For the Warlord Prince
Log under the cut, warning for graphic, blood and death.
Ilse: *is a pretty young artist's model Bohemian German girl*
PrincePaul: *looking for someone to hurt. :D*
Sirius: *floppity onna couch*
PrincePaul: *goes over to see Ilse* Hello. *smiiirk*
Ilse: *brightly* Hello.
PrincePaul: Aren't you lovely. *touches her face*
Ilse: *flinches a little, surprised, but is actually quite used to it* Thank you.
PrincePaul: Defenseless. *smirks, hand dropping down to her breast*
Sirius: *bored and is apparently transfiguring feathers from the pillows on the couch into butterflies*
Ilse: .......
PrincePaul: Aren't you? *hand goes LOWER*
Ilse: Oh --
Sirius: *will notice if Ilse says something, probably. And will be dashing and such*
PrincePaul: And I did promise the Warlord Prince a stack of bodies...
Ilse: *blinks and squirms, confused*
Sirius: *hears that and looks up with a frown* Oi. *to Ilse* He bothering you?
PrincePaul: Yes. *smirks at Sirius* I am.
Sirius: *frowns deeper* Bugger off, mate. Leave the girl alone.
PrincePaul: *draws a dagger out of his boot, placing it neatly at Ilse's throat*
Sirius: *and wand at the ready* Put it down. I can hex you senseless.
PrincePaul: And I can leave her dead. *uses his other hand, since he cleverly drew the dagger with his left, to point his spare gun at Sirius*
Sirius: ........*doesn't know how to handle guns. Pureblood wizard, y'know* *nervously* Just let her go.
PrincePaul: Afraid that's not interesting to me. Drop your stick and I'll let her live, how's that sound.
Ilse: *trembling, yes*
Sirius: *uncertain, but...* Okay. I'm putting down my wand, you let her go. Alright?
PrincePaul: I'll let her live. When I'm done with her.
Sirius: *clenches his jaw* Let her go now.
PrincePaul: *smirk* No. Now drop the stick.
PrincePaul: You're going to die either way. But with your obedience she can live.
Ilse: *can speak, believe it or not* Please...
PrincePaul: Be more specific.
Sirius: *taken aback by that. But.... well, he doesn't want her to die. He's a nice guy like that* *NOT SHAKING A BIT, RLY* O-okay. *puts it down slowly, trying to gauge if he can hex him without hurting Ilse. Can't - wrong angle*
PrincePaul: Good boy. *smirk*
Ilse: What is it you want?
Sirius: *snarls a bit. Oh, Doggyness.* *wonders if he'd have a better chance as Padfoot*
PrincePaul: A stack of bodies. Either of you know where I can find a certain pretty Warlord Prince?
Ilse: I don't understand.
Sirius: Don't know. Don't care.
PrincePaul: Then don't worry, pretty. *gropes Ilse again, and then beckons to Sirius*
Sirius: *growl* What?
PrincePaul: Come closer. *still pointing gun at him*
Sirius: *comes slowly*
PrincePaul: *smirks, not moving, keeping the gun straight out* Closer.
PrincePaul: *wants him to stand straight against the gun*
Sirius: *flickers his gaze over to Ilse, and steps forward again. About two inches away from the gun*
Ilse: *has been held at gunpoint multiple times, but never at knifepoint! :D*
PrincePaul: *smiiiirk* Closer.
Ilse: He's close enough, I think.
PrincePaul: *and this is the same old-fashioned, heavy-duty gun that he used on Alexis--it only has one shot, but it'll put a HOLE in someone* Closer.
Sirius: *grits his teeth and takes one more step, his chest butting up against the gun*
PrincePaul: *fires, then steps back, releasing Ilse at the same time*
Ilse: */screams/*
Sirius: *and this is a very shocked face for a moment, and then crumpling*
PrincePaul: *smirks, and begins to reload his gun*
Sirius: *actually somehow keeps breathing for a moment. 'cause... who the hell knows. It missed his heart, I suppose. Barely. He'll be dead in a minute. Two at the most*
Ilse: No! No! *starts beating at Paul*
PrincePaul: *shoves her to the floor, finishes loading his gun*
Sirius: *one last shuddering breath and... well, bye-bye, Sirius*
PrincePaul: So. *smirks and points the gun at her* Want to live?
Ilse: *curls up on the floor and whimpers*
Sirius: *oooo, blood pool!*
PrincePaul: Apparently not. *dips his hand in that lovely pool of blood and begins to write on the wall*
Ilse: ... You're mad.
Sirius: *would agree, were he alive*
PrincePaul: That's a common opinion. *continues writing-- "For... the... warl--"
Ilse: *stares*
PrincePaul: Don't worry, I'll get to you soon.
Ilse: I don't doubt it.
PrincePaul: *keeps writing* "For the Warlord Prince"
Ilse: Who is that?
PrincePaul: He took my gun.
Ilse: You have one.
PrincePaul: My favorite gun.
PrincePaul: Now, about you. *grabs her with bloody hands*
Ilse: *gasps a little*
PrincePaul: *pushes her up against the wall* How to send my message. Hm. If only I had a larger knife.
Ilse: Umph! *kicks at him*
PrincePaul: *discourages that with a hand on her throat, then stabs her in the shoulder* Stay still if you want to live.
Ilse: *cries out and sags against the wall, shaking*
PrincePaul: Like this, I think. *pushes her onto her knees, keeping her back against the wall, then takes her hand (not the shoulder he stabbed), and holds it high above her head, stabbing through it and effectively nailing her to the wall*
Ilse: *oh, holy shit ow*
PrincePaul: Give my regards to the Warlord Prince. *walks out*
Sirius: *so dead. Really*
Ilse: *passes out, because OW*
Open to anyone who would like to help/rescue Ilse, or join Daemon in hunting down Paul.
