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Who: Kieran, Az, Dawson, Gordon (briefly)
When: January 18th, 5 AM
Where: Side Room, Zero's Hideout
What: Trying to escape
"Will you shut up?" A voice questioned from the darkness where she happened to have been tossed, yes tossed, she wasn't stupid. Her arms hurt from where they had been scraped against the edge of the wall, her arms were tied together and the genius who decided to do that was going to be hung, even if it was Zero. With a growl of frustration she managed to move herself into the bit of light that was shining in the room and she noticed the person she was with was Azkadellia, ah fuck.
Why was she whimpering, just fucking use your magic idiot. With a roll of her eyes she worked on her wrists again, tugging them against the bindings, they weren't that tight and she knew that she could get out of them if she could get her wrists in the right position, they would slip away. It hadn't been Zero who'd done these knots, and not even Dawson because both of them knew how to do rope knots, so it was Roderick, if she had to guess.
Fucker had taken something to her head, probably his gun because Ozma she had a headache like never before, it sucked, she'd have to see about getting some kind of a pill, or maybe she could get Azkadellia to do something about it, if she would stop acting like such a damned four year old.
This was all a nightmare, a horrible, horrible nightmare. She had had them since the Eclipse, but they had changed when Jeb had told her Zero had been set free. Just like in her dreams Zero laughed as he shot Jeb, but even her nightmares had not contained a Fae looking to keep the man she loved as a pet. As a toy.
The sound of the Duchess coming awake...Kieran, she remembered, shook her slightly from her attempt at denial. She had never dreamed about being locked in a room with another person, at least not another woman who was also a captive. "It won’t help anything," she sniffed. Silent or screaming, they were not escaping from the middle of Zero’s hideout. Not with Fae magic backing him up.
Vaguely she wondered if the bracelet Glitch and his redhead Scraps had made would be of any use. Fae magic tended to...distort magic and technology around them. It was one of the reasons they were hard to fight against, the ones who did go bad.
Az herself did not know any defensive magic; she had just never learned it. Offensive black magic she knew, but would never touch again. She felt no desire to feel the slithering soft feel of taking someone else’s soul from them, leaving their body a dry husk.
With a roll of her eyes she felt one hand slipping free, just barely up onto the palm of her hand, but not enough to get herself out and then her out, which of course she needed to do if they were going to get DG. Now while she could appreciate the dark tastes of these men she knew first off that Azkadellia wouldn't, just look at her now she was a complete and utter wreck and it made her want to suddenly go deaf. "You're right, that whining and crying won't do anything besides have them fighting to see who gets to rape you and in what order, so knock it off."
Bracing her hands on the wall she rolled the rope around, hissing lightly as the rope burned into her wrists further, she was going to get an infection from this but damn if she'd let herself be tied like this. Kidnapped was one thing, and tied against her will was another, fucker would be feeling her wrath soon enough.
"Now, focus. You need to get your hands free from your bindings, do you understand?" Kieran questioned from her position as her eyes roamed over the Princess curiously.
Pulling her body up into a sitting position, coming to lean against the wall, Az knew that Kieran was telling the truth. And having suffered through Zero’s touch once before, she felt no need to allow the rabid Longcoats under his command have their hands on her. Without the Sorceress they considered her weak, prey, and they did love taking their time with their prey.
She should know, she had seen how some of them had been trained. The leaders were ruthless and cold, but the lower ranked they were, the more animalistic and feral they turned.
With a sniff, she twisted her hands experimentally in their bonds. Not tight, but stiff enough that it would hurt to merely pull them off. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and focused. Even with her emotions, and therefore her magic, erratic and all over the place, she was able to complete the relatively simple trick of undoing the rope knots.
Pulling her hands in front of her, she rubbed her slightly raw wrists with a small grimace. "I understand."
So it appeared that she was going to listen, which was a good thing, after all Kieran couldn't really fight off everyone. A good fighter, yes. A magic worker, no. When the woman’s hands came undone from her ropes she offered a small smile. That hurt so much but she couldn't say anything, because then the Princess would begin to once more freak out, and that would just make her want to knock the woman back out. It was very stupid that this once incredibly powerful woman was now such a weak person. You have magic for crying out loud, Azkadellia, learn to use it. "I've got mine..." She said as she ran her ropes up and down on the wall before managing to get them completely free.
