This is the death of beauty; the doves have died

[thepull_npc]

Who: Cultists, The Kidnapped, The Rescue Crew, Oh My!
When: Wednesday, Before 5pm
Where: 4 Locations, to be described in further detail below. OH LOOK, THERE'S A HANDY DANDY MAP OF THE RITUAL SITES!
Summary: The core must be awakened? Not today, Siren's Port. Newcomers are saved from a ritual sacrifice.
Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, Occult

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North Site: Sector 4

[thepull_npc]

Fang, Akira, Veser and one Unknown are in an old cottage antique shop basement, just north of Sector 4.

[revealedfangs]

"Possibly the one with the most guards around them?" He suggested from his own location.

[revealedfangs]

Fang sighed, "They're not going to listen." But he can't help but try: "You'll save yourselves a lot of grief if you just let us go now."

[revealedfangs]

"What does a full moon have to do with it? If anything, I'd be glad to have my sword back. Where do you suppose our NVs have been hidden, by the way?"

[thepull_npc]

Several of the cultists shot him withering glances, and one (in a surprisingly young voice), dared to ask in a surly mumble if it would be okay if they just gagged that one again.

[revealedfangs]

Fang's preperation started not long after Akira's. "This would have gone much faster if you had let me move on my own, gentlemen." He was hardly concerned about the bloodletting ritual. Let them cut him open or even remove his heart if they wanted; it still wouldn't kill him properly. It'd still hurt, but he'd still eventually regenerate.

With the bandages replaced, he could only watch Akira with one eye as two cultists dragged him over to the altar. The boy Veser and that unknown person were no longer in his view. He waited when the werewolf made his move to strike; if that was the cultist who was was keeping them immobile getting knifed, Fang would move to shove his weight and knock one of the cultists holding him aside once the powers keeping him immobile were lifted.

[revealedfangs]

"And I thought that the cultists back home were a strange lot." At least Lily is not here...

It's really the only thing that he can be thankful for. Now if only he could get these damn bandages off his face. Then he could at least see out of both eyes.

(OOC: Fang is just going to be pretty chill throughout this until rescues start happening. He'll try to assist the other kidnapped guys until they get out and also look for his sword and NV when the time comes. Feel free to stab, gut, bludgeon, shoot, etc. him. He won't die from it anyway. Jsyk, his chain Tove will also come around to help fight and lead others to the spot. c:)

[thepull_npc]

"You'll be going home soon enough." A rough voice promised, and if Fang strained to look just beyond his periphery, he might see one man lifting a searing branding iron out of the old stone fireplace, turning it thoughtfully in his hands.

[revealedfangs]

"I highly doubt that." He caught sight of a near white-hot brand on the iron pole and frowned in a small grimace. That... was going to hurt.

[thepull_npc]

While the others moved to ready Akira, another, frailer boy who was covered head to toe in silk-soft brown fur was moved to the altar. They unravel his bandages with care, revealing the 'mark' on his right shoulder, a cross-hatched scar that looks more like it was received from precious abuse than any strange birthmark or tattoo.

He's never been seen before on the network- had spent the last few hours gulping in quiet, shaky breaths, not so defiant as the others. The cultists must have decided he'd be the easiest to prepare first for branding.

They lay him down on his back and ready the iron pole, in full view of the others. The boy makes a mewling plea, shuts his eyes. The cultists only raise the volume of their chanting as the sulfurous scent of burning hair fills the room, followed by the fouler odor of searing skin.

[sealbait]

Chewing through a bandage gag was hard when one is mostly paralyzed. Weakly snarling threats, however, was much easier.

"'M gonna kick...all your asses..." Veser's growls were muffled by the white bandage covering his mouth, over his sharp teeth. But the blindfold was worse. He hated not being able to see, almost as much as not being able to move his arms and legs. He couldn't see, couldn't fight back, nothing.

He wouldn't admit it but, shit, he was scared.

[OOC: Until he's un-blindfolded and able to move again, all he can really do is growl semi-coherent threats. However he'll be a fairly decent fighter if he's let loose. Feel free to do anything with him, save something pointy being shoved in his chest. Anywhere non-lethal though is just fine. c:]