little wheel he/him Posted February 9, 2019 Posted February 9, 2019 Quote Ooh. JUICY. Allak leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the table. He sat the plate on his knees and began cutting, holding the fork in his left hand and the knife in his right. Yx, keep track of this conversation for me, will you? Will do.
+Sorana she/her Posted February 9, 2019 Posted February 9, 2019 Lena stared at him, pure hatred in her eyes, her voice a snarl. "Of course. It's interesting."
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 9, 2019 Author Posted February 9, 2019 Sebastian smiled. "Good. If you do as I say. Killing the people I want dead. He'll be kept alive and in good condition. Fed clothes and untouched. You already know the agreement l, should I die you will never see you kid again. Though I should mention that dear old grandma s dead."
+Sorana she/her Posted February 9, 2019 Posted February 9, 2019 (edited) "I'll kill you. One day I'll kill you." she told him coldly and then turned away, so that he couldn't see her face, the desperation, the sorrow. She'd loved her grandma. But it wasn't like she had a choice. As long as he had her child, she would do what he wanted her to do. Edited February 9, 2019 by Sorana
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 9, 2019 Author Posted February 9, 2019 "Hmmm. You know what happens if you do." He said. "You should go talk to our guest. Get you mind on other things."
+Sorana she/her Posted February 10, 2019 Posted February 10, 2019 Lena whirled around and stormed towards the basement, to talk to Myriad. Stupid, stupid, stupid Lena.
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 10, 2019 Author Posted February 10, 2019 Myriad it would seem had snuck off.
+Sorana she/her Posted February 10, 2019 Posted February 10, 2019 (edited) Lena went back upstairs and finished her Taco, grinning again. At least she had been spared that conversation. "Would you mind, I went outside for a while?" she asked Sebastian. Edited February 10, 2019 by Sorana
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 11, 2019 Author Posted February 11, 2019 "If you take the butler." He responded.
+Ark1002 Posted February 11, 2019 Posted February 11, 2019 Awareness. Again. At last. He struggled. What had he learned last time? A world. Blood. Death... he forced himself out of the fantasies. What else? He... he had a body. Could he control it? He tried to move. All of his willpower, but it was like throwing himself against a chasmfiend without a shardblade. Ah, killing. Killing, killing, ki- Maybe, just one part. HE strained, trying to twitch a finger, a single finger. Nothing. It was like someone had cut some connection between his brain and his body. It didn't work. Warmth. There had been something warm. What was it? What could it have been? He was somewhere. He had to be. And then... the haze. It consumed him, battle. A slaughter. He killed a woman's husband in front of her... he tried to pull out, but he couldn't. But in that last moment... one eye slid open. There was no eye. Just flame.
+Sorana she/her Posted February 13, 2019 Posted February 13, 2019 Lena grimaced and nodded. "Alright. I'll take him."
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 13, 2019 Author Posted February 13, 2019 "Good. He turned back to Allak. "Where were we?" @JacobClaessen
+Sorana she/her Posted February 13, 2019 Posted February 13, 2019 Lena shot him a poisonous glance, somehow relieved that he had given up pretending to be a nice, gracious host. She turned around and stomped down the stairs, out of the door.
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 13, 2019 Author Posted February 13, 2019 The butler followed behind quietly
Gancho Libre he/him Posted February 13, 2019 Posted February 13, 2019 Quote Ay Meeker are there random suits of armor around this place, like a castle?
Gancho Libre he/him Posted February 13, 2019 Posted February 13, 2019 Quote Cool! And, also, thanks! One of the random, supposedly hollow suits of armor shifted slightly in its place as Sebastion passed. 2
little wheel he/him Posted February 14, 2019 Posted February 14, 2019 Allak finished his Eggs Benedict, and then began cleaning his teeth with an aluminum bronze kiridashi. "Well, it all depends on what you want to do." @Lord Meeker
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 14, 2019 Author Posted February 14, 2019 "What I always do. Sow chaos." Was the simple reply.
Gancho Libre he/him Posted February 14, 2019 Posted February 14, 2019 The hollow suit of armor pulled out a notebook and scribbled down Sebastion's words in it. 'Always... Do... Sow... Chaos," the suit mumbled. "Got it," The suit tucked the notebook back into a metal pocket. The suit saw that Sebastion had walked out of earshot, so the hollow suit casually sidestepped a couple times to catch the rest of Sebastian's words.
little wheel he/him Posted February 14, 2019 Posted February 14, 2019 Allak pulled a small flask from his hip and took a drink. "I would suggest we replace the water supply with jelly, but that wouldn't work for a place like here."
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 15, 2019 Author Posted February 15, 2019 "Not villainous enough. One must do things correctly." Seb said
Gancho Libre he/him Posted February 15, 2019 Posted February 15, 2019 The suit of armor saw a servant passing and casually froze in place. However, the position it had been in was a yoga pose, and that darn servant wouldn't leave. 1
little wheel he/him Posted February 16, 2019 Posted February 16, 2019 Allak smiled, light glinting from his sharpened teeth. "Well, if we can't remove the water supply, we should do something like creating a spiritual parasite. It would block healing and do some very... fun things to it's host."
Lord Meeker he/him Posted February 16, 2019 Author Posted February 16, 2019 (edited) This piqued his curiosity. "Maybe. Could it extinguish Investiture completely from a person?" Edited February 16, 2019 by Lord Meeker
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