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Planting the boy here just to see if people can see the hexcode that I've chosen to represent the "dark red" aspect. The girl will follow shortly.



EDIT: Girl incoming.

Hmm... fourth guard works, I guess. As long as it settles this without too many reprocussions.

Interactions: Perkeo @The Irish Tree, Homura @GarlandDaHero, Cayde Selmy* @Guess Who



Sure enough, the newcomer had introduced himself as Perkeo, and was apparently supposed to be a famous musician. Satirra didn't really buy that, and she hated bards anyway. But with him having the keys to each of the cells, he looked to be her one and only ticket out of here. The female Draph was the first to be freed... much to Satirra's dismay.

'Cayde being freed first, I can understand, but her?' she growled through gritted teeth, 'What, do those tits of hers have a gravitation field of their own that I'm not aware of or something?'

Sure enough, Perkeo had then moved to free Cayde next, and then Satirra, and then all the others. It would take a while for the effects of their Ether-locks to wear off, but that was fine with Satirra herself; she was more of a physical combatant anyway. According to what he said after that fact, however, that was all he was willing to do, as he said he wasn't much of a fighter.

"Well you're a lot of use now, aren't you?" Satirra asked Perkeo spitefully, before looking forward, "Fine then; we'll escape on our own."

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It was at this point that guards had arrived, with Cayde trying his best to fend the forward-most two off while another was about to call for reinforements. Never having been one to mess around, Satirra turned to the other Draph.

"You there, with the badly oversized rack! Give Cayde a hand with those other two assholes! I've got the squealer," with that, Satirra charged straight at the guard in the back of the pack, wrapping her claw around the man's neck. That way, even if he was able to activate the device that would allow him to call for reinforcements, he sure as hell wouldn't be able to speak through it. Using her free hand, Satirra proceeded to rip the device from the guard's clutches, before rising it high in the air.

"Y'know, we could coerce the warden of this dump into making our escape all the easier with this," she suggested to the prisoners behind her.
Post should be up in an hour or so. Working on it now.
I've had a lot on my mind for the past 3 days or so, hence why I haven't been up for making a post during that time. I can try and put something together today and see if that works.

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As far as Discord goes, I'd appreciate a server for this RP.
I typically have a rule against going into the gory details as well. I was just gonna have Satirra slash the guard a bunch until someone pulls her off him.
@Guess Who Most of that post was fine. But real talk, Cayde would only really get as far as saying "Satirra, how fast...?" before finding out that she'd already bowled over the guard that was calling for the reinforcements.

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Also, do we get to maul anyone to death? It's sure as hell something Satirra would actually try to do; I just don't want to overstep my boundaries is all...

Interactions: The Bound Dragon @The Irish Tree, Cayde Selmy @Guess Who



It was just another day. Another day being wasted away in this miserable hellhole that was the Island Prison of Ziggurat. All Satirra Izyntanth could really do to pass the time was fling stones at the wall, with them rebounding towards her so that she could pick them up and throw them again. That was all the frustrated Dhirom had been doing for the past couple of odd years that she'd been stuck here. And it was all because she tried to eat the face of that one guy who tried to kill her. That was fine, though; at least solitary confinement was less likely to drive Satirra insane than the ordinary kind, since there'd be less assholes that'd rub her the wrong way.

Eventually, however, Satirra's eyelids were starting to weigh down on her, and everything around her started to blur. She kept her ears open for just a little bit longer, if only to determine whether or not anyone would be rude enough to try and wake her up, but she willed the rest of her body to die down a little. There was no reason to stay awake; not when there was literally nothing else that could be done.

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The next thing she knew, Satirra found herself in a strange dream-space, where she seemed to be falling from the sky for all eternity. Why she didn't think to flap her wings a bunch in an effort to stay airborne, she didn't know. A part of her had given up on life as a whole, and a part of her refused to acknowledge the fact that this was even happening to her... or rather, most of her refused to acknowledge the fact that this was even happening to her. In any case, the next thing Satirra saw was a black dragon, who'd been blinded by whatever it was that had been binding its maw shut and had its armed wrapped together. Satirra plugged two fingers into her ears and closed her eyes as hard as she possibly could, trying to ignore the dragon's musings for the longest of times. But the fact that they were penetrating deep into her mind wasn't making it easy; in fact, all her efforts proved to be for nothing.

'God, damn it; why won't this thing shut up?' Satirra opened her eyes again, only to see that there were other people conversing with the dragon as she looked more closely into the scenery. In retrospect, it made much more sense for the dragon to have been addressing more than one person that it persistently trying to reach to her alone; after all, there were others that it had the attention of. Still, it was when the dragon had the audacity to suggest that they "failed before they even began" that Satirra finally snapped.

"I haven't begun anything!" she retorted balefully, "Not yet. Not back when I was expected to slave away for the rest of my life. But make no mistake. You haven't seen the last of me. I'll break out of this hellhole, and kill anyone that tries to stop me!"

Finally, the dragon had asked about everyone's convictions. It had already heard Satirra's voice; even if it hadn't realized she was there before, it certainly would've by now, so there was no use not saying anything. So... fine, she'd bite.

"All I ever wanted was to fuck with some heads; and yeah, I do mean the 13 Heads, in case you're wondering," she clarified at the end there, before continuing on, "I wanted more. I deserved... more. They have all this money that my people have been quite literally handing out to them, but they never gave us shit in return. Hell, they wouldn't even let me take any of it back, the bastards! And now I'm here, expected to rot while they keep taking and taking and taking. Well y'know what they can take? A nice big footful of irony right up their fucking assholes! That's what the 13 Heads can all take, and that's what I intend to give them."

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Suddenly, the dream came to a grinding halt, and Satirra was left clutching her head in agony. She knew that none of it was real. There was no way any of it could be. But she still couldn't shake it off. A somewhat familiar voice had called her name.

"Satirra? Did you-"

"Did I what?!" the Dhirom sneered, making her irritation known. She did not like the prospect that she was going insane... not in the slightest. But then again, one did not simply explain that kind of dream away with logic.

As she looked to her left, Satirra had relocated a hole in the wall that she'd completely forgotten was there. Thankfully, it was at the wrong level of height for the type of "hole" that she was imagining. And besides, it would've been way too big. And it sure as hell wasn't circular. But then Satirra thought of something. Wasn't that hole supposed to lead into Cayde Selmy's cell? Before she could think too much into it, a newcomer had asked if anyone would like to sing a song... which threw off her train of thought completely.

"I swear, if anyone one of you starts singing, that person's throat will be the first thing to be eaten!" she threatened to everyone else, before noticing that the newcomer wasn't even in a cell, "Tch, lucky bastard..."

With that, Satirra sat back down, awaiting further actions from all the others.
Question: Do we have to answer everything the Bound Dragon asks? Cause I was imagining Satirra would ignore it for a bit and pretend what she's seeing isn't real.
I won't be able to post either tonight or tomorrow. Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day especially.
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