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Post by Giovanna Azzari on Oct 22, 2009 10:22:26 GMT -7
The entire walk was dead silent. She didn't speak a word to Zane, as she was more worried about the time than she was about small talk. Tetsuya was carefully being carried by her wire and she took extra care and made sure that nothing on him came to harm. It was a funny thought, carrying him like precious cargo when there nothing but dark and sadistic thoughts going through the back of her head. She had her prey, she had an audience, now all she needed was to put on a show.
As they approached the neighborhood, Mu-n shifted Tetsuya slightly, her wiring tightening around his torso as she knew he'd be waking up soon. While she did knocked him out, it was only for a short amount of time. She saw his strength and just how powerful he could be through the fight he had gotten into at the bar. And she was aware that if she wasn't careful with this process he could damage her wires and possibly hurt Zane, "he'll wake up soon," she said softly, interrupting the silent tension that surrounded them as she continued her way through the neighborhood.
She spotted an abandoned two story house. What? She wasn't stupid enough to bring an Aquila to her home. Walking up to the house, she looked over her shoulder and at Zane, "increased strength," she told him as she opened the front door, "it's one of his powers, but in his current condition I don't think he'll be able to use it fully."
Mu-n turned her attention back to the house and walked in. It was a decent home, decorating to fit a family and judging by the pictures that hung on the wall, there was a married couple with two kids and they looked happy. She snarled with disgust and continued to inspect the house, not touching anything and keeping her prey from dragging on the floor simply because she didn't want to touch him if he was tainted by the humans' belongings.
Five minutes. They had five minutes until he woke up. It was dark inside, but the moon provided enough light to get by without bumping into anything. Looking around, she figured the kitchen would be a good start. She placed Tetsuya on the glass dining table and her wire slowly unwrapped from his torso before it went back to merge with her body. He was about to wake up, she could tell by the way his breathing lost the relaxed rhythm. She reach behind his neck and placed a block of her healing energy at his spine to keep him paralyzed so that when he woke up he couldn't make any movement.
She pulled up a chai that was around the table to sit at Tetsuya's side, just waiting for him to wake up. But after a few moments of silence, she went to trace her fingers over his temples to help speed up his waking, "Why do you doubt me?" she asked Zane, once again breaking the silence. Her fingers retreated from his body and went to rest gently on her lap. She didn't turn to look at him because, well... if she wanted to be honest with herself, she was upset at how easily his trust with her was lost. He should have known she was flirtatious, why was he mad?
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Oct 22, 2009 21:12:56 GMT -7
Everything had happen so fast for the barbaric brawler that it was like time had fast forward on him. Her body was exhilaration on every touch and cozy on contact. If he weren’t careful he would of never let go of her, but the one thing that quickly caught the olive-eyed warrior was the aesthetic sensation of her lips that left him in an enigmatic maze that would stun him in a paralyzing way. His hand gently massage all over her body while the short session happen and he could help but fall under the spell that she had cast on him. Even through all that he would be even more confuse as she snuggled her way up to his ear to spills words that concealed a message not clear to him. Within that time span a sharp nudge splatter behind his neck that would catch to his attention that he was already going to “sleep temporarily”. The last thing he would see before he went unconscious was a mirror image of himself looking at him from a distance away with a shameful look. The face only irritated him to the point that he would blurt out his annoyance in his head Oh Shut The FU- before he knew it was lights out and left in utter darkness.
Even through being out cold Tetsuya randomly heard voice but barley paid attention to them and would heard dead silence here and there. He had to admit he was pretty pissed to have falling for something so dumb that he could of figured out if he of used his head more then his pants, but the other side of him was still glad to of gotten a short thrill. A weird feeling for the brawler as he felt being carried off.
You got to be kidding me! My life is gonna be ended by a woman…..i guess that’s better then being killed by a man….crappy! this is just crappy!….why is it so hot?
Slowly a barrage of flames flaring all around him enlightened his vision of darkness. He stood in the center, body sweating and in panic. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or if this was real and those bastards had left him in a blazing house. The only thoughts that came to mind was to try and run through it but every direction he made was halted by a monstrous flare of flame lashing out at him. He was trapped and only had one last resort….and that was to smoke, luckily he found one last cigar and shortly sparked with the flames and began to puff with relief.
To his surprise a fiery would emerge from out of the furry and blast the cigar out his hand. It left him in an awkward position. He didn’t know to punch this thing in the face our stand in shock to why some flaming figure had showed up.
”Listen here Human torch! I think you’ve come to the wrong place for doom…try somewhere else. ”
”Silence! Tetsuya, you are unaware of the power you possess…there is more to you then meets the eye”
”Yeah I know…I can pack a punch and break skulls with ease. Tell me something I don’t know”
”Fool you must retain your memories and become stronger each day…only then will your destiny start. Just remember that the fire in you still burns bright!”
