Four months after Fandom
Isabel woke up to darkness. Complete, utter, cannot see a hand in front of your face blackness. She stretched gingerly, checking for injuries, relieved when the most she could find was a bump on her head.
The last thing she remembered was getting a briefing about the raid they were going to conduct from one of the Royalist commanders. It wasn't that big a leap to assume that something had gone wrong.
Some careful crawling about helped her discover that she was in a small cell, about eight foot square. Feeling the walls helped her find what she thought was the door, but despite repeated efforts she couldn't get it to unlock using her powers. Examining the corners of the room looking for a vent, a duct or anything that could possibly used for a weapon, Isabel found only a thin pillow and blanket. After another hour of fruitless searching, she settled in the corner furthest from the door and tried to make herself comfortable while she waited for what would happen next.
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From his place at the bedside, Nicholas watched as Kivar adjusted one of the electrodes attached to an unconscious Isabel. "There are other ways to break her. Ways that would certainly work faster and be more fun." Kivar turned his attention to one of the monitors and Nicholas took the opportunity to trail his finger down Isabel's arm.
"You always were a brute Nicholas," Kivar replied, piercing him with a look as he turned around. Nicholas pulled his hand away and stepped back. "No, it's much better this way. By the time I'm done, she'll come to me willingly."
[NFB for distance. As much as she'd love a rescue party no IC interaction possible. OOC is love.]
The last thing she remembered was getting a briefing about the raid they were going to conduct from one of the Royalist commanders. It wasn't that big a leap to assume that something had gone wrong.
Some careful crawling about helped her discover that she was in a small cell, about eight foot square. Feeling the walls helped her find what she thought was the door, but despite repeated efforts she couldn't get it to unlock using her powers. Examining the corners of the room looking for a vent, a duct or anything that could possibly used for a weapon, Isabel found only a thin pillow and blanket. After another hour of fruitless searching, she settled in the corner furthest from the door and tried to make herself comfortable while she waited for what would happen next.
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From his place at the bedside, Nicholas watched as Kivar adjusted one of the electrodes attached to an unconscious Isabel. "There are other ways to break her. Ways that would certainly work faster and be more fun." Kivar turned his attention to one of the monitors and Nicholas took the opportunity to trail his finger down Isabel's arm.
"You always were a brute Nicholas," Kivar replied, piercing him with a look as he turned around. Nicholas pulled his hand away and stepped back. "No, it's much better this way. By the time I'm done, she'll come to me willingly."
[NFB for distance. As much as she'd love a rescue party no IC interaction possible. OOC is love.]