Ilse: *is a pretty young artist's model Bohemian German girl*
PrincePaul: *looking for someone to hurt. :D*
Sirius: *floppity onna couch*
PrincePaul: *goes over to see Ilse* Hello. *smiiirk*
Ilse: *brightly* Hello.
PrincePaul: Aren't you lovely. *touches her face*
Ilse: *flinches a little, surprised, but is actually quite used to it* Thank you.
PrincePaul: Defenseless. *smirks, hand dropping down to her breast*
Sirius: *bored and is apparently transfiguring feathers from the pillows on the couch into butterflies*
Ilse: .......
PrincePaul: Aren't you? *hand goes LOWER*
Ilse: Oh --
Sirius: *will notice if Ilse says something, probably. And will be dashing and such*
PrincePaul: And I did promise the Warlord Prince a stack of bodies...
Ilse: *blinks and squirms, confused*
Sirius: *hears that and looks up with a frown* Oi. *to Ilse* He bothering you?
PrincePaul: Yes. *smirks at Sirius* I am.
Sirius: *frowns deeper* Bugger off, mate. Leave the girl alone.
PrincePaul: *draws a dagger out of his boot, placing it neatly at Ilse's throat*
Sirius: *and wand at the ready* Put it down. I can hex you senseless.
PrincePaul: And I can leave her dead. *uses his other hand, since he cleverly drew the dagger with his left, to point his spare gun at Sirius*
Sirius: ........*doesn't know how to handle guns. Pureblood wizard, y'know* *nervously* Just let her go.
PrincePaul: Afraid that's not interesting to me. Drop your stick and I'll let her live, how's that sound.
Ilse: *trembling, yes*
Sirius: *uncertain, but...* Okay. I'm putting down my wand, you let her go. Alright?
PrincePaul: I'll let her live. When I'm done with her.
Sirius: *clenches his jaw* Let her go now.
PrincePaul: *smirk* No. Now drop the stick.
PrincePaul: You're going to die either way. But with your obedience she can live.
Ilse: *can speak, believe it or not* Please...
PrincePaul: Be more specific.
Sirius: *taken aback by that. But.... well, he doesn't want her to die. He's a nice guy like that* *NOT SHAKING A BIT, RLY* O-okay. *puts it down slowly, trying to gauge if he can hex him without hurting Ilse. Can't - wrong angle*
PrincePaul: Good boy. *smirk*
Ilse: What is it you want?
Sirius: *snarls a bit. Oh, Doggyness.* *wonders if he'd have a better chance as Padfoot*
PrincePaul: A stack of bodies. Either of you know where I can find a certain pretty Warlord Prince?
Ilse: I don't understand.
Sirius: Don't know. Don't care.
PrincePaul: Then don't worry, pretty. *gropes Ilse again, and then beckons to Sirius*
Sirius: *growl* What?
PrincePaul: Come closer. *still pointing gun at him*
Sirius: *comes slowly*
PrincePaul: *smirks, not moving, keeping the gun straight out* Closer.
PrincePaul: *wants him to stand straight against the gun*
Sirius: *flickers his gaze over to Ilse, and steps forward again. About two inches away from the gun*
Ilse: *has been held at gunpoint multiple times, but never at knifepoint! :D*
PrincePaul: *smiiiirk* Closer.
Ilse: He's close enough, I think.
PrincePaul: *and this is the same old-fashioned, heavy-duty gun that he used on Alexis--it only has one shot, but it'll put a HOLE in someone* Closer.
Sirius: *grits his teeth and takes one more step, his chest butting up against the gun*
PrincePaul: *fires, then steps back, releasing Ilse at the same time*
Ilse: */screams/*
Sirius: *and this is a very shocked face for a moment, and then crumpling*
PrincePaul: *smirks, and begins to reload his gun*
Sirius: *actually somehow keeps breathing for a moment. 'cause... who the hell knows. It missed his heart, I suppose. Barely. He'll be dead in a minute. Two at the most*
Ilse: No! No! *starts beating at Paul*
PrincePaul: *shoves her to the floor, finishes loading his gun*
Sirius: *one last shuddering breath and... well, bye-bye, Sirius*
PrincePaul: So. *smirks and points the gun at her* Want to live?
Ilse: *curls up on the floor and whimpers*
Sirius: *oooo, blood pool!*
PrincePaul: Apparently not. *dips his hand in that lovely pool of blood and begins to write on the wall*
Ilse: ... You're mad.
Sirius: *would agree, were he alive*
PrincePaul: That's a common opinion. *continues writing-- "For... the... warl--"
Ilse: *stares*
PrincePaul: Don't worry, I'll get to you soon.
Ilse: I don't doubt it.
PrincePaul: *keeps writing* "For the Warlord Prince"
Ilse: Who is that?
PrincePaul: He took my gun.
Ilse: You have one.
PrincePaul: My favorite gun.
PrincePaul: Now, about you. *grabs her with bloody hands*
Ilse: *gasps a little*
PrincePaul: *pushes her up against the wall* How to send my message. Hm. If only I had a larger knife.
Ilse: Umph! *kicks at him*
PrincePaul: *discourages that with a hand on her throat, then stabs her in the shoulder* Stay still if you want to live.
Ilse: *cries out and sags against the wall, shaking*
PrincePaul: Like this, I think. *pushes her onto her knees, keeping her back against the wall, then takes her hand (not the shoulder he stabbed), and holds it high above her head, stabbing through it and effectively nailing her to the wall*
Ilse: *oh, holy shit ow*
PrincePaul: Give my regards to the Warlord Prince. *walks out*
Sirius: *so dead. Really*
Ilse: *passes out, because OW*
Open to anyone who would like to help/rescue Ilse, or join Daemon in hunting down Paul.