Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:53 am Post subject: Welcome to my parlor....
Great, well Mordecai, I always like to get to know my supper before hand, and since you've seen way too much as it is, I am afraid I really can;t let you live much longer as it is.
~ With a swift snap of the wrist she brings her dagger up, the point barely making a line across the skinas it tears through reality, she drags the human into the void, taking them both to a circular chamber of stone with no visible exits or means of entry, there are torces spacewd around the chamber giving off dim light.~
(( I know I auto-ed that one, but ya really didn't have much fo a chance with my speed and the position you were in. Anywho, I will begin the new thread on the everywhere else board by reposting this there.)) _________________ Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.
She had to think about that for a moment, but then the moment was gone and suddenly she was somewhere else. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and what she saw looked like a large box. She noticed no doors or windows. Great, she had really gotten herself into trouble this time.
She didn't like to admit when she was afraid, but it was obvious just from her trembling fingers and shortness of breath.
"Okay.. Well how about we compromise..? I don't tell anyone what you were doing, hell I don't even know your name, and.. you let me live...? Er... with everything.. still intact..? " Mordecai squinted, not exactly liking where the whole situation was going.
~ thros her cloak over a stone bench, pushing Mordecai down to sit~
Listen hun, it doesn;t matter. If I was going to just kill you I would have tosed ya in the hole back there. NO, you get to live for the moment, but I haven't quite decided how long that moment will be.
So just relax for now...I'm kinda waiting on the Boss to get back to me and we will figure out where to go from there. Hell, you may get lucky and he'll kill you himself, at least then you might have a good time before you become lunch. Me, I'd just rip your throat out.
~ leans agains the wall, drawwing a dagger from one fo countless sheaths sewn into the black leathers she wears, and flipping it in her hand. The dagger she had used to capture Mordecai hidden once more on her person~ _________________ Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.
~~Using her shadowdagger, Sarah tears a hole into the chambers and steps through, her palm upturned with the spider sitting in it. She pushes her glasses up with her free hand as she spots Nicollette.~~
"What are you doing here??? I have experiments to conduct."
What? Oh gods, not another creepy-ass bug. You really need a new hobby.
Anywho, I found this one here watching me on disposal duty so i brought it here to wait for the boss...since Vicky didn't get back to me on what to do with her back there.
~ looks at the ugly little bug in Sarah's hand~
You're not gonna make that thing as big as those nasties in the barn are you? 'Cause I'd prefer you wait on that till I'm gone...then again we could always feed "Feathers" here to the bug and see what happens... _________________ Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.
She could feel her heart ready to escape her ribs, it pounded so hard. Mordecai glanced around the room, and with no luck of finding any means of exit, she didn't give any sort of fight when being pushed into the seat of the bench.
She listened to the woman who captured her, trying to even understand how much trouble she had literally fallen into. All she knew, was that death was a possibility for an ending.
Another woman entered the room. If only Mordecai had some sort of portal-making device too. Her eyes followed the new lady for a moment or two, then saw the spider in her palm. Her nose scrunched as the two women furthered their conversation. She, however, didn't make a sound, instead just waited for the 'boss,' whoever that may be, to decide her fate.
<< The shadows in the small chamber darken to teh point where it almost seems the torches hae gone out, in the depths of the dim light a darkness even deeper seems to materialize, the light coming back to full brigthness to reveal the Baron, dressed in his typical silk shirt, leather trousers, and velvet tunic, the entire outfit in black trimmed in silver, a long cloak of midnight blue velvet over his shoulders.
He tqakes in Mordecai's presence before even seeing her, her heartbeat drumming loudly to his ears.>>
Ladies..why are you two here, and more importantly, who and what is this woman? _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
Actually boss, I came her looking for you...and this, this little morsle saw things she shouldn't have, but I couldn;t decide if I should just kill her and dump the corpse with the other one, or if she may be fo use to you...hell, I've never seen her before tonight and the last thing I want to do is whack some woman you could use as ransom somewhere. _________________ Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.
