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Peytr Ruhnoveltz
Princess Lys
Peytr Ruhnoveltz
Lys frowned. They had to get out of this cage. “Hey, prison buddy.” She called over to her fellow prisoner. “You sound like you’ve been here quite some time. Do you think Doofus’s ass is even small enough to fit in that chair, or do you suppose it requires a chair specially crafted for its magnificent dimensions?”
“I can’t see that far down, only lights and shadows. I don’t have bars because of what happens when I touch people who aren’t prepared.” Peytr said with a bit of a glee, “this is the fifth one along with the other. The other is smarter, much smarter than he seems. But this one is as dull as the others, but he seems to listen to his orders more. But he’s new, and dull. No fun, no. No fun at all, none too fun to play with.”
Lys cast a discerning gaze towards her prison buddy’s pen. With every word this one spoke, she felt less and less at ease. What was that Xyrlos said about that procedure?
Peytr slowly slipped a finger or two through the little grate and started at it as he sighed a bit. Then he listened as the others there left. They left the new one alone, and his cell was open. He slowly let the door open with his fingers playing with the little hatch that creaked back and forth.
Out stepped a thin and boney man as he slowly made his way into the light behind the man, one touch. One touch was all he needed, he stared at the man with almost pure hatred, pure anger and agony that filled his dark, and sunken eyes.
“I don’t think… his ass is meant to fit the chair, I think it is meant to fit the hole he has dug himself in.”
Lys sat up from her reclining position; a cold shiver washed over her as her gaze fell on the gaunt man. Something felt terribly off about this man, but she wasn’t quite able to put her finger on what that was.
With a swallow, she pushed down the feeling of unease. This man, sane or not, was her best way out.
Forcing a confident smile on her face she looked to their a opponent, “Hey Doofus.” she started, “Remember that time you tossed a cup in this one’s direction? Well, I’m thinking now that you might not have wanted to do that.”
Wide eyed, Doofus’s gaze darted at Lys, the initial surprise wearing off. While his face turned predictably red, to Lys’s surprise, Doofus seemed smart enough to redirect his attention back to the immediate threat.
Doofus’s shadow began to bubble and give off a strange darkish glow.
“You know what,” He growled in a surprisingly soft voice, “I don’t care what Xyrlos says. After I’m done with this one, I’m coming for you next.”
The bubbles in Doofus’s shadow popped. From within, shadowy chains shot out and launched themselves in Peytr’s direction.
“Oh yes, chains… something to bind two people together.” Peytr said as his body moved forward, his hand reaching out towards the chain, his eyes focused on the man’s torso. He reached for the chain and started to move forward at a quicker pace. Reaching further and further until his hand connected with the the chain.
“Here today.” the gaunt man said, “We will get to see the union of two very similar souls, who have lost everything to the point of becoming willing to do as they desire to get as they see most in their eyes. One in the moment of, and the other in moments prior.”
He felt the first chain, and then the second as his hand started to move around in front of him as if he was hammering them with one arm to collect them. “The son of a blacksmith, and the bastard of a whore meeting slowly together bound by the darkness that fills their heart.”
The chains seemed to come alive on contact. Compressing and coiling around the man’s arm like tattoos made of shadow. With a jolt, they became taunt.
Doofus picked up his club and began approaching Peytr “That’s right. Chains.” Doofus said with a smirk. “Did you honestly think they would leave somebody with a useless ability guard Princess El’Lysael?”
“Psst, Buddy.” Lys said, “You did have a plan other than getting captured again, right?”
Immediately the man pulled as he felt the tattoos take hold on his arm, and he kept coiling it around his arm as he felt them grow tighter and tighter. And within several seconds, he was in range of the man. His body did seem slightly more fleshed out a bit.
“Yes, chains… and do you know what happens when to people are bound together?” he asked the man as moved his other arm up, and his upper body lower as he pushed his body up as his body up. “I would tell you, but… we will both find out in a moment.”
With that, the man’s right hand bound by the chains, touched the man’s off hand. He immediately felt the man in his body, and since he didn’t know what to expect, they both felt a lot. Five souls worth of memories flooded one way as a soul flooded the other. He gritted his teeth for a moment as his body began to limp a bit. “Grab his keys when we are down.” he said as his other hand moved to the man's right side, and he pulled them down to the right closer to the cage.