"There's at least twenty of them, depending on how many are wounded or killed..." Kieran began as she looked around the room and moved towards her side, making sure that she had no real problems to walk. "You need to be very quiet, I can't help you get out if you alert everyone to what we're doing. You need to use your magic to knock the men out, okay?"
"Now what are you two talking about?" A male’s voice questioned as he entered the room with the two females, his eyes catching that Azkadellia's ropes had fallen and that Kieran was kneeling near the dark headed woman. "Oh now, don't tell me you're trying to get away girls, I don't think any of the men will like that little idea. We've got lots of plans for you two."
"I don’t know how to just...knock them out." Az tried to explain that magic was just not that easy. "They-they have Jeb, and I...I can’t focus." Magic always seemed so simple to those who have never had to use it. There were no preset settings, ‘knock unconscious,’ ‘maim,’ ‘kill,’ to her power. It was more of an energy use; it had to be controlled. Or it could do very horrific things to the user. "If I don’t focus, I could end up killing them, rather than simple rendering them unconscious." Or killing herself and the other woman if the magic was not properly directed.
Clapping her hands together without thinking, Az sent a burst of power at Gordon, just as she had to Jeb those weeks ago. Except instead of him falling down a small set of stairs, he was slammed backwards into the wall, his head making an odd thumping noise as it hit. Wide brown eyes stared at him, surprised at her own action, as the blonde man crumpled like a sack of potatoes in a long leather coat.
Dawson had been just behind Gordon, but ducked out of the way before the burst of magic hit his fellow longcoat/adversary. With a quick movement he grabbed her wrists with one hand and her throat with the other, squeezing tightly onto both. His expression was a mixture of cold amusement and lust as he stared at her, reminded so well of the Sorceress. "You and me are gonna have a hell of a fucking time Azkadellia."
Well well, she was able to knock him out that was good. But Kieran hadn't been considering the fact that the blond would be alone, and a second later Azkadellia had been grabbed by Dawson which made her bolt upwards from her position, "No, you won't." She corrected from her spot next to Azkadellia and Dawson, her fingers wrapping around the gun that was placed in his pants. Tugging it out she cocked it and aimed it underneath the side of his jaw with it aimed upwards. "Now, I know you never leave your gun un-loaded.." But that wasn't going to be enough to stop him, Kieran knew him far too well and his sexual appetite was extending and that, just would not do. Especially not with her, ever.
Now it was time for her little ultimatum, "It's either me, or you get fucking castrated in front of your subordinates." With that she pressed the gun a bit further against his skin, noting that he was probably going to strangle Azkadellia if he continued to grip her neck so tightly, "Let her go."
The grip on her throat made Az tried to pull her hands up to grab the one the Longcoat had at her neck. But his visegrip on her wrists only tightened further, painfully, and she stopped fighting. Just watched with wide eyes as her fellow captive stole the man’s gun. But the way she was speaking to him...she had to know him. And how by Ozma’s double rainbow did a Duchess of Ix know a highly ranked Longcoat?
She herself remembered seeing him, and the blonde before, but only passingly. The Witch had never bothered calling him by his name, only having ordered him with a pointed finger, or a look, and ‘You.’ Only Lonot and Zero had ranked high enough in both her esteem and her forces to be actually named. The rest were merely cannon fodder in her opinion, unless Zero had failed, and then he would have been replaced.
Dawson took his eyes off of the pale, tear-streaked woman he was partially lifting off the ground, to turn to the bronze beauty with his gun. "Is this your motherfucking modus operandi?" He asked, with a smirk. "Threatening the men who have shared your godsdamned bed with their own fucking guns?" She pressed the barrel into his jaw, and delivered that demand of hers. Even he knew that she would do it, unman him with his own boot knife if he pushed her. But that was not what she was saying, not exactly. She was saying her or nothing. The decision was surprisingly easy.
"Fine." He ground out, releasing the Princess, who stumbled but did not fall when her feet hit the floor. "Fuck," he cursed for good measure.
The Princess was scared out of her mind and she couldn't blame her, after all Dawson was seemingly holding all the cards with her, and Az refused to do much magic which made her even more helpless, just what the men wanted. Kieran already knew that some of them were probably planning on having her younger sister, but that was information that didn't need to be let out, if the woman was smart enough she could figure it out.
