Claude 2 danger logs

[14:17] Lucian Valintine says, "Ah, it's awake."
[14:18] Claude vey Pelleaux asks, "It?"
[14:19] Claude looked up from the half-destroyed chair, gazing upon the cloaked figure closely.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[14:21] A soft grin could be noted from beneath his hood.

"Yes, it."

Arms folded behind his back as he walked slowly from east to west.

"The most noble of all nobles, hm?"

He paused to lean forward, some distance between the two still.

"How does it feel to have fallen from such heights?"
(Lucian Valintine)
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[14:26] The Pelleaux looked at Lucian closely, a soft glow of gold peering out from beneath long wild hair. The wounds that littered his body were still fresh enough to keep him from being comfortable.

"The g-greatest of the Nobility. So, y-you've walked in he-here thinking that I would what?"

As he spoke a leg left the floor, to evenly cross over his knee. A curling of his lips as he scowled at the figure. The chittering of the cold that was perpetually coating his lungs.

"No, you're just a wr-wretch of this group of m-miscreants. A worm cr-crawling beneath the dirt. Let me give you some advice."

His right hand flicked, pointing at the man with a digit that was scoured and mared with the fresh burns fo battle.

"Show re-respect to your betters before you g-get taught it."
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[14:29] He released a heavy laughter in response.

"Ah.. right.."

He hummed softly, finally revealing a plate of food he'd kept behind his back. With a flick of his wrist it was tossed onto the ground before him.

"I wait to be taught. I have no fear, none towards the likes of you anyway."

That grin widened.

"You'll be needing to kill me to teach me anything."
(Lucian Valintine)
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[14:52] The Nobleman's eyes narrowed upon Lucian, glancing to the cell door past the man. No one was around it appeared, this man had came into his cell to insult him alone. That was something he'd not expected to happen.

Not after he'd busted Sarasha's nose and tried to kill her just a few days before. The laughter of the man rung about in the cell. It was an infuriating sound, obnoxious in it's arrogance.

"Unfortunately for you, I-I'm a good teacher." As he spoke his mana-circuits started to spark up. The collar about his neck protested and tried to syphon the flow of cosmic energy but in the end it wasn't enough.

The power or Rasalhague coursed through is body as a thin shimmer of incandesnce started to coat the Nobleman's frame. His hands coming to clasp upon his crossed knees. The power cosmic fighting back the eternal chill he'd been cursed with.

"Death isn't a lesson, it's a dismissal for the ignorant who refuse to learn." As he spoke his gaze flicked to the ceiling for a moment. "Dignity, that's the lesson I'll impart. Tell me, how many have you seen in this cell?"

The longer he talked, the more of his celestial blessings he received the less his injuries pained him. His grimace slowly shifted into a mask of amicability. "To many I wager but less than I've seen behind bars. So, does a man lose his dignity when he is imprisoned? Many will say it's stripped from him. I think what happens is most surrender it once they walk through bars."

As he spoke he'd point towards the bars behind Lucian. "That goes for both the imprisoned and the guards. You lost yours the moment you felt a sense of power over me. Don't feel bad, most have that reaction. However, only those who posses great personal dignity can behave with decorum to a defeated foe, and those without dignity are less than human."

As he spoke his knees uncrossed, feet settling upon the floor as he stood a whirling mass of lights dancing across his form. "So, tell me little mouse. Do you think you can gain some dignity or must I show you what happens when you enter a serpents den?"

Even as battered and wounded as he was, the sight of the torn Pelleaux was impressive to behold. The borealis that billowed across his form as slits of molten gold peered behind a veil of indigo. His hands clasped tightly behind a unbent back, the flow of blood from some fo his wounds restarting as they were ripped anew with the movement.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[15:04] "How unexpected."

His grin widened as he took to his feet. The lights flickering around the room, even his collar couldn't deter him. His words fell faded, icy hues flickered upon his shrouded visage.

Exciting.

"Ah.. this power I feel. It isn't because you're restrained and I'm not."

He clicked his tongue a bit, his head shifting left to right as an intense chill was manifested in his surroundings, some waves of frozen air beaming from his direction.

"No.. no.. no. No, Pelleaux. I simply enjoy watching you squirm. As you've watched the poor squirm all those years. Those who needed the coin you so casually tossed aside. Those who needed help.."

His grin widened even further.

"Now, I wonder who will come to help you?"
(Lucian Valintine)
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[15:12] The Nobleman's gaze narrowed as he looked at Lucian. This young man really didn't know who he was did he? His head tilted to the side, as if inspecting Lucian closely. Looking for some tell or explanation for his words but he couldn't find any.