On contact the shadowy chains disintegrated like dust. Doofus screamed as he fell close to Lys’s cage. Eyes wide and mouth agape, Lys found herself hesitating in the moment.
“Damn Bastard!” Doofus screamed. With effort he began to raise his club.
Lys! Wake up! She snapped at herself.
Lys shot her hand through the opening in the cage and grabbed the key ring and gave them a strong jerk. The motion pulled Doofus off balance, forcing to lower his club in order to catch himself with his hand.
With the immediate threat of injury to her… ally… negated. Lys got to work and unclipped the key ring. Now she had five keys to try from.
First key didn’t work.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!” Doofus screamed.
Second key was a dud.
Doofus raised his club again.
Third key gave a satisfying click. The cage door swung open, and with it, so did Lys’s right foot straight into Doofus’s uninjured eye.
Another scream. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll-”
“Relatively resistant to it. Most people drop to the floor, or have a heart attack like the last four.” he said as he seemed to bulk up just slightly to grab the man's other wrist, “Maybe I wasn’t trying that hard.” He said before pulling them both again to the right side in hopes of bringing more contact with the man's skin so that they may both go catatonic finally.
Doofus screamed louder and lost his grip on the club. His eyes rolled back. Saliva drooling down his cheek.
Senses! They were making too much noise! Lys took the club and swung upside Doofus’s head. The screaming stopped. Doofus was alive, but unconscious.
Lys’s breaths came out labored. Her gaze cautiously fell upon the unusual man. What was he?
“Nice work.” she said, careful not to show any of her unease. This man was the closest thing she had to an ally right now. Best not to upset him. “Name’s El’Lysael. But my friends call me Lys.”
She offered the man a hand to help him up.
The man stared at him, and he shook on the ground as he stared up at the man, pressing his lips together, “I would not touch me unless you wish to be like him, on the ground screaming.” he said as he slowly began to stay, “I do not know how strong your mental fortitude is, but it is likely not enough to touch me. So, I am sorry I have to refuse, but I do not wish to hurt someone else unless if it is to protect you.”
He looked at the door, “There are quite a bit of those from the west in here, not too many besides prisoners. I am useless in a fight without a weapon, well I can take one or two people down with me, but besides that, I don’t know how many minds I can touch at a time.”
Lys lowered her hand and raised an eyebrow. “Preciated, but… I think you’ll find me more than capable… Though maybe a little less so than usual…” If only her magic was working.
“Here. You can use this.” she said, tossing him the club. “I got my own stuff.” She headed over to the nearby cabinet where she saw them deposit her equipment. After testing out the keys, she opened the cabinet door on the second try and started rummaging through its contents.
“Oh my, they got some nice stuff over here too- ah, here we go!” She retrieved a belt with small canisters, a pair of gloves, and what appeared to be some kind of large baton.
She put on the gloves and belt and then examined her baton, then with a flick of the thumb. The baton extended outward, revealing thinner metallic sections that slid out and clicked into place. She rested the butt of the baton, turned quarterstaff, on the floor, and leaned against it nonchalantly.
“So, Mr. Knight in shining armor. Ya got a name or should I just call you Jim from next door.” She smirked while nodding over to the cage next to hers that the man had been locked within.
“Peytr…” he said as he looked at her, looking a lot more fleshed out after moving a bit, he stared at the baton and slowly just stared at the door, “and I am not a knight… I do not know what I am anymore.”
“Peytr, eh?” She repeated with a lopsided smirk.
He looked at his hand, and at the man, before he gave him a good final whack or to on the back of the head out of spite, and then a kick for good measure, getting frustration out was likely therapeutic at that moment, wrong type of therapy, but it works.
“Alright one down, plenty more to go between us and freedom.”
“Hear that.” She said with a smile.
She absently rubbed the side of her forefinger with her thumb on the Aromance fabric sewn into the gloves she retrieved. The aromance released an ambery perfume scent into the air. With a smile she grabbed the scent trail and, with effort, shaped it. Tethering one end of the perfume to the wall and the other to herself.