"It very well could be, but unlike my previous mistake with Zero, I'm not going to marry you." Kieran replied with just as much amusement in her tone as he was giving her. As Dawson dropped her down onto the ground she lowered the gun but far from let it drop or get back into his possession. "Good boy," Now it was time to mock him, as he had at the party. With a motion to her head she grinned, "I also have to pay you back for that."
Her hand at her throat, and having stepped out of reach of the man, Az froze to look at the woman she had thought was a fellow captive. But that was not possible, not if she had been married to Zero. In the past, it sounded like, but it was still a fact that changed everything. She had saved her from the Longcoat’s...attentions, but it was possible she was only toying with the Princess. A way to wring more pain and devastation out of her, they did seem to enjoy her tears after all.
"I should fucking hope not." Dawson grimaced, "I’d have to have to blow my fucking godsdamned brains out, dealing with your bitching and moaning for the rest of my guaran-fucking-teed short life." He paused, his frown turning to a smirk. "At least the moaning when we aren’t fucking eachother senseless."
Hazel eyes turned back to the woman who used to hold the Sorceress. He laughed at the betrayed and confused expression on her face as she stared at Kieran. "Aw, poor little fucking bitch of a Princess...did the mean little woman forget to tell you something? That she was here less than a full day ago, warming the fucking sheets?"
Dawson was such a reject at times, trying to place doubt into the Princesses' mind about things that Kieran had no idea was going to happen. "Oh please, you know as well as I do that if I knew you losers would have been there, I'd have called in IX guards to take you all down. Then I could have you as a pet," Her eyes turned once more towards Azkadellia as she rolled her eyes with the look she was given. "Even if I was a part of this, there's nothing anyone could do about it, it's called Diplomatic Immunity."
If Azkadellia was foolish enough to believe she was a part of any of their plans she was insane, because why would anyone want to get knocked unconscious with a gun to the head? Which reminded her, without warning she brought her hand across and hit Dawson in the head with the gun, not enough to knock him out but in a minor payback for his move earlier.
When: January 18th, 5 AM
Where: Side Room, Zero's Hideout
What: Trying to escape
"Will you shut up?" A voice questioned from the darkness where she happened to have been tossed, yes tossed, she wasn't stupid. Her arms hurt from where they had been scraped against the edge of the wall, her arms were tied together and the genius who decided to do that was going to be hung, even if it was Zero. With a growl of frustration she managed to move herself into the bit of light that was shining in the room and she noticed the person she was with was Azkadellia, ah fuck.
Why was she whimpering, just fucking use your magic idiot. With a roll of her eyes she worked on her wrists again, tugging them against the bindings, they weren't that tight and she knew that she could get out of them if she could get her wrists in the right position, they would slip away. It hadn't been Zero who'd done these knots, and not even Dawson because both of them knew how to do rope knots, so it was Roderick, if she had to guess.
Fucker had taken something to her head, probably his gun because Ozma she had a headache like never before, it sucked, she'd have to see about getting some kind of a pill, or maybe she could get Azkadellia to do something about it, if she would stop acting like such a damned four year old.
This was all a nightmare, a horrible, horrible nightmare. She had had them since the Eclipse, but they had changed when Jeb had told her Zero had been set free. Just like in her dreams Zero laughed as he shot Jeb, but even her nightmares had not contained a Fae looking to keep the man she loved as a pet. As a toy.
The sound of the Duchess coming awake...Kieran, she remembered, shook her slightly from her attempt at denial. She had never dreamed about being locked in a room with another person, at least not another woman who was also a captive. "It won’t help anything," she sniffed. Silent or screaming, they were not escaping from the middle of Zero’s hideout. Not with Fae magic backing him up.
Vaguely she wondered if the bracelet Glitch and his redhead Scraps had made would be of any use. Fae magic tended to...distort magic and technology around them. It was one of the reasons they were hard to fight against, the ones who did go bad.
Az herself did not know any defensive magic; she had just never learned it. Offensive black magic she knew, but would never touch again. She felt no desire to feel the slithering soft feel of taking someone else’s soul from them, leaving their body a dry husk.
