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<Snipped quote by Voltus_Ventus>
Maybe let her have a small bag filled with pastries and fresh bread/water.
I vote in favor of snacks yes
This man was not so simple of taste as the others, he wanted not just to fight.
This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought?
Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman.
The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it.
He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade.
He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.
This man wanted to fight Carver specifically. So it was important who you fought?
Furnace stepped out to the side, allowing a meter of free room between carver and the swordsman.
The man was right after all. His blade was no longer as keen as he had intended it.
He had gone and join these people in their fighting with a damaged blade.
He wondered if he should apologize for not taking them seriously. It was clear they took it very seriously.
Magnus, sir Mithias, sir Bedevere and lady Mo sat in the luxurious backseat of the former presidential state car of the former president of the former United States of America. The Cadillac One, or as their special service used to call it "the Beast", was one of a few things Magnus's forces 'acquired' while he was out of town. And it had arrived just in time to pick them up from the airport. The chance to show off some new toys to the other oldbloods and knowing they brought a human along, locked in a coffin in the trunk, put him in a pretty good damn mood.
Nevertheless none of them had spoken much since the plane ride. Maybe everyone's minds were elsewhere, maybe the reason oldbloods don't usually see each other much is because aside from the schemes, there wasn't much to talk about.
Through tinted windows they could see the sun set behind the trees as they drove down the winding road to his base.
Home sweet home.
Hale woke up to the sound of a low humming engine driving in his direction. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes and tried to block the sharp neon headlights. He was lying beneath a slightly withered tree. On a top of torn and filthy pillows, on top of a broken tent. He was surrounded with empty cans of beer and energy drinks, fast food bags and pizza boxes. Angrily he got up and shouted at the car.
"A bloody month!? You stay away for a god damn month!?"
The vampires calmly exited the car.
"A few days without sleep, hanging around town, no problem. But you stayed on your fancy pants vampire vacation for a fuck-ass long time I gotta sleep man. You made me sleep outside! Like an animal!"
He gestured at the pile of trash that had been his den of gluttony this past month.
"Hell I've practically gone feral! Having to live off the land like that."
Magnus scoffed and shouted at Hale in return.
"You slept a hundred feet from the base under cover of sniper rifle, it is high summer and you ordered pizza!"
"No. I had to have fuck face inside order pizza for me. I ran out of phones."
"Great! Now everyone knows where we live!"
"They already do. Last week a few new websites popped up. Information on vampires is being leaked. Strongholds locations and equipment, vampire weaknesses and other data. We've been on the list since day one, SOLDIER has sent a few recon missions in our direction before, they know exactly who and where we are." Hale calmed down a little.
"The only reason I see why we haven't had a large scale attack yet is because they can't get a large enough strike force together. A month is a long time in this time man. We got to keep up."
Magnus thought about this for a second, then remembered something important.
"That's all very interesting, but I'm not running this show right now. On the war end the council has decided it's lady Mo's problem. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to break someone's mind."
He had the doors opened and servants carry the coffin to his happy place, the torture room.
As they walked trough the long halls they once again were silent. Hale followed from a distance after quickly grabbing a left over beer.
The only thing they could hear was a slow rhythmic pounding on the coffin lid.
Magnus broke the silence.
"So what questions do you have for your little human friend?"
Nevertheless none of them had spoken much since the plane ride. Maybe everyone's minds were elsewhere, maybe the reason oldbloods don't usually see each other much is because aside from the schemes, there wasn't much to talk about.
Through tinted windows they could see the sun set behind the trees as they drove down the winding road to his base.
Home sweet home.
Hale woke up to the sound of a low humming engine driving in his direction. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes and tried to block the sharp neon headlights. He was lying beneath a slightly withered tree. On a top of torn and filthy pillows, on top of a broken tent. He was surrounded with empty cans of beer and energy drinks, fast food bags and pizza boxes. Angrily he got up and shouted at the car.
"A bloody month!? You stay away for a god damn month!?"
The vampires calmly exited the car.
"A few days without sleep, hanging around town, no problem. But you stayed on your fancy pants vampire vacation for a fuck-ass long time I gotta sleep man. You made me sleep outside! Like an animal!"
He gestured at the pile of trash that had been his den of gluttony this past month.
"Hell I've practically gone feral! Having to live off the land like that."
Magnus scoffed and shouted at Hale in return.
"You slept a hundred feet from the base under cover of sniper rifle, it is high summer and you ordered pizza!"
"No. I had to have fuck face inside order pizza for me. I ran out of phones."
"Great! Now everyone knows where we live!"
"They already do. Last week a few new websites popped up. Information on vampires is being leaked. Strongholds locations and equipment, vampire weaknesses and other data. We've been on the list since day one, SOLDIER has sent a few recon missions in our direction before, they know exactly who and where we are." Hale calmed down a little.
"The only reason I see why we haven't had a large scale attack yet is because they can't get a large enough strike force together. A month is a long time in this time man. We got to keep up."
Magnus thought about this for a second, then remembered something important.
"That's all very interesting, but I'm not running this show right now. On the war end the council has decided it's lady Mo's problem. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to break someone's mind."
He had the doors opened and servants carry the coffin to his happy place, the torture room.
As they walked trough the long halls they once again were silent. Hale followed from a distance after quickly grabbing a left over beer.
The only thing they could hear was a slow rhythmic pounding on the coffin lid.
Magnus broke the silence.
"So what questions do you have for your little human friend?"
Working on that post..
A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man.
There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank.
"Then I will hurt this one."
He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.
There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank.
"Then I will hurt this one."
He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.
You are not impressed by Bedivere's torture techniques?
Very well then. He shall offer Martin one of two methods for the first night to endure.
1) Using a 7th century BCE iron kopis, which was recovered from the salty waters of the Mediterranean to the point of being dulled and rusted, Bedivere will take his time to cut Martin's flesh, flaying him alive with a rusted razor effectively and waiting for the tetanus to set in. From there, he would artistically disinfect certain parts of Martin's body with a bit of concentrated lemon juice while drinking a bloody lemonade, humming along as he prepares to bury Martin alive in a coffin and proceedes to dump salt over the man's body and seal the coffin for the night. Enjoy the pain as the tetany clenches your body in awkward position against the coffin.
2) Applying a Tracheotomy. Bedivere proceeds to insert a breathing tube down Martin's windpipe and seals it up from his nasal passages. Then he encases's Martin's head from the chin up a glass box before proceeding to fill it with water continuously while a projector flashes against the glass in a strobe-like manner.
Ugh, those sound like they hurt a lot. I never got things like this, surely this is for the benefit of the torturers sick mind right? Or as an intimidation tactic? Martin would probably just lose consciousness right of the bat.
As far as Magnus goes, I can't play him. I only wish Shikaru would come back. However, since this is unlikely, why don't you do it, Akje? You could perhaps just do a short bit where Magnus does something... poisons Martin or turns him or... enjoys slowly carving layers of martin's skin off someplace sensitive.... you know. Otherwise Magnus has pretty much stepped down to Mo.
I could do that.
I'm going to bed first. when I wake I'll make a Martin, Magnus and Hale post
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Bedivere, I found out, just happens to be a goddamn torture master.
Damnit. I hate regular torture. It makes terrible roleplay. Throw weird fantasy shit in the mix and we could have some intresting challenge.
I'm on my phone right now
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