Ignorance was it? Well, perhaps most rarely took the time to study who they hated. It was a flaw common to mankind. After-all if you understood what you hated, it became a lot harder to hate for most people.

"When you've been beaten and tortured by some of the strongest magi alive. I doubt you'll fair much better young man." As he spoke he'd reach down beside him, his hand seeming to rest upon something that was just not easy to see. As if whatever he'd grabbed either was obscured or simply wasn't there.

"I spent my life improving those poor wretches you so casually cry about. Hospitals, orphanages, clean water, food. All these things have been brought to the downtrodden by me. No, you wouldn't know that would you? Else, you'd have more wisdom in your words, else you'd not echo the same rhetoric of others."

He'd not go into the scandal of marrying a wild Felinae he'd met upon the streets. No, that was to personal to bring up here. To personal to speak about now in this moment. So, instead he simply answered the man.

"I'll help myself!"

With a flash of light, speed most would deem impossible the Pelleaux vanished in light. To appear before Lucian, with a make-shift blade risen high above his head!
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[15:19] ** Claude vey Pelleaux has inflicted an injury upon Lucian Valintine. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[15:43] It was speed, that's what he'd shown to be his strongest part. Like a flash he'd set upon Lucian, the feeling of cold radiating from the ice magi only making his own internal icy curse that much worse. He'd have to fight quick, any mistakes and his wounds would tip the fight in the younger magi's favor.

Down came the chunk of nyeshk he'd forged amid a puddle of his own blood. The Desperate blade delivering an equally desperate strike. A strike Lucian would parry, in the nick of time. Opening a flurry of strikes between them to begin. The flickering of light reflecting off the icy flakes as they floated in the air.

Back and forth the two battled a competition between a wounded predator and one of his captors. Another battle for the exhausted man another battle he looked to be losing for a moment. As Lucian's ice started to encapsulate the cell in it's embrace. Looking more and more to become a tomb for the Pelleaux.

Time as running out and Claude knew the sounds of the fighting would be noticed but hoped that it would be written off to another bout of torturing at the hands of his captors. But hoping was a fools game, so he looked across the spikes of razor sharp ice and locked in on Lucian's form. It was hard to spot, the blizzard around him obscuring sight and purpose alike.

One rush, that's all he needed. "Rasalhague, witness your champion's struggles. To him he was undergoing what his patron star struggle with eternally. That was the battle agains the great serpent. The eternal struggle for control.

The air around Claude began to cook as the raw energies of the stars radiated off of his frame. The blood pouring at his feet form his wounds starting to melt rivulets into the ice at his feet. Then a flash, melting everything around him came from the swordsman.

It was as if he was there one moment and gone the next. His formtaking the nature of pure-starlight. Shifting and refracting from the ice in the air. Until he would briefly feform near Lucian a swipe of his blade swung, then into light he became. Again and again he struck and vanished only until he finally reformed before the man.

His hand raised as a beam of light materialized instantly from it into the ice-magi's chest. It would ignite his internal circuitry like nothing before. Overfilling them with a radiance not seen within the darkened cells before. It was enough to end the battle in the Radiant Magi's favor.

His breath's came heavy and ragid as he felt the blessings of his star fade with the need dwindling. He could feel the pain in his body as his circuits cried for relief. The constant struggles putting a toll upon him that he'd not experienced before.

Slowly he walked, his boots crushing the ice beneath his feet as it lost it's magical potency. His foot shot out to kick the sword away from the man, hearing it bounce into a corner as his boot came down upon his chest. The makeshift weapon of his coming to rest above the man's throat.

"Now mouse, show me the way out and I won't skewer you where you lay."

He actually paused for a moment, feeling vindictive as his foot left the man's chest only to come down hard. Pressing against the sternum so that the ice magi would feel the pain in his lungs.

"And it's Lord Pelleaux to you."
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[15:50] He was fast. There was no denying that.

However, Lucian knew where his talents lied. It wasn't in combat, he was more of an informant, a strategist, an instigator. Simply.. he distained those like Claude.

The battle between the two raged on. It didn't take Claude long to realize his advantages, and Lucian's weaknesses. Before long he found himself stricken.. and without any normal injury to follow.

His jaws clenched as he could feel his circuits burning him from within. That pain, he attempted to nullify with his own ice magic. To no avail, that burning sensation could not be soothed.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!"

He could only laugh, though it came out as more of a shout. His eyes widened, mouth gaped to release these sounds.

"Loooorddd Pelleauxxx.." he spoke with some muttered breathing, still laughing a bit.

"I'll never show you the way out."

He was resolved. Cameo's will to use this man for his further gain, the gain of his cause.
(Lucian Valintine)
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[16:00] Slow, heavy footfalls resound as Ryohr approaches and stops by the cells wall. He'd heard the fighting, the echoing of magic hitting flesh and the laughter that resounds thereafter.