The tether solidified into a dull greenish glow, barely visible to the untrained eyed. And then, it extended. She could feel a force pushing her away from the tethered wall, and-
The tether snapped. With a sigh Lys lowered her gloved hand. “Seems my magic is still F’ed though. Come on. Guess we’ll have get out of here the old fashioned way, but first, I’ve got a pitstop I need to make.”
“I can’t see that far down, only lights and shadows. I don’t have bars because of what happens when I touch people who aren’t prepared.” Peytr said with a bit of a glee, “this is the fifth one along with the other. The other is smarter, much smarter than he seems. But this one is as dull as the others, but he seems to listen to his orders more. But he’s new, and dull. No fun, no. No fun at all, none too fun to play with.”
Lys cast a discerning gaze towards her prison buddy’s pen. With every word this one spoke, she felt less and less at ease. What was that Xyrlos said about that procedure?
Peytr slowly slipped a finger or two through the little grate and started at it as he sighed a bit. Then he listened as the others there left. They left the new one alone, and his cell was open. He slowly let the door open with his fingers playing with the little hatch that creaked back and forth.
Out stepped a thin and boney man as he slowly made his way into the light behind the man, one touch. One touch was all he needed, he stared at the man with almost pure hatred, pure anger and agony that filled his dark, and sunken eyes.
“I don’t think… his ass is meant to fit the chair, I think it is meant to fit the hole he has dug himself in.”
Lys sat up from her reclining position; a cold shiver washed over her as her gaze fell on the gaunt man. Something felt terribly off about this man, but she wasn’t quite able to put her finger on what that was.
With a swallow, she pushed down the feeling of unease. This man, sane or not, was her best way out.
Forcing a confident smile on her face she looked to their a opponent, “Hey Doofus.” she started, “Remember that time you tossed a cup in this one’s direction? Well, I’m thinking now that you might not have wanted to do that.”
Wide eyed, Doofus’s gaze darted at Lys, the initial surprise wearing off. While his face turned predictably red, to Lys’s surprise, Doofus seemed smart enough to redirect his attention back to the immediate threat.
Doofus’s shadow began to bubble and give off a strange darkish glow.
“You know what,” He growled in a surprisingly soft voice, “I don’t care what Xyrlos says. After I’m done with this one, I’m coming for you next.”
The bubbles in Doofus’s shadow popped. From within, shadowy chains shot out and launched themselves in Peytr’s direction.
“Oh yes, chains… something to bind two people together.” Peytr said as his body moved forward, his hand reaching out towards the chain, his eyes focused on the man’s torso. He reached for the chain and started to move forward at a quicker pace. Reaching further and further until his hand connected with the the chain.
“Here today.” the gaunt man said, “We will get to see the union of two very similar souls, who have lost everything to the point of becoming willing to do as they desire to get as they see most in their eyes. One in the moment of, and the other in moments prior.”
He felt the first chain, and then the second as his hand started to move around in front of him as if he was hammering them with one arm to collect them. “The son of a blacksmith, and the bastard of a whore meeting slowly together bound by the darkness that fills their heart.”
The chains seemed to come alive on contact. Compressing and coiling around the man’s arm like tattoos made of shadow. With a jolt, they became taunt.
Doofus picked up his club and began approaching Peytr “That’s right. Chains.” Doofus said with a smirk. “Did you honestly think they would leave somebody with a useless ability guard Princess El’Lysael?”
“Psst, Buddy.” Lys said, “You did have a plan other than getting captured again, right?”
Immediately the man pulled as he felt the tattoos take hold on his arm, and he kept coiling it around his arm as he felt them grow tighter and tighter. And within several seconds, he was in range of the man. His body did seem slightly more fleshed out a bit.
“Yes, chains… and do you know what happens when to people are bound together?” he asked the man as moved his other arm up, and his upper body lower as he pushed his body up as his body up. “I would tell you, but… we will both find out in a moment.”
With that, the man’s right hand bound by the chains, touched the man’s off hand. He immediately felt the man in his body, and since he didn’t know what to expect, they both felt a lot. Five souls worth of memories flooded one way as a soul flooded the other. He gritted his teeth for a moment as his body began to limp a bit. “Grab his keys when we are down.” he said as his other hand moved to the man's right side, and he pulled them down to the right closer to the cage.
On contact the shadowy chains disintegrated like dust. Doofus screamed as he fell close to Lys’s cage. Eyes wide and mouth agape, Lys found herself hesitating in the moment.
