"Prison!?" The faun seemed to scramble to his knees and turned around to face the sphinx, all while his tails reached over to his head to lift the blindfold from his eyes. "There's no way!--" Olyn trailed off the remainder of his sentence in a quiet sputter of spanish curse words. He didn't deserve any of this! Shifting his gold eyes from the sphinx he turned and took a good look at the other prisoners around him.
He never thought he would have seen so many different types of creatures caged up together like this. The thought this far away from his home sickened him and he hung his head, letting the loos strands of his long green hair flow over his face.
He never thought he would have seen so many different types of creatures caged up together like this. The thought this far away from his home sickened him and he hung his head, letting the loos strands of his long green hair flow over his face.
((Well, nvm. This guy's the only one I've got right now.))
((BUMPING!!!!!!! ))
(OOC: Waiting on Inable...)
(Sorry!)
The bird was in the middle of wondering if he should repeat his question when it was answered. He looked up curiously at his friend then at Lazaras. His feet again made clicking noises against the floor as he shuffled nervously closer to the both of them, eying the other prisoners. As Kultas introduced him for him, he looked back up at the demon, offering a nervous but friendly smile.
"He-..hello."
The bird was in the middle of wondering if he should repeat his question when it was answered. He looked up curiously at his friend then at Lazaras. His feet again made clicking noises against the floor as he shuffled nervously closer to the both of them, eying the other prisoners. As Kultas introduced him for him, he looked back up at the demon, offering a nervous but friendly smile.
"He-..hello."
(It's ok. Just didn't wanna get carried away without ya. Heh.)
He listened to the figure as he spoke and glanced at Inable when he was introduced.
"Well it's nice to meet you both. Just a shame it had to be in this hole."
He then glanced about and scrunched his nose in disgust for a moment at the site of all the cells and prisoners.
"What is it you require assistance with? I'll do what I can to help."
He listened to the figure as he spoke and glanced at Inable when he was introduced.
"Well it's nice to meet you both. Just a shame it had to be in this hole."
He then glanced about and scrunched his nose in disgust for a moment at the site of all the cells and prisoners.
"What is it you require assistance with? I'll do what I can to help."
"We need a distraction. You seem to be good at those, from what I have seen, and the guards themselves seem to afraid of you." With his right hand, he slowly pointed at a couple of them that were passing by; indeed, they were giving the demon looks that, while not of fear, were of apprehension. The scorpion man looked around; a glance would let him know that the harpy was no longer being guarded, but he knew the guards could come back at any time. The distraction was necessary.
There was something special about that woman. Perhaps she would be the key to their escape...
There was something special about that woman. Perhaps she would be the key to their escape...
He nodded lightly.
"Distractions I can do. I just have 2 simple questions. What is the purpose of the distraction...and what's in it for me? Normally I wouldn't ask the second question but givin where we are...nothing comes free in these walls."
He then looked at another group of guards as they passed by and smirked at them a bit and chuckled softly as they seemed to cringe back a little.
"Depending on the purpose of the distraction will dictate if it's within the abilities to assist you effectively or not. I can always cause a distraction. It just depends upon the caliber that is needed that will dictate how effective it will be."
"Distractions I can do. I just have 2 simple questions. What is the purpose of the distraction...and what's in it for me? Normally I wouldn't ask the second question but givin where we are...nothing comes free in these walls."
He then looked at another group of guards as they passed by and smirked at them a bit and chuckled softly as they seemed to cringe back a little.
"Depending on the purpose of the distraction will dictate if it's within the abilities to assist you effectively or not. I can always cause a distraction. It just depends upon the caliber that is needed that will dictate how effective it will be."
((I am posting because no ne else has and I don't want this one to fall off into the Abyss.))
The harpy watched with increased curiosity; what was the scorpion man doing now? He seemed to be gathering people to himself, but for what? What Dvezahira wouldn't give to be privy to that conversation. She shifted her view back to the faun once she realized she was never going to be able to hear the goings on in the other cell. The Faun seemed stricken. There was no wilderness for him to tend here and the harpy thought he would not last long. Gritting her teeth, she pulled herself away from the bars to pace her cell. Too much time was slipping away from her and the guards would be back any moment. She had to reach out to them. Scrambling back to the far side of her container, the harpy took a deep breath to call out to the others.