”Bright!? Fire? What the hell are you talking about…who are you?”
Quickly he charged the flaming figure and unleashing a descending chop to snap him in half but he would be choked with a blazing heat coursing over his skin. After being tossed up like a bag he found himself engulfed in flames for a while and instantly vanished as he notice the figure had disappeared. A puzzled look graced over his face as he looked around for the figure. It concerned him a lot and he had an idea that this wouldn’t be the last he’d be seeing him. A plague of darkness would ambush the fighter once again and a dim light gradually growing in a matter of seconds.
Gaining full vision he groaned in pain from the after effect of the attack he had taken along with the vague soars from his fight with bubba. He could still see the dried blood on his tattered clothes. He had no idea where he was and if he was still alive, but he would see familiar faces that provoked a small smirk on Tetsuya’s face. But it was hard to read if he was pissed or delighted to see them based on his look. He tried to make some form of movement but realized that he had been drugged or temporarily paralyzed. It was a smart move…cause for there sake Tetsuya would of snapped someone’s neck for this.
”You know I like you a lot…but I didn’t say anything about going into a three way. And if this is your idea of fun…then you’re a very kinky girl. So how about undoing what you did me and letting me leave, huh?”
It was already clear to him that this was a set up and that these two were up to something that was not to his liking. Still there were concern for the woman that stood infront of him…not that she was sexy regardless of the hint of sadistic craze she had from before…but something she said. No matter he needed to think quickly before he found himself in a bucket. Still trying to make some movement, he quickly spotted his sword with that punk kid that he saw at the bar…It made his blood boil to see this
”Hey kid! Didn’t your momma teach you not to take things that aren’t yours? I suggest you give that back…or else your face is gonna resemble a waffle”
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Post by Zane/Selena Solister on Oct 27, 2009 19:16:47 GMT -7
Zane walked with Mu-n walked quietly. He didn't feel like talking to her right now. Things were already tense between them and he didn't want things to get worse. He couldn't trust her that much. At the moment, he was unsure of how things were going to play out. He was getting wary of Mu-n's intentions on what she was going to do with the man, if she really did care about him. From what he heard from her mind, she didn't want to fight. Zane was making sure that if she wasn't going to kill the man, he would. He followed her to the abandoned building, ready to get this torture on with.
Interesting. I suppose with this sword it would be pretty difficult to fight him up close. Another power is also some kind of heat or fire based ability, I believe. When probing his mind I noticed some thoughts of a fire within himself. Normal people don't have those types of thoughts, so that's how i could figure that he was an Aquila. Now that Zane was aware of what he was up against, he could start preparing. Though with the warrior in the state that he was, Zane doubted that he could do anything to hurt either Mu-n or him.
As they walked in Zane noticed the age of the building. Everywhere was falling apart. It wasn't the best plce but it would do. He noticed a picture of a family with two children. It made him upset, that he couldn't have the happiness that these people had. They seemed genuinley happy. They had people that cared for them. It sicked Zane to see that. He looked away and continued on to whee Mu-n was. He wanted to kill this Aquila and move on right away, the faster the better.
To answer your question, Mu-n, I doubt you because there are too many questions unanswered. Why didn't you kill the Aquila earlier? I know you're a flirt but you went on far too long. And I was looking at some of your thoughts and noticed something...You seemed to have feelings for this man. I am unsure of whether you actually do plan to let him live or not. But if you really don't care about him...why don't you be the one to kill him? Zane was testing her. IF she said no, Zane's doubts may be well-placed. If not, then perhaps it was wrong to doubt her.
As the Aquila awoke Zane gave him an amused smile. Finally, let's begin shall we? I've been dying to get this over and done with. I have more important matters to deal with than you. Zane held the sword at his side, as a symbol of his loss. All that was left was for Mu-n to torture him. Zane leaned back and waited for the show to begin.
First off, I have no parents. So no one ever told me not to steal. Besides, everyone's doing it to try and survive in this hostile place. The way I see it, you're not in any condition to make threats. So I'll wait right here until you're ready to die. Zane smiled and laughed to himself quietly. But he looked over at Mu-n and focused his mind on hers. He still was wary of her, and if she faltered at all in this torture because of her feelings, Zane would know and handle it. He couldn't take any chances right now.
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Post by Giovanna Azzari on Oct 28, 2009 10:53:03 GMT -7
Good. Now she knew what to work on. From here on out, she for prohibited herself to think of anything else along the lines of what he was wary of. He had her in a tight spot, but Mu-n was agile enough to slip past it. It was true that she didn't want him dead, but it's not like she would let him kill her if he managed to break through her hold.