Or perhaps it was just good timing.

There's a look beneath that masked, hidden attire he wore as eyes find the Pelleaux hidden within the cell.

"Claude. Vey. Pelleaux."
(Ryohr)
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[16:04] The Pelleaux's eyes narrowed as he looked at Lucian, of course the man was going to be difficult about it. The Nobleman's foot lifted for a moment only to rear back and kick the man across the face. The sound of his boot colliding with his captor's jaw echoing resoundingly.

"That's what I thought you'd s-say." The chill began to radiate from his chest once more as his rush of cosmic vigor began to fade. This wasn't what he'd hoped for in the slightest, a vent for his anger if nothing else.

"You Syndicates and you d-damnable fanaticism. You're fighting a w-war that cannot be won. Osrona has stood for nearly t-two thousand years it won't be brought low by a band of roaches scurrying under the e-earth."

His speech was interrupted as he looked up from Lucian, three magi? That was bad timing if ever there was some. The Nobleman's makeshift blade shifted from Lucian's neck to point at the new arrivals. His foot shifted though and took it's place. Pressing down hard as his strength threatened to crush the man's windpipe.

"I doubt any of you care enough for this man's life for him to be a bargaining chip?" A flush of cosmic power started to come alive as he spoke.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[16:11] Well this wasn't something he was expecting to walk into, his plan to taunt the noble locked away in a cell ruined as he took in the sight of the Pelleaux's foot placed upon Lucian's throat.

Hand raised to scratch away at his jaw beneath his hood at the scene, seemingly uncaring as he approached to take a spot behind the trio, head tilting to the side as scarlet-hues peered.

"The whetstone decided to fight back I see."

Finally he spoke, snorting in amusement as he finished speaking, even though a boot continued to threaten to crush Lucian's windpipe, another step leading him slightly closer, body coiling up underneath the cloak.

Attention turning away from the hostage situation and towards the others around him, eyes searching for something for a moment before deciding to remain quiet after his taunt.
(Proteus)
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[16:15] Sibylle had heard a commotion - and naturally had come to such chaos, like an animal led to it's natural food source. The woman stepped around the corner, brown eyes staring before a smile cracked along her face. The woman stared, arms coming to cross as Claude attempted to bargain his way out of his fate.

"... Kill him," Sibylle purred out, a Cheshire-like smile spreading along her face slowly. "We'll just use him for our own devices. It makes no difference to me, Claude."

A hand settled upon her hip, as she marched her way up to the bars of the cell itself. A finger rose and she waggled it to and fro idly before a giggle spilled from her lips.

"Aren't you so angry? At what has happened? Here you are, a haughty and strong noble - reduced to nothing more than a prisoner that I actually came to play with!" She said, "Be angry at the card you have drawn, Claude Pelleaux. Be angry at where you are. Lash out to your heart's content until your heart beats. No. More."

It was just words, right? But perhaps it was something left unsaid, as Sibylle's brown eyes peered into Claude's own.
(Sibylle)
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[16:22] The Loa strides silently stepping past Sibylle and the others, into the cell. Starry hues of silver fall upon the fallen Lucien and Claude who stood above him.

A smile forms upon her lips as she folds her arms, a finger pressing to her lips as trails of golden mist trail from the tattoos that lines her illustrious form. An image of grace and nobility of her own kind, the star crossed dancer tilts her frame, black talons of ink adjust their hold upon her waist. Slithering unnaturally against her dark skin.

"I thought I smelt the throes of a fool calling to his star." Spoke Ororo, the radiance of a star personified.

"Yes, shed his blood and seal your fate. Truly he is your only hope of escape~"

Her tone is dreamy a voice that seems to echo at the edge of hearing and thought combined, hanging thick in the air like the sudden shift in pressure. As if the Loas two silver hues carried the weight of countless many. Unnatural tendrils of unseenwillpower poke and prod at the stirring emotions.

"Show us what animals you nobles trule are."
(Ororo Boros)
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[16:38] The Pelleaux's eyes narrowed into golden slits as they looked past the bars to Proteus in the background. His body groaned in pain at the water magi's sight, razor thin cuts from his rip-tide magics.

"I-I'll watching you hang amid the clamor of Osrona." It was a threat to be sure, the nobleman's stance shifting slightly. His crude nyeshk blade pointing towards the door as she did so. A glance was offered to Lucian, making sure the man was still dazed from the kick across his jaw.

Then he heard the other two magi who'd arrived, the women. It was quickly obvious to him that he was dealing with witches. There sing song voices causing his skin to crawl, it wasn't natural the way they spoke. To someone who'd learned to astral walk long ago he'd recognize it wasn't only physical words fully being spoken.