"Hh---" She never got the words out as the sound of the lock opening caused her to jump. Her guards were back. She could feel a sinking sensation ooze down her spine, but she had to remain emotionless around these people. She wouldn't give them any more satisfaction by seeming depressed. The men shoved the glass of water at her, slashing most of it on her lap. They sneered and jerked a thumb towards the door.
"Drink up, wench. You're needed." Her orange eyes narrowed; they would take her to the faun no doubt.
The harpy watched with increased curiosity; what was the scorpion man doing now? He seemed to be gathering people to himself, but for what? What Dvezahira wouldn't give to be privy to that conversation. She shifted her view back to the faun once she realized she was never going to be able to hear the goings on in the other cell. The Faun seemed stricken. There was no wilderness for him to tend here and the harpy thought he would not last long. Gritting her teeth, she pulled herself away from the bars to pace her cell. Too much time was slipping away from her and the guards would be back any moment. She had to reach out to them. Scrambling back to the far side of her container, the harpy took a deep breath to call out to the others.
"Hh---" She never got the words out as the sound of the lock opening caused her to jump. Her guards were back. She could feel a sinking sensation ooze down her spine, but she had to remain emotionless around these people. She wouldn't give them any more satisfaction by seeming depressed. The men shoved the glass of water at her, slashing most of it on her lap. They sneered and jerked a thumb towards the door.
"Drink up, wench. You're needed." Her orange eyes narrowed; they would take her to the faun no doubt.
Olyn had swayed his attention from the other group of captives and had refocused else wear. He seemed to be concentrating on something as his lids were half shut and his head turned down. If one had been able to see behind him, they would have seen the small growing roots of seedlings start to form around the shackles that bound his hands behind his back. The tiny tendrils made their way through the metal of the binding, stretching and warping it until the pressure of the growing roots overpowered it. The metal corroded and cracked away, granting the faun his freedom; or at least his freedom to use his hands once again.
Rubbing his wrists where the inorganic material had chafed him, the faun sneered and refocused on the other captives. It seemed as if most of them had been formulating some sort of escape, though from where his cell was located it was hard to tell. This unnatural setting made his head buzz and left and unshakable feeling of uneasiness within him. His tails shifted behind him and lightly touched the broken cuffs which were now housing 2 magnificently colored flowers and coated in a light green moss. Olyn looked around his cold cell and then back at the slowly growing flowers. The moss had already started to spread onto the floor of the cell, but it would be slowed by the cold stone that made up the floor. It would be difficult for any type of plant to live down in such a place, natural or magic.
"THIS ONE!! RIGHT HERE!!" The booming of the guard's voice nearly caused the faun to leap out of his skin. He wasn't expecting them to beat on the bars of his cell like that; what a racket! He could still hear the ringing of the metal in his ears! Picking himself up, but keeping low to the ground so that his hands could still reach the ground, Olyn crept backward, his eyes narrowing and lip curling to reveal a double set of small fangs.
"Que quiere?!" was all he could manage to huff under his breath while his tails slashed around him. The grounds, of course, didn't respond. Weather they didn't hear him or simply didn't care enough to entertain him with any sort of response, his question was left unanswered. Though, from the corner of his eye he saw movement. Several of the guards had gone inside one of the prisoners cells. From what he could make out all of them were armed and held long polls of some sort which they used to escort the prisoner to her feet and out of her cell. What did they plan to do with the harpy woman?
Olyn nearly spat out another onslought of questioning demands, but they were all answered before he could say a word. They were bringing the harpy to his cell, and by the looks of it, it was against her will.
Rubbing his wrists where the inorganic material had chafed him, the faun sneered and refocused on the other captives. It seemed as if most of them had been formulating some sort of escape, though from where his cell was located it was hard to tell. This unnatural setting made his head buzz and left and unshakable feeling of uneasiness within him. His tails shifted behind him and lightly touched the broken cuffs which were now housing 2 magnificently colored flowers and coated in a light green moss. Olyn looked around his cold cell and then back at the slowly growing flowers. The moss had already started to spread onto the floor of the cell, but it would be slowed by the cold stone that made up the floor. It would be difficult for any type of plant to live down in such a place, natural or magic.