“Damn Bastard!” Doofus screamed. With effort he began to raise his club.
Lys! Wake up! She snapped at herself.
Lys shot her hand through the opening in the cage and grabbed the key ring and gave them a strong jerk. The motion pulled Doofus off balance, forcing to lower his club in order to catch himself with his hand.
With the immediate threat of injury to her… ally… negated. Lys got to work and unclipped the key ring. Now she had five keys to try from.
First key didn’t work.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!” Doofus screamed.
Second key was a dud.
Doofus raised his club again.
Third key gave a satisfying click. The cage door swung open, and with it, so did Lys’s right foot straight into Doofus’s uninjured eye.
Another scream. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll-”
“Relatively resistant to it. Most people drop to the floor, or have a heart attack like the last four.” he said as he seemed to bulk up just slightly to grab the man's other wrist, “Maybe I wasn’t trying that hard.” He said before pulling them both again to the right side in hopes of bringing more contact with the man's skin so that they may both go catatonic finally.
Doofus screamed louder and lost his grip on the club. His eyes rolled back. Saliva drooling down his cheek.
Senses! They were making too much noise! Lys took the club and swung upside Doofus’s head. The screaming stopped. Doofus was alive, but unconscious.
Lys’s breaths came out labored. Her gaze cautiously fell upon the unusual man. What was he?
“Nice work.” she said, careful not to show any of her unease. This man was the closest thing she had to an ally right now. Best not to upset him. “Name’s El’Lysael. But my friends call me Lys.”
She offered the man a hand to help him up.
The man stared at him, and he shook on the ground as he stared up at the man, pressing his lips together, “I would not touch me unless you wish to be like him, on the ground screaming.” he said as he slowly began to stay, “I do not know how strong your mental fortitude is, but it is likely not enough to touch me. So, I am sorry I have to refuse, but I do not wish to hurt someone else unless if it is to protect you.”
He looked at the door, “There are quite a bit of those from the west in here, not too many besides prisoners. I am useless in a fight without a weapon, well I can take one or two people down with me, but besides that, I don’t know how many minds I can touch at a time.”
Lys lowered her hand and raised an eyebrow. “Preciated, but… I think you’ll find me more than capable… Though maybe a little less so than usual…” If only her magic was working.
“Here. You can use this.” she said, tossing him the club. “I got my own stuff.” She headed over to the nearby cabinet where she saw them deposit her equipment. After testing out the keys, she opened the cabinet door on the second try and started rummaging through its contents.
“Oh my, they got some nice stuff over here too- ah, here we go!” She retrieved a belt with small canisters, a pair of gloves, and what appeared to be some kind of large baton.
She put on the gloves and belt and then examined her baton, then with a flick of the thumb. The baton extended outward, revealing thinner metallic sections that slid out and clicked into place. She rested the butt of the baton, turned quarterstaff, on the floor, and leaned against it nonchalantly.
“So, Mr. Knight in shining armor. Ya got a name or should I just call you Jim from next door.” She smirked while nodding over to the cage next to hers that the man had been locked within.
“Peytr…” he said as he looked at her, looking a lot more fleshed out after moving a bit, he stared at the baton and slowly just stared at the door, “and I am not a knight… I do not know what I am anymore.”
“Peytr, eh?” She repeated with a lopsided smirk.
He looked at his hand, and at the man, before he gave him a good final whack or to on the back of the head out of spite, and then a kick for good measure, getting frustration out was likely therapeutic at that moment, wrong type of therapy, but it works.
“Alright one down, plenty more to go between us and freedom.”
“Hear that.” She said with a smile.
She absently rubbed the side of her forefinger with her thumb on the Aromance fabric sewn into the gloves she retrieved. The aromance released an ambery perfume scent into the air. With a smile she grabbed the scent trail and, with effort, shaped it. Tethering one end of the perfume to the wall and the other to herself.
The tether solidified into a dull greenish glow, barely visible to the untrained eyed. And then, it extended. She could feel a force pushing her away from the tethered wall, and-
The tether snapped. With a sigh Lys lowered her gloved hand. “Seems my magic is still F’ed though. Come on. Guess we’ll have get out of here the old fashioned way, but first, I’ve got a pitstop I need to make.”