Though, that realization was easier to realize considering her heard them so clearly. All else echoed in his mind, the loss of his ear having left sounds distorted and muted. Twisted from what the should be. Slowly he spit blood upon the ground clearing his throat. "Witches, o-of course these Syndicate roaches would seek the infernal for t-there aid."

His words echoed evenly as he brought the blade up. A scowl settling upon his features were once there had been an amicable smile. They'd tossed aside Lucian without a care in the world of course they had. He was a fool and weak, just a pawn in the great games. That's when he felt something, those sing song words seemed to echo in his mind.

A bloodied hand, scorched with the artistic flames of the serpent was brought up to cup his head. What was happening? It was a swift shift in the man, as if a switch had been pulled. With a burst of power his foot shot downwards, crushing Lucian's throat at the same time the Pelleaux launched himself across the gap.

Expressions had shifted from his face as his movements began, no longer having the worthwhile to mimic the emotions he viewed upon others for so long. NO, he'd only one goal at the moment and it was to slay his captors. The closest magi was his first target as his form burst into a blazing inferno of raw cosmic power.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[16:39] For the launching off of Lucian's throat and to attack Ororo.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[16:41] Sibylle says, "Teehee."
[16:41] boo
(Proteus)
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[16:47] {Item} You drop The Desperate.
[16:47] {Item} You picked up The Desperate. Dropped by Claude vey Pelleaux. .
[16:48] Clearly the duo of Sibylle and Ororo weren't going to be much help when it came to actually keeping Lucian alive, the duo of women looking to antagonize the Noble even further.

Although he too didn't keep things safe for the hostage, a taunt of his own already thrown out in the moment. His head visibly shook beneath the hood at Claude's words, chuckle freely sounding out from his mouth.

"I think your be losing your tongue next."

Index-finger poised to point towards the missing ear, clearly hinting at another punishment coming the Pelleaux's way. Hues lit up as mana was freely pulled from his soul, magical circuits linked together to cast. Water tendrils, volatile in nature started to reveal themselves behind Proteus's form.

Too late to intervene with the crushing of Lucian's throat, but he was within distance to clash with the noble in the defence of Ororo, tendrils looking to lash out and strike against the noble's body.

"Again, whetstone. Let's sharpen ourselves once more."
(Proteus)
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[16:49] The Loa chuckles, unmoving by the sudden attempt at an attack. Softly she tilts her head, a finger pressed playfully upon a devilish smile.

Serpentine tendrils of ink slither against dark skin, talons of black upon her waist move visibly as if they were being prevented from intervening.

"The Noble thinks himself above roaches." She coos, watching as Proteus burst past her following the tilt of her head.

"However, Claude."

When she speaks his name there is a certain weight to it. As if that mention of his moniker was enough to tug at the soul beyond the already tangible pull at his senses that came from her very presence.

"Even the majestic firefly is just that.. An Insect." A subtle shift to her tone, a certain venom to the dreamy lull in her voice.
(Ororo Boros)
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[16:54] ** Proteus has inflicted an injury upon Claude vey Pelleaux. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[17:05] It was clear the noble was at a disadvantage. His form already littered from past wounds inflicted by the group when he had been captured, and being locked in that small cell hadn't done the Pelleaux any favours.

But it was still a hassle to face for the water-magi, Claude's speed constantly keeping him on his toes as he seemingly teleported across the cavern every now and then, Proteus's form instinctively disappearing into a cloud of mist when he next came.

Already his next spell was thought of, body forming to the side of the noble, hand raised with his palm facing towards Claude, scarlet-hues brightening even more as mana freely flowed.

Discs of cutting water appeared around the arena, locking onto the swordsman form and giving Proteus ample time to set up the finishing move, the head of a mighty beast forming first.

Maw widening as the dragon formed of water dove forward, crashing into the Pelleaux, slamming the cosmic-magi into the ground.

"..What do you wish to lose next, Claude?"

The first time he had actually used the man's name, slow steps leading him towards his subdued opponent, finally arriving by his form, boot making its way to be placed on Claude's throat.

The mercenaries head dipped ever so slightly, smile curled upon his lips as it revealed itself underneath his hood as he peered down towards Claude, foot applying pressure.

"Funny how things change. Someone's boot is on your throat this time."
(Proteus)
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[17:07] Sibylle watched it with rapt attention, even as the focus of her spell had fallen in battle - it didn't mean she still couldn't have her own fun. At Proteus' question regarding what he wished to lose next, the young woman leaned forward and giggled,

"Give me his tongue!" She cheered out, "I need it for... Strategic purposes!" She exclaimed. Now her eyes lingered upon Claude, a delicious smile coming to her features as her eyes bored a hole through him. "I wonder if you'll scream like Nemein did when I killed him..." She trailed off before eventually shrugging. She just wanted the noble's tongue after all.
(Sibylle)
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[17:12] "And just like an insect.. Easily crushed."