"THIS ONE!! RIGHT HERE!!" The booming of the guard's voice nearly caused the faun to leap out of his skin. He wasn't expecting them to beat on the bars of his cell like that; what a racket! He could still hear the ringing of the metal in his ears! Picking himself up, but keeping low to the ground so that his hands could still reach the ground, Olyn crept backward, his eyes narrowing and lip curling to reveal a double set of small fangs.
"Que quiere?!" was all he could manage to huff under his breath while his tails slashed around him. The grounds, of course, didn't respond. Weather they didn't hear him or simply didn't care enough to entertain him with any sort of response, his question was left unanswered. Though, from the corner of his eye he saw movement. Several of the guards had gone inside one of the prisoners cells. From what he could make out all of them were armed and held long polls of some sort which they used to escort the prisoner to her feet and out of her cell. What did they plan to do with the harpy woman?
Olyn nearly spat out another onslought of questioning demands, but they were all answered before he could say a word. They were bringing the harpy to his cell, and by the looks of it, it was against her will.
Kultas appeared to have no eyes, but he was watching what was going on very attentively. He had gestured to Lazaras, requesting a moment of silence so he could pay proper attention... the guards had returned, and now the harpy was being taken to another inmate. It was not the best of times... he was sure the guards wouldn't leave Dzev alone if she wasn't locked up - and Kultas merely needed to talk to her.
"Let us wait.", the scorpion man said. "When she is returned to her cage, I will need you to create a distraction big enough for the humans guarding her to leave her unprotected." He paused for a moment, and pointed his pincer at the demon. "This may win us all a chance to escape this captivity."
"Let us wait.", the scorpion man said. "When she is returned to her cage, I will need you to create a distraction big enough for the humans guarding her to leave her unprotected." He paused for a moment, and pointed his pincer at the demon. "This may win us all a chance to escape this captivity."
He chuckled a bit at the details.
"That I can most Definatly do. Like with the harpy they didn't surpress 2 powers of mine. Because they aren't visual and thus they don't know of them. One of them I will use for this. The other...well that will be determined on how things play out. The harpy isn't the only one in these walls who can play with minds."
He then chuckled softly.
"Granted my way is a bit...different. I will have to hide somewhere when I do it to ensure my own safety."
"That I can most Definatly do. Like with the harpy they didn't surpress 2 powers of mine. Because they aren't visual and thus they don't know of them. One of them I will use for this. The other...well that will be determined on how things play out. The harpy isn't the only one in these walls who can play with minds."
He then chuckled softly.
"Granted my way is a bit...different. I will have to hide somewhere when I do it to ensure my own safety."
Inable watched as the harpy was taken out of her cell. He ruffled up his feathers a bit, a chill settling on his spine as he turned back to the other two.
"If whatever you're planning fails," the bird whispered, "what then?"
"If whatever you're planning fails," the bird whispered, "what then?"
Dzevahira felt her stomach pitch in protest. She did not want to give anything away about this faun. In all likelihood he had cohorts or at least acquaintances which he would give away without trying. This place and it's practices made her wretch, but there was nothing to come up from the action. Her feet took her to the cell, but she tripped several times on the way. Her gifts were not meant to be used this way, so many times in one day and Gods knew if it would have some sort of detrimental effect on her. The cage door swung open and Dvez was tossed into the cell with the other creature.
The door shut behind her. The guards had no idea how this new acquisition would react and they wanted no part in being hurt for the Harpy's sake. The harpy looked to the faun, who was cursing under his breath. With as much sympathy as her eyes could convey, she reached out to touch his face as the guards would not be patient long before harming one of them. The slightest brushing of her clawed fingers along his cheek bone and it hit her: like a bat to the face.