The torches seemed to have dimmed, then brightened again and before she knew it, a man had entered the room. Mordecai's stomach went for an awful turn, realizing that this was the boss. Any minute now.. her fate would be decided. If only she had some form of exit.. or power even. Unfortunately this new world took her by surprise and she was left naked and helpless. What a way to die, she thought.
And if matters couldn't have gotten worse, her belly grumbled rather loudly. She flushed right pink, wrapping her arms around her waist. Mordecai didn't know whether to laugh at the situation or cry from her horrible, horrible timing.
<< looks at the girl with the rudely loud stomache, his gaze rather unabashedly noting every detail of her siting there, much like a breeder looks over a horse at auction.>>
She is of no family I know in Aegis, or Aurora. So she most likely has no monetary value..perhaps she has some skills that are useful...
Well girl, is there any reason to keep you alive past this point, or has my time been wasted with a matter that could ahve been settled with a shovel to the head and a pile of dirt?
<< speaks as calmly nad pleasntly as if he were discussing a fine meal with freinds.>>
Do be quick though, I have rather pressing engagements elsewhere and this trivial matter will make me later than I already am. Which reminds me..Nicollette, I will deal with you later for botherring me with this.
<< turns to Sarah>>
Remind me to have a lab built in another chamber for you then...I'd rather the holding cell not become home to any more of your pet projects...the last batch you created were so small it took weeks to get rid fo them all, and they ate four pest exterminators in less than a day. _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
She listened to the man, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. In an attempt to calm herself and think, she did her best to stare back at the man to reply. What did they want to hear..?
"I have this ability to turn into a raven. I could make an excellent spy. I have no family, I can't be tracked. And I'm a thief. I could be very useful to you, if you'll let me. "
She hoped that would be enough to satisfy them, if not, she would have to think of a plan b.
<< seems to consider what she says carefully for a moment>>
Very well. I will judge by your lack of clothing you are either a very bad theif, or you an not take your clothes with you when you change your skin, so...we will have to get you dressed before you start.
<< smiles slightly, the effect being that of a cat about to devour a mouse it has been playing with>>
You may consider yourself on probation with the organization. We will arrange for yuo to take up profession as a barkeep in Salarain in one of my establishment. You will make regular reports tome through my intermediary...
<< motions to Nicollette>>
Fail me, and you die. Betray me, and death will be a welcome release by the time I finish with you. I have had millenia to perfect my art, so rest assured that I can make pain linger for a very long time.
Now, let's see about getting you fed...come along...
<< holds out a hand to help her up.>> _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
She watched him very carefully and listened as he spoke. She supposed she didn't have much choice in the matter if she wanted to live, so she would have to learn what she needed to learn, and do what was required. With a long but silent sigh, she glanced to Nicollette, then back to the boss.
"Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. " She said with a nod, then took his hand and stood.
Her belly ached for some food, and it didn't matter what situation she was in, food was now her priority. So she would follow him for exactly that.
<< moves to a blank wall, pressing his hand to the stone a door opens, revealing a long stariway, dimly lit with oil lmaps spaced every few feet. He leads her up the stairs to another blank wall, again pressing the stone, it opens to reveal a rather large and well appointed room.
He crosses to a wardrobe in the corner, opening it to reveal several items of clothing, all made from the finest materials.>>
Here, find yourself something to wear dear,it would not do to have the servants see you running through my house as you are. If asked, you are now Mistress Hilda Asgarte, a native of Cape Salarain, and you have been employed as tavern keeper in a new establishment in that city.
At no time will you mention your connection to myself, or the existance fo the ladies you met this evening.
<< stands to one side while she dresses>> _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
She followed him, not entirely paying attention to him, but rather the flicker of the oil lamps though the stairwell. She entered a room and her attention was redirected back to the man in front of her, then the wardrobe.
Her eyes brightened once the wardrobe was opened, revealing outfits and gowns she would not have found on some body where she came from. She reached out towards an outfit, felt it's material and smiled. She pulled it out and gave a nod of satisfaction with how it looked. She certainly hoped it would fit.