With a roll of her eyes she felt one hand slipping free, just barely up onto the palm of her hand, but not enough to get herself out and then her out, which of course she needed to do if they were going to get DG. Now while she could appreciate the dark tastes of these men she knew first off that Azkadellia wouldn't, just look at her now she was a complete and utter wreck and it made her want to suddenly go deaf. "You're right, that whining and crying won't do anything besides have them fighting to see who gets to rape you and in what order, so knock it off."
Bracing her hands on the wall she rolled the rope around, hissing lightly as the rope burned into her wrists further, she was going to get an infection from this but damn if she'd let herself be tied like this. Kidnapped was one thing, and tied against her will was another, fucker would be feeling her wrath soon enough.
"Now, focus. You need to get your hands free from your bindings, do you understand?" Kieran questioned from her position as her eyes roamed over the Princess curiously.
Pulling her body up into a sitting position, coming to lean against the wall, Az knew that Kieran was telling the truth. And having suffered through Zero’s touch once before, she felt no need to allow the rabid Longcoats under his command have their hands on her. Without the Sorceress they considered her weak, prey, and they did love taking their time with their prey.
She should know, she had seen how some of them had been trained. The leaders were ruthless and cold, but the lower ranked they were, the more animalistic and feral they turned.
With a sniff, she twisted her hands experimentally in their bonds. Not tight, but stiff enough that it would hurt to merely pull them off. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and focused. Even with her emotions, and therefore her magic, erratic and all over the place, she was able to complete the relatively simple trick of undoing the rope knots.
Pulling her hands in front of her, she rubbed her slightly raw wrists with a small grimace. "I understand."
So it appeared that she was going to listen, which was a good thing, after all Kieran couldn't really fight off everyone. A good fighter, yes. A magic worker, no. When the woman’s hands came undone from her ropes she offered a small smile. That hurt so much but she couldn't say anything, because then the Princess would begin to once more freak out, and that would just make her want to knock the woman back out. It was very stupid that this once incredibly powerful woman was now such a weak person. You have magic for crying out loud, Azkadellia, learn to use it. "I've got mine..." She said as she ran her ropes up and down on the wall before managing to get them completely free.
"There's at least twenty of them, depending on how many are wounded or killed..." Kieran began as she looked around the room and moved towards her side, making sure that she had no real problems to walk. "You need to be very quiet, I can't help you get out if you alert everyone to what we're doing. You need to use your magic to knock the men out, okay?"
"Now what are you two talking about?" A male’s voice questioned as he entered the room with the two females, his eyes catching that Azkadellia's ropes had fallen and that Kieran was kneeling near the dark headed woman. "Oh now, don't tell me you're trying to get away girls, I don't think any of the men will like that little idea. We've got lots of plans for you two."
"I don’t know how to just...knock them out." Az tried to explain that magic was just not that easy. "They-they have Jeb, and I...I can’t focus." Magic always seemed so simple to those who have never had to use it. There were no preset settings, ‘knock unconscious,’ ‘maim,’ ‘kill,’ to her power. It was more of an energy use; it had to be controlled. Or it could do very horrific things to the user. "If I don’t focus, I could end up killing them, rather than simple rendering them unconscious." Or killing herself and the other woman if the magic was not properly directed.
Clapping her hands together without thinking, Az sent a burst of power at Gordon, just as she had to Jeb those weeks ago. Except instead of him falling down a small set of stairs, he was slammed backwards into the wall, his head making an odd thumping noise as it hit. Wide brown eyes stared at him, surprised at her own action, as the blonde man crumpled like a sack of potatoes in a long leather coat.
Dawson had been just behind Gordon, but ducked out of the way before the burst of magic hit his fellow longcoat/adversary. With a quick movement he grabbed her wrists with one hand and her throat with the other, squeezing tightly onto both. His expression was a mixture of cold amusement and lust as he stared at her, reminded so well of the Sorceress. "You and me are gonna have a hell of a fucking time Azkadellia."