Ororo takes an elegant stride to land infront of Proteus and the fallen Claude. She raises a hand gently towards Sibylle, what she said and demanded was well and good however the Loa had further taunts in mind.

"Funny how the serpent bites the hand who holds it only to get crushed by its grip." She looks down upon him, smiling as wisps of golden light trail along her every breath.

"Yes, take his tongue. Nobles oft talk so very much. Especially those stricken by the stars." There was a final distasteful tinge of venom in her dreamy tone. She did so despise worshippers of Leonaus and their incessant ramblings and pointless altruism.

"No.. Let him live, there are fates far worse than death and he is of far better use to us with his soul intact." She spoke, more to Sibylle than anyone else, though her dreamy tone held its command to the air.

"For now."
(Ororo Boros)
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[17:20] The fighting went as the first time had, though he'd do markedly poorer. No doubt his body starting to give up in wasy his will hadn't just yet. Those watery lashes across his chest racked him with pain as he hit the ground. At this rate he'd not have a torso left. The feeling of pressure on his throat eliciting a cough from the man as his breathing became that much more difficult.

"Don't g-gloat to me scum!" The power of the witches magic was still coursing through his body and he brought his hands up to grip the man's boot. Clearly trying to keep it from crushing any further as well as to try and push him off. Yet, not even the infernal push of Sibylle's could give that kind of strength back to his flagging body.

His gaze flicked to the side as he heard Sibylle speak, listening to her for a moment. Strategic purposes? What foul sorceries did these hel-aligned have planned? Though at her words of screaming the manalmost chocked, helped by the boot.

"You killed N-Nemien?" A wheezing that might have been a laugh escaped his breath. "I o-owe you some coin then." He didn't say how much coin but the man's hatred of Nemien was fairly well known within Osrona. As he spoke the Hex began to ease and with it his energy weakened.

His focus shifted half-hearing Ororo as she spoke. He'd barely heard the reference to a firefly before. A... Enjoyable reference if he was to be honest. A half smile crossed his features as he listened to Ororo.

"Opiuchus' grip is true." It was a bit cryptic but the constellation that marked the sky wasn't hard to see to those who knew where to look. Then his attention shifted back to the man whose boot pressed against his throat. "S-sounds like your masters have spoken." It wasn't that he'd a desire to lose his tongue but he knew what this was.

If possessions had been reversed he'd have likely desired the same thing.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[17:22] Ryohr looks down upon the defeated noble. Wracked with countless injuries and fatigued from the countless battles and breakout attempts.

"There's no point keeping him without his tongue," he merely says, but doesn't make any movement to stop it.
(Ryohr)
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[17:23] Ororo Boros says, "Says the man who cannot speak to the mind."
[17:24] Ryohr says, "Exactly."
[17:24] Ryohr says, "We can't all talk to the mind."
[17:24] Claude vey Pelleaux says, "Most don't have a mind to speak to."
[17:24] Ororo Boros says, "A Shame, really."
[17:24] Sibylle asks, "Oh? You owe me coin?"
[17:24] Sibylle says, "It was an easy task, honestly. Magibane a man and he can hardly even stand up straight, much less wield a sword."
[17:25] Sibylle says, "But I do so love taking things from people."
[17:25] Claude vey Pelleaux says, "Mhm, magibane... Trusted you? Bigger fool than I'd thought."
[17:26] Sibylle says, "Well I -am- pretty adorable in a collar."
[17:26] Ororo Boros says, "Yes. The poor sod is to be kept alive, however tear out his tongue and relieve him of his belongings."
[17:27] Ororo Boros says, "Let him shiver nude if need be."
[17:27] Sibylle says, "Lewd."
[17:27] Proteus says, "Shut up."
[17:27] Proteus says, "Surrounded by degenerates all the time."
[17:28] Sibylle says, "Awww! Don't be so mean. You'll make me -cwy-."
[17:34] Boot remaining on the noble's throat as the duo of witches started to speak, frown marring his visage as his head turned towards Ororo, those words of command worsening his mood.

"I hope that wasn't to me sweetheart."

Words leaving his lips, and then his attention was returning back towards the downed Claude, snort leaving his nose as the boot upon the Pelleaux's throat pushed down as a hint of warning.

"Soured my mood even more. Lucky for us all you won't be able to yap anymore, your words will be missed."

Proteus's body shifted slightly, boot leaving Claude's neck to start to move to a crouch beside the noble, fist lashing out to clash into the man's stomach, a sudden swift attack out of seemingly no where.