Don't trust the performer, but enjoy the show.
"Let me tell you something, Zane," she started softly, her hands lifted and pushed herself to a stand to hover over Tetsuya. She reached for her his chin and forced him to look at her cause what she had to say important, and if he wanted to see past today then it was very important that he listened to her and read very carefully in between the lines. Through her fingers that were touching his skin, she sent a soft, reassuring wave of energy so that he knew that he wouldn't have to worry about his life, despite what she was about to say, "I don't kill my prey. They kill themselves." She only hoped that he was smart enough not to let it show on his face and that he kept this angry persona afoot, 'cause she needed it.
But that wasn't to say that she wasn't about to cause him pain.
She wasn't going to try and show Zane that he could trust her, because he'll notice. And he'll wonder why. Her best option was to do what she did normally and that to make her prey wish they were never alive. She had a few tricks up her sleeve, and now that he had given her the kill blow, it'll only make her job easier, "but if it's what you want, then I must please the crowd." she had claimed what he had given her and that made sure he wouldn't go back on his words.
Looking at Tetsuya, her grip around his chin tightened and her finger tips began to emit the purple hue that signified her healing powers were in use; however in this case, they'll be doing everything but healing.
"Try not to scream," she told him, "you'll wake the neighbors."
Zane had never seen her do this, so he couldn't analyze the difference between this method and the ones she usually uses. One thing was for sure, she couldn't let him bleed. Luckily for her, cutting someone open and pulling their insides out wasn't the only way to torture. Her fingers released his chin and travelled down his arm to his hands where she played with his fingers before gripping his thumb. She twisted it until she heard his knuckle crack and her eyes went to his face where once they settled on his face, she twisted it while pulling downward with a strong jerk. A sadistic grin reached her face when she heard the bone break. She continued to play with his broken thumb before walking around to the other side of the table and repeated the same process with his left thumb. That way, if he did manage to break through her energy block, he wouldn't be able to do much.
Her fingers went to trace the open wounds on his arm, letting the tip of her nail trace the underside of the bleeding wound to where she could see the outline of her nail under his skin, "Why, I like you too, baby," she drawled in a sadistically seductive tone.
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Oct 29, 2009 16:48:18 GMT -7
disgust flooded his reasoning as he began to ponder what actions waited him in his numb position. He figured that things were going to turn out bad since he laid foot in the bar. suspicion quickly dawned on this kid that he was up to something...but this wild card of using a female beauty was unexpected...or more something he wanted to refuse because of the pleasure momentarily retrieved. frustration influenced him to bark expletive word within himself, cursing the weakness thats been screwing him for all these years. Still he had to admit through all those ventures of conflicts, he’s enjoyed the fooling around. Besides, in all those tales of him being screwed over by a woman he’s always manage to gain deliverance. hopefully he’d find his path to freedom once again.
As he continue to squirm and struggle to find movement in his body, he heard the brat’s response and instantly stopped to look at him with a rather amusing expression. breaking the sudden silence, he spat in the direction of the kid and turned his head in disgust. "Your a dick, kid! and those type of people don't get far!" Now he was really pissed off that he realized the punk was boasting with his blade. although he vaguely recalled using the weapon constantly, but instincts in him revealed that it brought great joy when he had it. Just the very thoughts of losing his weapon was unthinkable. One thing he knew he was gonna do was get it back. through the rage that was boiling in him, he was caught off guard by the woman that set him up; his face was stuck between her palm and her fingers tightened by the minutes as his view was modified to gaze at her. Although he was still attracted to her and slightly lost in his lustful ways, his rage had beaten the sexual field of him aside so he could stay focused. His life was on the line at this point and he planned to make sure he didn’t fall to some sadistic chick and a little prick. She was lucky that her face wasn’t any closer to him. The ideas of biting it right off tempted the olive eyed warrior as they darted at her in a razor appearance, almost sharp enough to cut if one stared at them long enough.
While he struggled to get out of her grasp, he notice something within her expression which puzzled him a bit and her wording rather subliminal. The two pieces alone threw him off guard and made him wonder what kinda sick twisted game was this. And the cleansing sensation that traveled through his body trigger abatement of his fatigue. Now concern he looked away from her eyes with a face of acceptance. His mind already pictured no escape for him, but his instincts still held some ambition unknown to even his thoughts. all he could do now was stare at the cross that relaxed on his chest under his white dressy shirt, which was now stale in color. Even so his cross was fresh and vibrant in beauty and offered some comfort in his time of torment. while gazing and zoning out from what was going on, his attention was brought back to reality as he notice a glow form on her finger tips. And to even raise more tension in him her last words struck his eyebrow.