Well well, she was able to knock him out that was good. But Kieran hadn't been considering the fact that the blond would be alone, and a second later Azkadellia had been grabbed by Dawson which made her bolt upwards from her position, "No, you won't." She corrected from her spot next to Azkadellia and Dawson, her fingers wrapping around the gun that was placed in his pants. Tugging it out she cocked it and aimed it underneath the side of his jaw with it aimed upwards. "Now, I know you never leave your gun un-loaded.." But that wasn't going to be enough to stop him, Kieran knew him far too well and his sexual appetite was extending and that, just would not do. Especially not with her, ever.
Now it was time for her little ultimatum, "It's either me, or you get fucking castrated in front of your subordinates." With that she pressed the gun a bit further against his skin, noting that he was probably going to strangle Azkadellia if he continued to grip her neck so tightly, "Let her go."
The grip on her throat made Az tried to pull her hands up to grab the one the Longcoat had at her neck. But his visegrip on her wrists only tightened further, painfully, and she stopped fighting. Just watched with wide eyes as her fellow captive stole the man’s gun. But the way she was speaking to him...she had to know him. And how by Ozma’s double rainbow did a Duchess of Ix know a highly ranked Longcoat?
She herself remembered seeing him, and the blonde before, but only passingly. The Witch had never bothered calling him by his name, only having ordered him with a pointed finger, or a look, and ‘You.’ Only Lonot and Zero had ranked high enough in both her esteem and her forces to be actually named. The rest were merely cannon fodder in her opinion, unless Zero had failed, and then he would have been replaced.
Dawson took his eyes off of the pale, tear-streaked woman he was partially lifting off the ground, to turn to the bronze beauty with his gun. "Is this your motherfucking modus operandi?" He asked, with a smirk. "Threatening the men who have shared your godsdamned bed with their own fucking guns?" She pressed the barrel into his jaw, and delivered that demand of hers. Even he knew that she would do it, unman him with his own boot knife if he pushed her. But that was not what she was saying, not exactly. She was saying her or nothing. The decision was surprisingly easy.
"Fine." He ground out, releasing the Princess, who stumbled but did not fall when her feet hit the floor. "Fuck," he cursed for good measure.
The Princess was scared out of her mind and she couldn't blame her, after all Dawson was seemingly holding all the cards with her, and Az refused to do much magic which made her even more helpless, just what the men wanted. Kieran already knew that some of them were probably planning on having her younger sister, but that was information that didn't need to be let out, if the woman was smart enough she could figure it out.
"It very well could be, but unlike my previous mistake with Zero, I'm not going to marry you." Kieran replied with just as much amusement in her tone as he was giving her. As Dawson dropped her down onto the ground she lowered the gun but far from let it drop or get back into his possession. "Good boy," Now it was time to mock him, as he had at the party. With a motion to her head she grinned, "I also have to pay you back for that."
Her hand at her throat, and having stepped out of reach of the man, Az froze to look at the woman she had thought was a fellow captive. But that was not possible, not if she had been married to Zero. In the past, it sounded like, but it was still a fact that changed everything. She had saved her from the Longcoat’s...attentions, but it was possible she was only toying with the Princess. A way to wring more pain and devastation out of her, they did seem to enjoy her tears after all.
"I should fucking hope not." Dawson grimaced, "I’d have to have to blow my fucking godsdamned brains out, dealing with your bitching and moaning for the rest of my guaran-fucking-teed short life." He paused, his frown turning to a smirk. "At least the moaning when we aren’t fucking eachother senseless."
Hazel eyes turned back to the woman who used to hold the Sorceress. He laughed at the betrayed and confused expression on her face as she stared at Kieran. "Aw, poor little fucking bitch of a Princess...did the mean little woman forget to tell you something? That she was here less than a full day ago, warming the fucking sheets?"
Dawson was such a reject at times, trying to place doubt into the Princesses' mind about things that Kieran had no idea was going to happen. "Oh please, you know as well as I do that if I knew you losers would have been there, I'd have called in IX guards to take you all down. Then I could have you as a pet," Her eyes turned once more towards Azkadellia as she rolled her eyes with the look she was given. "Even if I was a part of this, there's nothing anyone could do about it, it's called Diplomatic Immunity."
If Azkadellia was foolish enough to believe she was a part of any of their plans she was insane, because why would anyone want to get knocked unconscious with a gun to the head? Which reminded her, without warning she brought her hand across and hit Dawson in the head with the gun, not enough to knock him out but in a minor payback for his move earlier.