Free-hand reaching forward to wrap around Claude's throat, slamming his head backwards into the cavern's floor.

His other hand's finger and thumb reached out to dig into the captives mouth, tongue now gripped, and then the pulling began. Scarlet hues lighting up, mana flowing as he uncaringly continued to pull till the tongue was ripped free, blood freely spurting.

"Someone's going to need to make sure he doesn't bleed out."

Casual words for the situation, tone detached as the hand that now held his trophy flicked out, blood falling onto the cavern's floor. Raising to a stand, his head turned towards Sibylle remaining their past words.

"How much for his tongue?"
(Proteus)
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[17:35] Sibylle offered a wry smile, eyes twinkling as Proteus actually pulled free the tongue of one Claude Pelleaux. At his question of how much it was worth, the woman's head dipped to the side.

"HMMM!!!.... I'll make you free potions, how about that?" She asked, eyelashes batting as she walked forth, closer.
(Sibylle)
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[17:39] She watched, ignoring his comment and merely smiling at the sudden butchering of the noble. She sought to stir the emotions further and had done so.

What she had said was not command, simple foresight and suggestion. However anyone could take it as they would. She was well aware of Syndicate goons tendencies to take unkindly to authority, it was the entire basis of an organization after all.

Finally, she chuckles lightly as she saw the sudden disdain in the mans visage.

"Now now, we are all friends here~"

"Though, it is rather unwise to leave a man whose tongue you just tore from him with his weapons."

Slowly, she tilts her head towards Sybille and nods.

"Make this quick, we have somewhere to be."

"Hands to hold~"
(Ororo Boros)
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[17:41] At either the best or worst time, Hatchet ambles in. The figures shoulders are hunched- but not thanks to the burden of the usual, trademark axe.

Rattling, rasping breaths filter through the mask and the air shimmers around them...strangely.

They stand removed from the gathering, watching with their eyes and face angled downward.
(Ita Waters)
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[17:45] Proteus says, "Not interested in potions, already know plenty of alchemists."
[17:45] Proteus says, "Coin. Give me coin."
[17:45] Ororo Boros asks, "How about two thousand?"
[17:46] Ororo Boros says, "We have places to be~"
[17:46] Sibylle says, "We'll pick this up later, I suppose."
[17:46] Proteus says, "Uh-huh. The tongue won't be going anywhere."
[17:46] Sibylle says, "Neat-o."
[17:46] Ororo Boros says, "Very well~"
[17:46] Ita Waters says, "..."
[17:47] ** Proteus has inflicted an injury upon Claude vey Pelleaux. ("Tongue Twister", "Ruthless in manner, the tongue within Claude's mouth ripped out of his mouth by the finger and thumb that pulled it out, the Pelleaux could only hope a medic would actually look over the injury.", "Permanent", "Severity: MINOR (-5 VIT)") **
[17:48] So began the pain once more, it was clearly hard for the man to handle. To his unfortunate credit, however, he would be awake for the act. Feeling the hand of Protues reaching into his mouth and pulling free the tongue. Ripping it free, no doubt by the gush of blood that spilt from his mouth this was what you'd call a bad move.

If you wanted him to live anyways. Since the tongue's removal caused the likelihood of bleeding out to increase exponentially. Those hands came up to cover his mouth for a few moment's as his vision blurred. This wasn't a chance for cheeky comebacks or valiant resolve. No this was the struggle of a magi's body to keep it from dying as a normal mans would have already.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[17:50] Newly acquired tongue held within his hand, Proteus's attention turned towards the newly arrived Ita. Such perfect timing for a medic to appear, free-hand waving out towards the woman as she approached.

"Can you help him out?Please."

Eyes rolling underneath his hood at the final word, recalling her past reprimand when they last spoke.
(Proteus)
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[17:52] Hatchet pauses. The air around her writhes momentarily with something unseen. Though her face is concealed behind a mask...

There is something in the way she walks, marching purposefully towards Proteus.

Only to lift her hand and strike him soundly across the face with its back. There's a harsh slapping noise that echoes through the cave. Followed by a question that wheezes harshly through the mask.

"Why?"

A question, yes, yet the way it is voiced demands an authoritative answer. Immediately.
(Ita Waters)
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[17:53] On his spot on the ground the half-dead man saw an opportunity, it wasn't a good one but he saw it. His foot flitted into light and shot up to kick Proteus right in his gut. If he was going to lay here and die he was going to go kicking and 'screaming' all the way to the grave.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[17:55] ..
(Proteus)
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[17:57] His own hand raised in retaliation, looking to deflect the incoming hand towards his face away, tints of anger appearing within his eyes beneath the hood.