"You listen here hun! I don't want anything to do with your three-way damit! go find someone else to join your sick twisted fantasy! How about you do a demonstration with the punk over there....and i'll watch"
Of course he was not nieve and knew he was about to get tortured but at times like these, why not throw in a insulting joke. As he looked up in the ceiling as if he was trying to find a sign from above, his teeth grind with agony as well his eyes lids shut tensely. He could feel his bone crackling as she continued to twisted and pull, yet he refused to shout in pain...it was something they were begging to hear and he wouldn’t satisfy their entertainment. before he knew it, his eyes open immediately as he felt his thumb pop out of place. The pain was tearing away at him and it almost felt as if his thumb had been cut off...but he refuse to scream. His head coursed from left and right as he snarled in agony, and by then she had already popped the other thumb as well which cause him to growl instead. Before he knew it, he was panting heavily with his eyes rather weak. it didn’t look like it, but Tetsuya could take alot more pressure then that even if he wasn’t aware of it. If it wasn’t for his amnesia, he’d know that. with one eye open he showed a hint of a smirk in his abused appearance.
"S--oso tell me Mu-n...when does the sex start in all this?"
He spoke in a weary tone, but he planed to crush their fun in whatever way he could even if that meant pissing them off with his smart comments.
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Post by Zane/Selena Solister on Oct 30, 2009 19:38:18 GMT -7
Looking at the man trapped like he was, Zane laughed slightly out of the joy of seeing him suffer. This was turning into an interesting show to watch, especially with him angry. Although Zane didn't want to mess with him too much, out of the chance that he might break free and kill Zane, he did enjoy the pain Mu-n was bringing him. Maybe she could be trusted? Zane didn't want to take that chance. She seemed like she truly wanted to torture this man. To slowly crush him and watch every moment of his pain. This didn't amuse Zane much; all he wanted was to finish the job and move on. He didn't feel the any of the Aquila were worth the effort of torturing. But he still respected Mu-n and let her do as she pleased.
Really? You think so? I don't care what you think anyway. Besides, I'm not the one being slowly tortured am I? And I've gotten off the streets using stealing and other such tactics. And you won't get far without this will you? Zane moved the sword slowly in the air with his powers. He wanted the warrior to see his sword being used by him. It gave him a sense of happiness to see him angry and frustrated in that way.
Zane got amused from watching Mu-n do her favorite thing with this man. As long as she makes him suffer, do whatever you want woman. As long as he ends up dead, torture him all you want. It's pretty fun to watch. Zane had never seen it before and was fascinated by it. To see the man suffer brought him great joy. Every ounce of pain added to his enjoyment. He only wished he would scream just once. Now that wouldn't be much fun. She probably would enjoy torturing you than she would with me. Besides, this isn't a three-way at all. She's just watching you suffer that's all. Zane watched as he tried to play it cool through all of this. It wasn't what he wanted but still he was being hurt and that was good enough for Zane. Even through all this, Zane kept his mind on Mu-n's. He wanted to make sure that when she finished, she would let Zane kill him without any problems.
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Post by Giovanna Azzari on Nov 4, 2009 15:12:52 GMT -7
At his comment she roughly dug her finger dipper into his wound to show her dissatisfaction. Maybe she was wrong about him after all. Thinking about sex... he was the corn dog wasn't he? Her concern for him slowly drained away with that knowledge. And to think she was about to save his life. Forget about it. He was a pervert just like the rest and he deserved to die like the rest.
She'll make him bleed just for that.
From her distal joint she let a wire peek out, but just the sharp tip and she kept it out from Tetsuya's eyesight. She put her hand up his shirt, firstly letting her nails rake down his abdomen before she brought the tip of her wire to meet his skin. She punctured his flesh deep enough to draw blood but shallow enough to keep him from bleeding to death. Lifting his shirt up, Mu-n observed her handy work and smiled at him, "Baby, I think you should hold tongue still before I slice it off."
Using his blood she wrote her name right above his bellybutton. She turned her neck to look at Zane over her shoulder, "What do you think? Bigger?" she asked, indicating towards the gash she had just given Tetsuya.
