A Torturous Chill

[00:22] Sajid says, "Collar him."
[00:22] Meter says, "We do need a collar."
[00:22] Sajid says, "I'll be back with one."
[00:24] Sarasha pulls a cigarette out and flicks a match to it.
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[00:24] Sajid puts a collar on the unconscious man, making sure he can't utilize magic.
(Sajid)
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[00:26] Sajid whispers something.
[00:28] With the city escaped, the Syndicate leader would lead back to the base. Once there, it was the simple matter of taking Claude to one of the cells, and having an anti-magic collar put onto the noble. An inhale was taken, taking a step back with the weapon in hand.

"The city will soon know of whats happened. Enjoy your last few days of life, Pelleaux." A pause, thinking, anything forgotten.. Before reaching forwards and taking a few coins from the noble to see to the rest.

"And payment, for a successful capture."
(Meter)
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[00:28] Meter whispers: (cool if I take 8k?
[00:29] Claude vey Pelleaux whispers: (Mhm, yeah here.)
[00:29] {ITEM} Traded 8000 coins to Meter
[00:29] Sarasha Fenrir says, "Check his coin purse too."
[00:29] Meter whispers: (thx
[00:30] Meter tosses Claude's coins to those who came with.
(Meter)
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[00:30] Sajid takes it.
(Sajid)
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[00:30] Sarasha Fenrir says, "Noble outtah' have somethin' on em'."
[00:30] Lucian Valintine says, "Thank you, boss."
[00:30] Sajid nodded.
(Sajid)
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[00:31] Proteus swipes out a hand to catch the coins, smile curling further on his lips as he pocketed the currency, head bopping towards Meter after the coin had disappeared into his jacket.

"Perfect perfect. More than I thought too."
(Proteus)
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[00:34] Aki Kurokaiyo says, "Hm..."
[00:35] Woke up and really he wish he hadn't with the bludgeoning migraine that was bouncing in his head. He'd look up towards Meter as he spoke, a frown settled upon his features as he did so.

Then his gaze shifted to those who'd came with. He took a deep breath, this was painful. In a lot of ways, he'd settle into his chair. His attention shifted around for a second.

Then he looked up, "A cave, underground... Of course." If it was a test of his resolve by the great plan. It was working, the man hated being undergrounds worse than being above ground.

His attention shifted to Sarasha as they spoke, squinting at them for a moment. "Aren't you... Seriously? You make a move against Osrona using a bunch of fanatical terrorists and assassins?"

There was a moment, he'd turn his head and spit his blood upon the ground. His attention returned, a single half-open glint of gold looking towards her. "Pretty smart, shame you all attacked me. I hate to tell you all but my influence with the First Light evaporated when I became Mayor of Sudbury."
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[00:43] The cigarette at her lips was pulled away after taking a deep drag. Taking in the warmth the cigarette and relaxing herself. Underneath her expressionless visage, the Matriarch was excited. Stepping forward to the bound noble, Sarasha spews the smoke right into his face. A grin coming to fruition.

"Seriously you say? You've not a clue about me or what I do. Regardless, I'm flattered you've heard of me." She spoke in a more calm tone until- "Now shut your mouth." A much more stern and mean voice took over.

The cigarette was driven onto that pretty little face he must had loved, right into the cheek. Merciless in the quick application. He dared raise his armaments and magic against her beloved.

"I don't want to hear a word unless you decide to spew information that peaks my interest."
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[00:47] Aki Kurokaiyo whispers something.
[00:47] Headbutt once she'd gotten up to blow smoke in his face.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[00:49] Meter whispers something.
[00:49] Meter whispers something.
[00:49] Aki Kurokaiyo whispers something.
[00:49] Attempted to sidestep!
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[00:53] Once they'd gotten close he felt the smoke blown into his face. Feeling it wash over him he'd hold his breath. Feeling a rush of smoke over his face. Well, she was close enough to blow smoke in his face? Not close enough. Then he listened to her some as she spoke.

The hand came up to press the cigarettes into his face. That's when he made his move. He shoved his head forwards smashing his forehead into her nose. It seemed the man was beaten to a pulp but had plenty of fight left in him.

He was after all the lord of the Pelleaux, a man whose name had shaped the last decade of Osrona. The man's blood was flowing fully now. His gaze watched the woman as she was pushed away from the force.

"Here's some useful information, when I get out of here I'm going to hunt you down and show you what happens when you cross the Pelleaux!"
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[00:57] Sarasha's head went back with the blow, but her foot raised and swiftly went to his chin! Shaking her head off she looked to Cameo.

"Give me the remote! I'm breaking his bones!" She demanded it. Sarasha was enraged by their actions and now she wanted to teach them their place.

"Here's some for you lout'! You're going to die here. Painfully and slow!"

A hand went to her nose and she rubbed it. Grunting with a wide eye scowl to the man. The air in the room chilled to a freezing point and the moisture froze against the surfaces in the cave.
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[00:58] foot meet chin, chin meet foot
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[00:58] tried to not get his chin decked.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[01:03] The Syndicate Underboss would be under the belief that Mr. Glass had taken the remote! "I don't think Mr. Glass is around here. He put him in the collar then darted off." Meter would explain, before glancing to Sarasha.

"You can break his bones. But leave him alive. We're going to use him to bait the knights."
(Meter)
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[01:03] It was a flicker as he tossed his head back. Dodging the kick meant for his chin. The nobleman barked out a laugh as he watched the woman.

"You're a fiery woman, what's wrong a bit of pain to much for you?" As he spoke he'd groan, shaking his head slowly as he felt the loss of blood a little to keenly.

No doubt with the anti-magic collar mutting his mana he'd not do so well with recovering from it. Though, with a grunt the man straightened his back and settled a half-swollen eye upon Sarasha.