"Really?"

A single word, the palpable anger evident as he spoke.

"He tried to escape, crushed this idiots throat. And when I've finally subdued him you come and strike me?!"

The tendrils behind his back continuing in motion, a single step had him closing in on Ita, Claude forgotten on the ground as he kept his attention on the woman.

A mistake on his end.

Foot slamming into his gut, steps taken backwards from the sudden blow as he stared towards Claude, eyes flickering towards Ita for a moment before returning back to the captive.

"Good job."

It was clear who he was speaking to, snort sounding out as he remained a few steps away from the noble. It was Ita's problem now.
(Proteus)
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[17:57] Clap clap
(Ita Waters)
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[17:59] Claude fucking gurgling sounds.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[17:59] Claude but he was smirking, at-least.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[18:00] In spite of his attempt to deflect, the hand collides with his cheek. That's going to smart.

"Did none of you search him for a weapon?" the hooded, masked figure snaps back. Normally she is cooler, calmer, more composed. Something has her muddled and riled. The air around her continues its strange, twisting and warping dance. Like heat shimmer over a distant sand dune.

The noble is Hatchet's problem now. Her voice goes to something more level, but still made raspy by the gas mask's breathing apparatus. She squints at him from behind the ruby red lenses.

"...I'll take care of him. Hold still."

The former is to Proteus. The latter to the gurgling noble.

"Take his actual weapon this time."

She waits for the noble to stop his struggling. Then she can do something about this...situation.
(Ita Waters)
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[18:06] Arms crossed over his shoulder as he watched on, a swift reply leaving his lips towards Ita's question.

"I haven't been near him since we last caught him. Walked in on him having his foot on Lucian's throat. Blame the two witches."

Hand waving dismissively as his occupied one pocketed the newly gathered tongue, steps taken forward when she prepared to attempt to heal him, his tendrils never disappearing.

"Next time I won't bother interfering, let him run wild around the base."

Clearly he was still mad, hand reaching forward to take away the nyeshk sword that the noble somehow had found, and he wouldn't stop at that, ripping the ring off the man's finger too.
(Proteus)
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[18:07] 'Hold still."

Holding still was the one thing within the Nobleman's power at this moment. No doubt he'd loved to have kept kicking but it was starting to get harder to actually stay awake. His eyes fluttered for a moment as the man looked around. Though if Ita was looking him over... Well she would see that he should be dead by now.

(OOC INFO

Permanent Nerfs:

Name: "Chest gashing"

Desc: Vines wiggled, writhed. They ran aflurry from inside of Meter's arms, flinging to Claude. A slice. Another. Again, and again, slice after thorny slice being made onto Claude's body. At first, they met metal, but as they cut more and more, they went deeper and deeper into the flesh. It managled. It cut.

One in particular went upwards, bashing the side of Claude's head. Slicing close to his face, an ear would go flying off, caught only by a vine close by, before the slices on the chest resumed, leaving the region bloody and heavily bleeding out.

Inflictor: Meter

Clss: PERMANENT
Nerf: --10 VIT
Name: "Perpetual Chill!"

Desc: Pinned by the Matriarch, Sarasha Fenrir, Claude would feel the blizzard swarm in from behind her and encase them in ice. It spread and dug itself into his chest. It was freezing and embedded like claws. Claws of perpetual ice and making him feel cold for the remainder of his life.

Inflictor: Sarasha Fenrir
Class: PERMANENT
Nerf: --5 VIT

Name: "Tongue Twister"

Desc: Ruthless in manner, the tongue within Claude's mouth ripped out of his mouth by the finger and thumb that pulled it out, the Pelleaux could only hope a medic would actually look over the injury.

Iflictor: Proteus
Class: PERMANENT
Nerf: --5 VIT

***

Temporary Nerfs:

Name: "An Artistic Fire."

Desc: A scorching sensation of art. With every single flame that came across, the entire artistic dance of flames scorched around the wrist and forearm before resting at the shoulder in an artistic, scorching pain.

Inflictor: Sajid

Class: TEMPORARY
Nerf: -40 VIT
Time Left: 52 hours, 21 minutes
Name: "Battle Injury"
Desc: You won your battle against Lucian Valintine, but need some time to recover.

Inflictor: Lucian Valintine
Class:
Nerf: 12 VIT
Time Left: 25 minutes

Name: "Tendril across the chest, yeah?"

Desc: A volatile water tendril slashed across Claude's chest, inflicing a vicious deep cutting wound upon the noble's form. It wasn't life-threatening, but it would be a constant reminder of his attempt at freedom.