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Nov 4, 2009 17:14:19 GMT -7
Aimlessly his eyes squinted from the broken bones of his now lifeless thumbs. It seemed each time he tried to make progress with them, the pain grew worse and it was only best to minimal movement to reduce the stress. At the same time he was trying to keep cool and clear his head, he fought the panic that dawned on him. It was the last thing he needed was to panic and let fear creep into his heart and hold him hostage against his will. He hated fearing anyone or anything, the reason to it is still unknown to him but it was a feeling he always fought against at all cost. It was the reason he refused to scream or yell out through the affliction and torment. Still there was only so much one can take and Tetsuya had no idea of how long he could put up resistance. His body was strong and able to take unimaginable damage that no human and even aquila’s could take, but his emotional state was crumbling by the seconds as he found several halts in all the plans he’s apprehending within the short time frame. His eyes would look up at the kid would found the gory scenery amusing. Clearly he couldn’t tell when one was being sarcastic, he was actually sadden that the kid really thought that a three-way was in his head. This was even a worse way to die, by people with no humor. He already had something smart to say to the punk, but it looked like the mood had changed from the sadistic freak tearing away at him. He could see it in her eyes that things were about to get worse for him and quickly he attempted to tense his body up and close his eyes. He had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next and he didn’t want to see what would happen either.
Shortly he felt her nailing scratching down his skin that forced him to cringle his eyebrows fiercely. following the nail wounds, he began to make muffled loud grunting noises as he felt a sharp object that was coming like steel tatter his skin; the steel like feeling pierce through his skin in a slow process and twisting motion to increase the sizzling experience. His head began to shiver from the sensation and he continue to growl in agony while his olive eyes viewed the ceiling in anguish. By the time she was finish, he was gasping for air and the gruesome feeling to vomit was upon him. through the impalement, he refuse to give them any satisfaction and successfully avoiding screaming. At the same time he looked away from their faces and only stared at the ceiling while trying to regain his strength.
I don't know how much longer i can take of this. The worse part is that she's just getting started....I can't give up just yet. There must be a way out of this
Slowly his weary eyes scaled down to finally observe the expression on her face that was filled with thrill and excitement. It was obvious she appreciates her work and it isn’t her first time doing such ruthless acts. She knew exactly what she was doing and paid close attention to make the torture excruciating at the same time not enough to knock him out or kill him....well for now. The expression that he witness before hand was gone and their seemed to be no trace of it anymore, what ever her game was...it was gone apparently. While he witness the punkish kid housing around with his sword, he began to cough abit from the damage and began losing his will bit by bit.
Is there really no way out?...does my road really end here? huh? even through a horrid sight...you still glisten in beauty
He attention was drawn like a magnet to his cross once as he sparkle a bit from the lighting within the room. gazing on it numb the pain as he thought of the mission he’s created for himself and the mystery person that’s given him it. It was all he could think of at this point was staring at his cross...it brought remorse and somewhat comfort to his heart and crumbling spirit. a delicate item that he holds deary and the best remedy to any of his problems. although it could just break him out of this hell hole, it definitely brought hope. He then heard the twisted woman threaten of slicing his tongue at the same time teasing him and calling him baby. A weird twist, but he didn’t respond and only stared at his jewel that was slowly and slowly causing him to think of his past. he still continue to gasps for air as stared and breath heavier as fatigue began to get at his body once again. It appeared that it was getting to him by piece by piece. Still he decided to throw more words to attempt and stop there entertainment. "Is that the best you got!?"
It wasn’t sure why he was pressing his luck so much but he was now moving by instincts now as he continue to gaze at his lucky charm.I only wished i remember who gave you to me.
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Post by Zane/Selena Solister on Nov 4, 2009 20:28:50 GMT -7
The whole scene made Zane feel a bit happier at heart. It was much better than the boring scene outside the bar from before. At least now there was torture and blood, something Zane could really get into especially since it was an Aquila being tortured. He watched as Mu-n dug her fingers into the man. She seemed upset over his earlier comment. It didn't surprise him much; Mu-n didn't seem like the type to want that. Still, from what happened before he wasn't too sure. The best thing for right now is to trust that Mu-n will do her job and torture him. From the way she's doing things, even if he tried to fight back later it wouldn't be much of a fight without a blade and damaged like he is. What happens after he's tortured...I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Zane walked closer as Mu-n dug into the warrior with the wires protruding out of her. It seemed like a good way to scar him, though Zane wasn't too sure.
I don't know really. It seems fine enough. But are you really sure you want him to have a scar to remember you by? He might take it that you like him. Zane spoke with sarcasm as he looked at the damage done by Mu-n. Sure he knew it was an interesting thing, he just wanted to see how she would react and if she could do anything to make it worse. If you're not gonna change it, why not draw a picture? That would be fun to see you draw. And his pain makes it even better. Zane was getting into it. He really enjoyed watching the Aquila's pain. He never saw it before and now that he did he wanted more of it. Of course Zane knew that it probably wouldn't happen as often as he would like. But still it was something fun that had happened, something Zane really didn't have that much of.