It was a maroon colored dress with long sleeves and a tie-up front. It was simple and nearly looked the part she was about to play. With a wish of luck, she pulled it on, tied it up and patted it down.
"This'll do just fine. And Hilda Asgarte I am. As for mentioning you or anyone else for that matter, I've yet to know anyone's name. I hardly doubt anyone would know even if they read my mind."
She gave a little smirk with her statement, as though nobody could read her mind. And then her stomach gurgled in vain attempt to remind her of food. Which she didn't need, as she was highly aware she was still hungry. Morde--Hilda simply ignored it for now.
"So.. Where is Cape Salarain..?" _________________
<< nod at her choice, again turning and heading through anotehr door and down a large, well lit hall, in what appears to be a very large manor house. He leads her through several corridors, the path a bit twisting adn convoluted before stopping at a set of large double doors. On enterring the room beyond he motions for her to sit a massive banquet table, already laid out with hot food. He does not speak s they walk.>>
We will arrange the details later. For tonight you will remain here, so do feel free to eat what you like...I will have quarters made ready for you, and in the morning you will be given furhter instructions.
You are free to roam the grounds as you wish, save for the barns and stables. If you leave the walls of this compound, you will be considerred a deserter and a traitor. _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
Who knows anymore. I think he's startin to go senile in his old age...we may have to send him to a home. Then again, he is short a secretary after Catherine ripped the last one to shreds over that book. _________________ Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.
She followed in silence until she reached the room with the large banquet table. Immediately she took a deep breath, sighed in relief and grinned at the wonderful aromas. She took no time to sit and start piling potatoes and gravy on a plate, along with chicken legs and carrots.
Meanwhile she listened to the man, she nodded and with a muffled voice from part of a chicken leg in her mouth, "Unfersfood. ((Understood))"
She figured those rules weren't too hard to follow, as she hasn't exactly seen any way out of this building, nor what it looked like or how big it really was. _________________
<< settles into a chair as one used to authority and no small amount of power>>
Now, you will use the inn as a base of operations for the gatherring of intelligence and information that my prove valuable to myself, such as shipping schedules, cargos, and the arrival of new people. In excahnge I will provide a salary on par with your skill level. _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
Surprisingly, she finished her meal in no time, patting her full belly and pushing her plate off to the side. She took a large gulp of water to down whatever was left, then looked over to the man who had just sat down - very oddly she might add.
"Okay, that sounds easy. Just eavesdropping, right? And simple conversation with a few drunkards - eaasy. "
She nodded toward him, giving him at least some reassurance that she understood.
"I don't suppose you'll give me a name to call you then?" _________________
No. At this time you will work through my intermediary, until such time as you have proven capable fo keeping certain things to your self. My name dropped in conversation tends to have a silencing effect on the inhabitants of the realm. _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
"You don't have say.. a code name? Or what about your subordinates?"
She bit her lip, trying so hard not to cal him something that she would make up. He seemed to be of high importance, and the last thing she wanted to do was get herself killed over a silly comment. _________________
"Tabitha. Okay then, boss, Hilda Asgarte at your service."
She was tempted to hold out her hand to him, to shake on the deal, but tradition in this world seemed to be the opposite of what she was used to. Instead, she would wait for him to show any means of closing the deal, unless there was more to it. _________________
Excellent, in the morning we will arrange for you to travel to Salarain. Welcome to the organization dear.
We will deal with the matter of your salary in the morning after you have been gien a proper wardrobe and credentials. _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
She was still sore from her journey to the island, and figured she ought to get a good sleep before the new day, especially the first day of joining an organization. She didn't know whether she was lucky to find work so fast, or unlucky on the circumstances. But for now, she took it as it came and would think about all that later. _________________
<< waves a hand in the general direction of the house>>
Find a room. Stay out of the west wing, those are my own rooms, otherwise you may sleep where you wish and are free to wander the grounds.
However, if you wander into the barns I will not be held responsible for the ending of your life. My little menagerie is less than freindly, even to those who are regular staff. _________________ Life is a gamble, luck is a woman, we're all doomed
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