"Perhaps, but in the end my ancestors are smiling at me Therian. Can you say the same with a bloodied nose from a man in my state?"
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[01:06] She was watching this all happen slowly but surely. A silent hum came to herself watching Sarasha fail in her attempts of trying to harm Claude the captive. A slight shake of the head. He still had his use and needed to be kept alive.

"Keeping him alive will get them to slowly crawl out perhaps." They never did like to leave a certain area so it was rare catching one alone.
(Aki Kurokaiyo)
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[01:08] She wiped her nose clean. The blood on her hands, she treasured it, but froze to her. It would not hit the ground. There was rage growing within her.

"I've been cut down before decades ago, but I live to see the future. Unlike you." In her hand forms an armament of ice. A mace like weapon.

She pointed the weapon of hers at him. In tandem the ice on the walls would grow.

"Everyone out."
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[01:09] Meter nods. "Don't kill him. Buuuuuut you two are free to talk. Or fight." Writing down reports, Meter would begin to head away.
(Meter)
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[01:12] {Item} You picked up Tanya. Dropped by Sarasha Fenrir. .
[01:16] The Nobleman watched as the people started to get up and leave the cells. Well, with the walls starting to frost over the nobleman took a breath. Steadying himself as he called upon a Rasalhague.

There was a clash of energy as the chair he was sitting in shattered into pieces. A rush of cosmic energy funneling through him as he did so.

This was the power of Rasalhague, pushing him to keep going when his body screamed in pain. In a flash he'd dart over to grab a chunk of bone from a corpse upon the ground swirling back around to face the Fenrir.

His lips curled softly as he took felt a pulse of Rasalhague go through his veins. "Well, come on. I don't have all day." He wasn't some scared peasant who'd been captured or even a spoilt nobleman.

He was the Pelleaux and it'd take more than this to break his pride.
(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[01:26] {GUILD} You contributed 9247c to House Pelleaux
[01:27] {Item} You drop Tanya.
[01:28] Lucian butt smacked.
(Lucian Valintine)
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[01:42] In this small environment, the two still seemed to fight without restraint. The two clashed their swordsmanship and let the sparks fly!

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"You wouldn't even have a day if I had no respect for their boss!" Sarasha shouted as she drew second blood, only to the headbutt.

The blunt headed sword first collided with the mans chest and launched him into the wall of the cavern. Shattered ice hung in the vicinity, levitating with the gravity magic. Then the ice shards were commanded to impale him against the wall.

It wouldn't be that easy.

The man jumped to her only to only to be parried, yet in tendem the flash of light magic swarmed her. However he may have been fighting back now, she held too many advantages. The room quickly obscured in a blizzard. One he would not escape!

It was freezing and she'd not care how badly they suffered from it. He wouldreceive a plethora of surface scratches, but yet they fought on still.

"Let's see how you fare the chill of my apathy!"

This time she would show her skill. Once more to mock the man and thereafter parrying the spare rib he used, Sarasha let her foot fly up. An acrobatic with grace, the Matriarch kicked him up by his chin and flipped back. In his daze, he may still be able to see her meet the surface of the cavern wall.

"You'll learn your place here. I'll make you feel so cold you'll forget what it means to have emotion."

Her head shot up and she kicked off the frosted surface. A bee-line made for him with the blunt tip focused to his chest. Driving it to, but not letting it pierce the man, she pinned him to the wall and let him be incased with the ice.

"Now freeze." She said without much a tone and no expression.

The blizzard was focused from behind her and swarmed past. Rapidly cooling thenoble. The ice surrounded him and dug into their chest. The perpetual feeling of an icy chill remaining in their body for the remainder of their life.

"Perhaps a studder to your tongue may amuse the others."
(Sarasha Fenrir)
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[01:52] Aki just shook her head.
(Aki Kurokaiyo)
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[01:52] It was a fight he was desperate to win and with the flow of cosmic man coursing through his veins he'd push against the matriarch of the Fenrir. Armed with a shiv and the raw power of his stare.

The setting wasn't ideal, for him it was evident the moment the cold started setting in. Yet, he fought with the same fury of a cornered beast.

It was a shame that he didn't hear most of what she was saying. Either from the concussive force, the freezing temperature, or the fact by now he'd lost more blood and an ear than most people could handle.

Yet, as he felt the chill he knew what it'd meant. He had lost and the taint of ice settled deeply into his chest as he did so. It was as if he'd been thrown naked into the frozen trundra. His gaze looked up at the woman as she spoke.

The shuddering cold was something he'd never truly known. Being born in Osrona where the temperature was always temperate. Now though? It was horrible, he could feel it freezing his lungs even now.

He'd lost this fight, as he'd lost the others. Defeta after defeat when it mattered. This was what happened when you settled down into peace.

Though she'd not get the chance to hear the effects of this perpetual chill. The man's gaze faltered and his head fell to the side. He was out like a light.

(Claude vey Pelleaux)
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[01:58] ** Sarasha Fenrir has inflicted an injury upon Claude vey Pelleaux. ("Perpetual Chill!", "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.", "Permanent", "Severity: MINOR (-5 VIT)") **

They'd faint.


She sucked her teeth at the man, disappointed really. She wanted him to egg her on some more. To give her a reason to disregard what Meter wanted. Instead now, she left the armament and the man in place. Simply stepping away.

Looking to Lucian in her departure, he would see the expressionless satisfaction in her eyes with her work.

"See to he lives for your boss. I personally don't care at this point."

Exiting the cell, she snapped her fingers. Like the dust of diamonds, the ice shatters and dissipates, leaving only her mark inside the man.
(Sarasha Fenrir)