Zane moved back to turn his attention on the warrior once more. He wanted to continue witnessing his pain. With the sword close by him floating, he looked at the pain he was going through. It must have been bad for him, even worse with Mu-n's little comments and his loss of a weapon to Zane. By now Zane could tell that the man didn't like him at all. It didn't bother Zane much; he didn't like him either. However, Zane was noticing that later on, the man was looking at something. Zane looked closer and saw that he was focused on something around his neck. Zane figured that the object must have some emotional importance to him. Hmm...maybe emotional torture is the way to go? I'll think about it. If he keeps on being boring and doesn't scream, maybe I'll tell Mu-n it might be a good idea to take it away. I'll ask her now just to make sure. Who knows...she might like the idea. Zane leaned down again to Mu-n, trying to make sure the Aquila couldn't hear him. Hey...that thing on his chest...I think it really means something to him. If we took it away, do you think he might be angry? It might break him a little bit if you wanna test it out. I'm leaving it up to you to decide on if you want to let him keep it. Taking it might make him angry or it might make him a bit weaker and have less strength to fight back. Zane moved back up and took a step back and continued to watch the show. He hoped it didn't go on for too much longer though. Zane hated it when time was wasted doing insignifigant things. It didn't matter much now though. He was being entertained by this, and all that was left was the final blow.
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Post by Giovanna Azzari on Nov 8, 2009 21:25:43 GMT -7
She watched intently as his will slowly melted away, but while her ever so sadistic grin was present, she felt troubled deep down in her gut. Something was wrong here, and she couldn't put her finger on it. He was breaking, just what she wanted! But now that it was happening a since of deep regret clutched at her heart and its grip only tightened with each passing moment. A frown stole her lips and she took her frustration out on her capture by digging her finger roughly into the wound she had just given him.
However, through this troubled moment Zane's voice faded back into her senses slowly. She didn't turn to look at him at this point, only kept her actions the same and she was quick enough to make sure that her moment of weakness wasn't shown in her body language, "Scar? Remember? You talk as if you expect him to live," was her point, and she turned to face her clanmate this time with hollow eyes.
It was then did she remember that he was still covered in the drink she had drenched him in. It troubled her to see him in such a mess but she didn't say anything about it yet, tempted to ask him to go clean up. If she did, Mu-n knew that he would more than likely think that she was trying to get him away so that she could talk to her victim. But even that was the least of her intentions.
She shortly turned her attention back to Tetsuya and even notice his attention was drawn somewhere else, as if he didn't even notice that she had her hand practically inside his body. She was slightly put off by it, but she couldn't deny the sense of relief that he probably hadn't notice the pain as of yet. She felt Zane move closer to her and her eyes watched him from the corner of her sockets as he bent to whisper in her ear, but his words forced her to look at what had him so concerned and if it wasn't for the fact that he was right next to her, she would have froze as the sense of familiarity struck a chord that led to her heart.
She had seen that cross before.
Lazily, she withdrew her hand from his insides and with that very same hand, she gripped Zane's chin and forced him to look at her,ignoring how the Tetsuya's blood painted his skin with her touch, "His will is already breaking," she said defensively, not sure if it was because he was insulting her work or because of she had early on felt, "Do not tempt his anger more than what you already have, adrenaline is our enemy at this point." She spoke out loud, as if she didn't care if Tetsuya heard her, even though that's what she wanted.
It was clue for him. With enough adrenaline, he could potentially break her energy block and regain control of his nervous system. She only hoped that this time Tetsuya had read in between the lines like he should have done in the first place. If not, then she only hoped that he was smart enough to listen and use that information to his advantage. She had discreetly handed him ladder, she only hoped that he knew how to climb it.
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Nov 11, 2009 18:37:48 GMT -7
"Hurgh! ack!.."
It was coming like a constant thrashing of spasms burning at a high degree as Mu-n fingers digged away at his insides. His body laid still as if it wasn’t his, but his face express the agony as his face tensed up. His teeth buckled against one another as he squinted his eyes and made muffled growling sounds, resisting to scream out in pain. Each time he felt as if he was gonna scream, all he could do is shut his mouth the best he could and attempted to bare the burden being dealt. His body seemed to be slowly dwindling by the minutes, since he already took damage from the balled headed freak at the bar. His emotional state was quickly being devoured with only thoughts of death coming to collect his soul. Several times he’s dodge the old man in cloaked, and it would seem that this was where he’d get his chance to capture him. The pain was tough and scaling greater as he felt the her hands igniting his nerves with each and every turn she made. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t passed out from the stress being done to him, but it was probably because he’s been through so much physical abuse that he’s able to withstand for so long. But even so it was too much that he almost begged for her to stop. Those thought crowed his mind to the point that it pissed him off that there was fear, but his grieve was to overwhelming to even change to anger.