She was visibly flung back, as if hit. Her hand moved from the faun's face to her own, as her nostrils let forth a gush of blood. She was right, forcing her gifts too many times had a kickback. And it hurt. She shook her head, while cradling her face, red fluid dripping between her fingers. "No good... I can't yet..."
The guards frowned and hooked their arms under hers to drag her back to her cell. She put up no resistance, but never broke eye contact with the faun. She had seen something. True, she was forced out, but she'd caught a glimpse of others of his kind, and they weren't far. They were looking for him. Her eyes were filled with pain as she was pulled like a dead thing back to her holding, watching the faun's face to see his reaction.
The door shut behind her. The guards had no idea how this new acquisition would react and they wanted no part in being hurt for the Harpy's sake. The harpy looked to the faun, who was cursing under his breath. With as much sympathy as her eyes could convey, she reached out to touch his face as the guards would not be patient long before harming one of them. The slightest brushing of her clawed fingers along his cheek bone and it hit her: like a bat to the face.
She was visibly flung back, as if hit. Her hand moved from the faun's face to her own, as her nostrils let forth a gush of blood. She was right, forcing her gifts too many times had a kickback. And it hurt. She shook her head, while cradling her face, red fluid dripping between her fingers. "No good... I can't yet..."
The guards frowned and hooked their arms under hers to drag her back to her cell. She put up no resistance, but never broke eye contact with the faun. She had seen something. True, she was forced out, but she'd caught a glimpse of others of his kind, and they weren't far. They were looking for him. Her eyes were filled with pain as she was pulled like a dead thing back to her holding, watching the faun's face to see his reaction.
"I thank you, in the name of this world's salvation... and in the name of everyone within these walls.", he would say, his strange, clicky, hissy, growly voice barely conveying the feelings of gratitude the scorpionman had expressed. Without looking at Inable, he would answer his question. "I do not have a plan yet. I am merely testing the ice before we step on it."
A pause. That smile on his face, surrounded by scarred white flesh, never changed. It wasn't even a smile... it is not a smile unless you feel like smiling.
"Noble being, you are to do your part the moment the harpy is returned to her cell. Pray leave us alone, or the guards may get suspicious. As for you, Inable... are you a man of intellect, or a man of power?"
A pause. That smile on his face, surrounded by scarred white flesh, never changed. It wasn't even a smile... it is not a smile unless you feel like smiling.
"Noble being, you are to do your part the moment the harpy is returned to her cell. Pray leave us alone, or the guards may get suspicious. As for you, Inable... are you a man of intellect, or a man of power?"
He smirked a bit.
"I have a back-up plan. Short and sweet. Last ditch effort plan. You guys run like you've never ran before. I cover you."
He then turned and moved to another area in silence as he began unraveling the coverings on his right arm revealing a black tribal-ish flame tattoo.
"Time to feed Tasogare..." he muttered. "Prepare yourself my pet..."
"I have a back-up plan. Short and sweet. Last ditch effort plan. You guys run like you've never ran before. I cover you."
He then turned and moved to another area in silence as he began unraveling the coverings on his right arm revealing a black tribal-ish flame tattoo.
"Time to feed Tasogare..." he muttered. "Prepare yourself my pet..."
Inable breathed deeply as the demon left them, feet clicking nervously on the floor. When he spoke, his voice was low and quiet.
"Oh..my people strive to gain as much knowledge as we can..and though my intellect is all I have to offer, I am still considered young and green." His gaze shifted up to his friend. "How can I help?"
"Oh..my people strive to gain as much knowledge as we can..and though my intellect is all I have to offer, I am still considered young and green." His gaze shifted up to his friend. "How can I help?"
A new wagon appears!
And one of the new prisoners leaving the wagon that most likely doesn't stand out in this crowd of strangelings is Captain Silverblade, a very fluffy koala woman. Saying she looks displeased with her current situation is an understatement, shuffling forward without much motivation as the horrible smell assaults her thick nose. Taking in the sights of the area only makes her frown even deeper. Even a pirate is used to some comfort! "Damn bastards might aswell be placin' the black spot on me."
