone else! *makes a mental note that he doesn't know that much about her, hoping to be able to use that to her advantage later on - not that she wants there to be a later on, but.*
Arawn: *put-upon sigh* You really don't want to make this more difficult than it has to be, Claire.
Claire: *distracts!* You haven't told me your name.
Arawn: My name is immaterial. Remove your clothes or they will be removed for you. *sword cane in hand, revealing the glinting iron with its intricate design on the blade*
Claire: You know my name. I think it's fair I know yours. *eyes the sword cane, breathing just a little heavier now, faltering*
Arawn: *he smirks, stepping closer to her with the sword held by the handle in his hand, its cane sheath discarded near the door* That would prove counterproductive, my dear. Bare yourself; I will not ask you again.
Claire: No. I won't. I refuse. *backs away as much as she can, trying her best to ignore the sword now, bracing herself for what she's sure will come*
Arawn: Fine. *with a single, fluid motion, too fast for the human eye to see, he cuts away the fabric of Claire's top and bra, pale gaze meeting hers evenly* Now look, you've cost yourself a fine article of clothing. *Actually he's repulsed by the fabric and color, but because he's mocking her, he can get away with it; his lips curve into a sneer, features darkening* I offer you sanctuary if you only yield, child.
Claire: *her cheeks turn red, the cool air hitting her hard, and she tries to cover herself, arms around her chest as she tries to make herself smaller, no longer fighting him as hard* Sanctuary? I don't need sanctuary. I'm fine. *she's trying for confident, even cocky, but she knows her voice is shaky at best now, his dark features not helping her in the least, on top of being, well, topless*
Arawn: No, you are not fine. And should you choose to continue down this path, you will not be fine for a very long while. Remove your remaining clothing or far more damage will come to you.
Claire: What can you do to hurt me? I can't die. I can't be hurt. I can't even feel pain! You don't scare me. Just...just let me go. *she's lying when she says he doesn't scare her, but he doesn't need to know that*
Arawn: *he laughs, a throaty, velvety sound that echoes off the walls of the small room* Claire,
Claire, you underestimate me. I can taste your fear, sweet as the finest candy, and I've made more powerful men than you beg for death; they didn't believe themselves capable of experiencing pain either.
Claire: But I'm not giving into that fear. *said quite firmly, getting just a little bit of her confidence back* But I physically can't feel pain. You could run me through with your sword and it would only tickle.
Arawn: We shall certainly see. *cuts away her pants with a movement not unlike the first*
Claire: *soft gasp, swallowing hard and struggling not to turn red, not to be embarrassed* Let me go.
Arawn: Another counterproductive request. You are so very clueless, my dear. No matter. Your eyes will be opened soon enough.
Claire: What do you want with me? Why am I here? And who are you? *all questions she's already asked, all to distract her from the fact that she's naked and trying not to shake*
Arawn: Worry not. Focus on the lax nature of your tongue, and tighten it, lest you find yourself without it in the near future. *he drags the tip of the sword down the flat plane of her belly, smirking still; it's not enough to even break skin, much less hurt*
Claire: I'm pretty sure it would grow back. *can't resist the shot, feeling angry and afraid, shivering, gaze going from him to the sword as it trails down her stomach*
Arawn: Then I can remove it again. I have all the time in the world to mold you into what I need you to be.
Claire: Which is what? *voice drops, morbidly curious and a little afraid, really realizing for the first time that she might be stuck here for a while*
Arawn: *amused look* Oh...dear girl, you have much left to learn.
Claire: I don't think I'm gonna like learning this, am I?
Arawn: It is very unlikely.
Claire: Are you going to leave me naked? *gives up trying to cover herself, still cold and on the verge of shaking*
Arawn: No, of course not. *tosses her a burlap sack with arm and head holes cut in it; it's just long enough to cover her private bits*
Claire: ...You're not serious?
Arawn: Deadly so.
Claire: *glances at him, silent; isn't going to fight putting it on because it's better than being naked, but not by much*
Arawn: *waits for her to put it on before sheathing his sword cane* Smart girl. *a wave of his hand creates a very realistic illusion of her hands being shackled* Come along.
Claire: I'm not a slave. *because it's the first thought that comes to mind, and it makes her stomach turn, makes her want to cry, but she follows him, looking around*
Arawn: No...you are far more important than a mere slave. *Pushes open another door, pushing a
button on the outside that illuminates the inside; it's a dark, empty room with metal walls and floors and no windows; it's significantly colder in there, too* In you go.
Claire: *cringes when she sees the room, shaking now, but not quite uncontrollably so, not yet* You can't keep me in there. There's nothing...
Arawn: I said in. Do you want to be pushed in forcibly?
Claire: N-no.
Arawn: Then go.
Claire: *looks at the room, then at him* Just take me back. Whatever you want can't be worth this.
Arawn: It's very worth it. In you go, or I force you in. There is no other option.
Claire: *sighs and closes her eyes, then goes in, turning to glare at him*
Arawn: Sleep peacefully. *closes the door behind her and pushes the button, leaving her in complete
darkness and cold in a soundproof room where nothing can get to her*
Claire: *a little surprised by his parting words, but quickly snaps out of it and bangs on the door once, twice, before backing away, wrapping her arms around herself and shaking, cold and alone*
Arawn: *assigns a couple of his personal guards to keep watch at the door, going to attend to other things, like the Brother; he'll let Claire discover how alone she is before playing with her more*
Claire: *explores the boundaries of the room as best she can, trying to feel for a way out, before growing tired and curling up on the floor, fading in and out of consciousness - as close to sleep as she'll get right now*