Alright old man...Save my ass right now! And take me from this hell hole! You finally won you snot nose bastard. Hurry up and take my life ol-
A disturbance hindered his thoughts once again as he felt random flashes drown through his mind. It was as if his mind was filled with several T.Vs and they all played different shows all at once. The picture of all these visions or flashbacks, confused the olive warrior as he shivered from the torment. Before he could even comprehend any of the views, they all vanished and only the flashback of a shadow figure giving him the Cross appeared. He could almost feel the hands breeze down his chest. every touch from the figures hands built a stronger connect to the figure...an emotional bond that was very important to him. it put him as ease and soon he was embraced by the shadow figure that put him in shock. This only trigger his curiosity further, He wanted to know this person he cared so much for was and why this cross was so daring to him. Even when one touched it, anger boiled within him. His face gradually relaxed and he began to catch his breath at the same time retching from the violent pain he suffered. She had removed her hands finally and gave him a short time to recover, but for how long was unknown to Tetsuya.
while he open his eye sluggishly, he looked at his wounds to see that the injury was close to life threatening. luckily she made the wound so that he woundn’t bleed to death, but at the same time if he was to over aggravated it and make the wound bigger...his chances of dying would be high. Tetsuya..don't give up A voice dawned on him while he laid on the table. it was familiar but hard to recognize, the voice talked with great confidence as if it was possible to get out such a bondage. It was a female’s voice and her voice brought great strength in his spirit. oddly enough he heard the sadistic woman surprisingly defending him. It almost mad him wonder if he actually hit a spot in her...if so this maybe his ticket out. As he listen he began to ponder over her words. Tetsuya was really good at reading between lines and some of the reason why he got himself out of certain situations if he tried his best. With what was going on he had already figured out Half of what Mu-n’s powers was. As for the punkish kid...his powers was way top obvious and now that he was aware of it, he had no problem handling him. He could probably take them out...but not together, his state of mind would have to change and his thinking patterns tampered with emotions.
"don't think i didn't hear that! You even touch my cross! i'll take your head!"
His voice was low but he was dead serious. There was no way he was gonna let them take the only thing that matter to him at this point. Just the very thoughts of it pissed him off. One thing for sure, if he even somehow got out of this trap. Tetsuya would make sure he get his pay back on them. While he sat there, he began to begin his progress...If there was a will, then there was a way!
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Post by Zane/Selena Solister on Nov 13, 2009 22:04:21 GMT -7
Something didn't sit right with Zane. He already didn't trust Mu-n from what happened to the bar earlier. Now, she spoke a bit too loudly. Okay, maybe Zane was pushing him a little about the whole cross thing, but he didn't care much. But Mu-n...it didn't seem right. She spoke about a weakness in her powers...and he probably heard their conversation. She was definitely planning something, Zane knew that already. But now his doubts and confusion were put to rest. He was sure that she could not be trusted right now. It was up to Zane then to finish off the Aquila...and Mu-n if need be.
All right fine. Do as you wish. Just keep torturing him and then ill just finish him off if you want. It doesn't matter much to me anyway. Zane shrugged as he walked behind her. She enraged him. She could at least try to be nice. It didn't matter though. Zane floated the sword next to him as he focused on Mu-n's mind. He decided to remain there after a quick falter before. Plus this would be a good chance to relax and recharge. Although the sword did hang limply in the air, it was being held up, and pointed somewhat at Mu-n. This way, if she did go through with whatever she was planning, he could still try and fight her right then and there.
Zane could tell that the man was trying to make an escape. He didn't seem to be breaking like Mu-n said either. Most likely, he could tell that he listened to what she was saying and was using it to escape. It made Zane so angry, but there wasn't much he could do. He crossed his arms and looked at both of them and tried to think. Let's see...if I try to attack Mu-n it won't work because I have no reason to yet. And I can't attack the Aquila because that'll only make things worse between Mu-n and me. So basically, all I can do is wait for Mu-n to make her move. I hate to do it to you Mu-n, but if you betray the Serpente and let the Aquila escape, I take that as an insult to everything we believe in. I just hope that things don't get too rough for me...I'm only one person...
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Post by Giovanna Azzari on Nov 20, 2009 13:11:32 GMT -7
He was prompting through her mind, and that pissed her off. She looked at Zane, noticed Tetsuya's sword and she knew what to do to give Tetsuya more time to gather enough adrenaline. But thankfully, it was Zane's fault. He gave her the right materials to doubt him right back, and what a better way to give Tetsuya more time than to display the mistrust they had in one another, "Why go through my mind when you can just ask?" she said, her lips pulling down into a frown and she purposely turned her back on Tetsuya to stand up, "Find anything interesting, hm?" she asked him, resting her hands on her hips and made eye contact with her mistrusting ally, "keep pointing that sword at me and I might as well let him go free." there was anger in her voice, anger that said if Zane wasn't on her side she would tortured him too, but worse.