And as the empty wagon leaves again, she stands there peering at all the strangelings as a housewife would peer at a merchants fresh apples, inspecting which are of worth and which are rotten. After some moments of staring and inspecting she decides to introduce herself, the way pirates like to do, shouting loud and clear. "Arr me hearties! I be capt'n Sil'erblade an' I be yer new.. Jailmember, arrr! This ain't Fiddlers Green but I be sure we can be gettin' alon' right?! This place could be usin' a lil' paint but tha's okay"
A pause
A bit looking of around
"Now who I need ta be keelhaulin' ta get some rum?"
And one of the new prisoners leaving the wagon that most likely doesn't stand out in this crowd of strangelings is Captain Silverblade, a very fluffy koala woman. Saying she looks displeased with her current situation is an understatement, shuffling forward without much motivation as the horrible smell assaults her thick nose. Taking in the sights of the area only makes her frown even deeper. Even a pirate is used to some comfort! "Damn bastards might aswell be placin' the black spot on me."
And as the empty wagon leaves again, she stands there peering at all the strangelings as a housewife would peer at a merchants fresh apples, inspecting which are of worth and which are rotten. After some moments of staring and inspecting she decides to introduce herself, the way pirates like to do, shouting loud and clear. "Arr me hearties! I be capt'n Sil'erblade an' I be yer new.. Jailmember, arrr! This ain't Fiddlers Green but I be sure we can be gettin' alon' right?! This place could be usin' a lil' paint but tha's okay"
A pause
A bit looking of around
"Now who I need ta be keelhaulin' ta get some rum?"
His attention was quickly drawn to the loud introduction as he made his way to her and looked at her quietly for a moment. He then shook his head and chuckled as he leaned in and spoke low to her.
"Ya want some rum then listen carefully 'captain'. For the time being all captain means is just another word. It may hold favor to some but not most. Now listen to what I say carefully. You want rum then in exchange I'll give ya all the keelhaulin you can handle. Your just in time for some fun. You want details then go talk to the big scorpion fella over there. I ain't got time to explain. I got to get ready."
As he spoke the tattoo on his now exposed right arm seemed to move on it's own.
"Ya want some rum then listen carefully 'captain'. For the time being all captain means is just another word. It may hold favor to some but not most. Now listen to what I say carefully. You want rum then in exchange I'll give ya all the keelhaulin you can handle. Your just in time for some fun. You want details then go talk to the big scorpion fella over there. I ain't got time to explain. I got to get ready."
As he spoke the tattoo on his now exposed right arm seemed to move on it's own.
Olyn watched in awe (and confusion) as the newest member entered the room. Though he tried his best, he couldn't understand a word she was saying with that odd accent of hers, though when Lasaras answered her he could figure out the rest. How in the world was she able to stay so chipper? Did she not know what was happened to her? Shaking his head, the faun turned his gaze back to the harpy that had entered his cell only moments ago.
Her current condition didn't seem well at all; Blood still trickled from her nose and her body was slumped forward in a defeated manor. The whole ordeal that had happened in just a few moments had caused his mind to go off, questioning everything that was about this bird woman. He had seen symptoms like hers before, but was skeptical if her abilities were the real thing or if she was just the type to become violently ill when around others. The gift of clairvoyance was not something easily handed out.
"Miss..." The faun managed to crawl nearer to the bars of the cell to get her attention. "Miss...perdona me for asking...did you....see something just now...?" All Olyn could do was await her answer; his hands grasping the bars before him pathetically.
Her current condition didn't seem well at all; Blood still trickled from her nose and her body was slumped forward in a defeated manor. The whole ordeal that had happened in just a few moments had caused his mind to go off, questioning everything that was about this bird woman. He had seen symptoms like hers before, but was skeptical if her abilities were the real thing or if she was just the type to become violently ill when around others. The gift of clairvoyance was not something easily handed out.
"Miss..." The faun managed to crawl nearer to the bars of the cell to get her attention. "Miss...perdona me for asking...did you....see something just now...?" All Olyn could do was await her answer; his hands grasping the bars before him pathetically.
You are on: Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Aberration
Moderators: Mina, Keke, Cass, Auberon, Claine, Ilmarinen, Ben, Darth_Angelus