Inflictor: Proteus
Class: TEMPORARY
Nerf: -40 VIT
Time Left: 94 hours, 50 minutes )
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[18:07] {Item} You drop The Desperate.
[18:07] Claude vey Pelleaux's Signet Ring Of Pelleaux was stolen by Proteus.
[18:11] "No. You wont," Hatchet snaps acidly. Today she is evidently not in the mood for Proteus' games. Or anyone's, for that matter. She still hears them- they don't stop. Gods above, they don't stop.

Yet there is work to do. A dead man is no use, except as fertilizer. Or as an example. Claude is not fated to be either.

The hoodlum scoops up earth from the ground of the base and, in her expert care, it turns into fine sand. She's very unapologetic about it. It's shoved in his mouth and over the stump of his tongue. A cooling mud rises to sooth the burns on his limbs while she's at it.

He's not in danger of bleeding out. But now there's sand in his mouth. Eugh...
(Ita Waters)
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[18:12] Ita Waters asks, "Why wasn't his weapon taken? And what were the witches doing with him?"
[18:12] Proteus says, "Asking me questions I don't have answers to."
[18:13] Ita Waters asks, "Who brought him /in/ then?"
[18:13] Proteus says, "I only came after he had a Lucian as a hostage, and then I stopped him from fighting one of the witches."
[18:13] Proteus says, "Oh. That was Meter, me, Glass and Lucian."
[18:13] Blake Augustus says, "Interesting turn of events."
[18:13] Proteus says, "I left after he was in a cell, so don't ask me."
[18:13] Ita Waters asks, "And /none/ of you took his weapon?"
[18:14] Ita Waters says, "God..."
[18:14] Proteus says, "This."
[18:14] Proteus says, "This wasn't the weapon he used before."
[18:15] Ita Waters says, "He either had it hidden, or given to him. I need to know who. And as soon as possible."
[18:15] Ita Waters says, "...I'll speak with the Boss."
[18:16] Claude wasn't moving and didn't resist as the sand was shoved in his mouth. It made sense to him, after all he was a physician as well. A rather famous one around the city even. Though as he heard the talk of who gave him a weapon he placed his left hand on the ground. Slowly digging out two words into the dirt.

'Witch'

And then he'd shift his hand a little further.

'Hex'


(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[18:17] Ita Waters says, "...Nod if they were attempting to Hex you."
[18:17] Proteus says, "Eh, they were definietly trying to get him to kill Lucian while he was a hostage."
[18:18] Lucian rolled around, unconcious.
(Lucian Valintine)
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[18:18] Ita Waters says, "Lucian. They were trying to get him to kill you-"
[18:18] Lucian took a pretty solid cosmic kick to the face.
(Lucian Valintine)
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[18:19] Ita groans in frustration.
(Ita Waters)
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[18:19] Claude nodded, then he'd right something else. 'Fucking Sand.'
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[18:19] Ita shuffles over towards Lucian, crouching down to check his pulse.
(Ita Waters)
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[18:19] Ita Waters says, "Too bad. It's stopping you from dying."
[18:21] Ita gives Lucian's cheek a few slaps to try and bring him back around. She's a doctor. This should definitely work.
(Ita Waters)
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[18:21] Proteus joined in. Water forming and slapping across Lucian's face.
(Proteus)
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[18:21] Proteus says, "Wake up so I don't have to answer anymore questions."
[18:22] Claude wrote 'Lucky me.' in the sand.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[18:24] He did wake up.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He shouted immediately, his skin was on fire, everything burned. His eyes radiated a deep golden hue as they flickered open.

That injury still inflicted him, even more so now.
(Lucian Valintine)
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[18:25] Proteus says, "I'm done."
[18:25] Ita looks up at Proteus, fliching back from Lucian as he screams.
(Ita Waters)
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[18:25] Ita Waters says, "You have food? I can...take care of this."
[18:27] Blinking down at the screaming Lucian, the sudden noise from the cloaked man causing him to shake his head, hand reaching into his jacket to pull out a borger.

He always had one prepared, quickly tossing it over towards Ita. And then he was off, leaving the cavern, away from the madness.

"Lucian can fill you in! Oh and, good luck!" Wave thrown over his shoulder, steps hastening.
(Proteus)
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[18:27] Ita Waters says, "If this is spiked. I will find you."
[18:27] Lucian Valintine says, "Fucking.. cosmic.. burns.."
[18:28] Proteus says, "Spiked, your have to take a risk it seems."
[18:28] Proteus says, "A joke a joke. "
[18:28] Ita Waters says, "It'll be just as much a risk for you- Hmph."
[18:29] Hatchet stoops to pick up Lucian from the floor of the cell, hefting him up with relative ease. She looks back to Claude. More squinting.

"...I'll be sending someone by later to question you. No more trouble."