Behind the anger, was truth. Her fingers twitched with anticipation, covered in Tetsuya's blood and then she turned her attention back to the man with a hole in his stomach, "Did you hear that?" she asked him, her forefinger and thumb wrapped around his chin and forced him to look at her, "Zane's so eager to kill you," with the needle still protruding though her knuckle, she made a thin, long cut along the side of his face and released him roughly, knowing exactly what to do to get his blood pumping. "Then do it, Zane," she said, stepping away from Tetsuya and faced her clanmate with hard eyes to show how serious she was, "Kill him now, before I change my mind."
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Nov 25, 2009 22:41:01 GMT -7
Tetsuya! Don't Stop! Keep On Fighting!
The voice echoed in his ears repetitively with so much passion that he could feel his strength raising during his struggle for control. The more he squirmed was the more he felt slight twitches all over his body body, from his legs and up. He was gaining feeling by each jerking motion he made. He was actually surprised to see that he had gain that much progress through his hopeless efforts. While that was going on, he kept his eyes open for the two villains who seem to have trust issues with one another. A perfect scenario to even greaten his chances of escaping. Once he was free of this spell casted on him, the rest would all be instincts of how to withdraw. A matter a fact he had already figured away of leaving this place...A risky attempted that could probably put his life in danger, but it was better then nothing. If it was one thing Tetsuya did was risky attempts to gain victory, the only thing that kept him alive during most of his life was his ambition and determination....and that’s what was gonna help him survive once again.
A sudden twist in his arm was detected as he began to struggle with the sadistic woman hand wrapped around his chin once again to stare at her. He didn’t hear a word she was saying because he was to busy examining her expression. Something was up with her, there was a sense of discomfort and confusion. he didn’t know why, but he actually felt sorry for her....He’s seen these type of eyes before and he was very familiar with them. Eyes of another lost soul in search for meaning and purpose. The only reason why he knew those eyes so well was because they were ones he always seen each morning he raised. That pretty much meant it was a false life she was living until she clearly found herself and what she stood for. As she let go and wounded yet another scar, he finally felt the hold release all over his body and free to move. Now was the time to finally plan his escape. This would have to be done quickly though, since Tetsuya only had so much strength. his arms bulged in sized and veins became greater in size as he began to focus enough energy to get his plan done. swiftly he rolled off the table and landed on both feet, with his hand quickly flinging the table to hurl in Zane’s direction. If Mu-n didn’t get out the way she would be hit as well since they were both in each other range.
Tetsuya had an idea of what Zane’s next move would be. He understood idea of his powers now and what he could be capable off. And if he was correct, pressuring him would be no problem. The area was tight and a great disadvantage for a psychic. The ammo had already be set for Tetsuya, the question was how he would use it
"Alright! No more games. Its time to get serious!"
His voice was far from his playful side and his face declared that he was no longer joking around and maybe perhaps not even holding back. He was a cornered dog...and when an animal is cornered and desperate,, is where it’s most dangerous
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Post by Zane/Selena Solister on Nov 30, 2009 21:23:12 GMT -7
Zane brought the sword back to his hands at Mu-n's words. "The only reason is you can get more information than from talking to a person. Like they say, 'Talk is cheap.' And no, I didn't find anything interesting about you. No painful memories or evil plots or anything of the sort." He was getting angry and concerned about Mu-n, now that she revealed a weakness to him. "Really now Mu-n, if you want to talk let's talk. Let's talk about why you can so carelessly reveal weakness to your enemies. Is there something you're not telling me? Zane was getting more concerned and angry with Mu-n. He couldn't let his guard down now.
Her words, though, intrigued her. He figured it was about time to get this ordeal over with. "Of course I want to get this over with. This is idiotic and useless to keep him alive for so long now." Now that she stepped back, it was finally time to finish the deed. Zane smiled evilly at the man and pointed his own sword at him. "This is going to be some much fun. I've been looking forward to this. Now it's time to die." Zane prepared to kill the Aquila, but it seemed to be too late.
Zane noticed how he was gaining power and levitated himself backward a couple of feet. He knew he didn't have much room and made due with what he had, and what he had was a large sword. He dropped to the ground, only a few inches above, and began to spin the sword in the air. The sword, about a foot from his face, would hopefully be able to provide protection. But there was still one more issue: Mu-n was still in the way. If she didn't move soon, she would get hit. Mu-n, just get out of the way. Grr, even if she does I still have no idea on what to do. I can't fight like this, better find a way to finish this soon. I doubt even I could stop him if he got back his sword. Come on Mu-n, I need you to at least not fight me, or try and get him to stop.
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