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Post by Aiden Garnette on Jan 7, 2017 19:04:02 GMT
 Post"Wicked" Aiden GarnetteIt had been a short while after he had departed Felici, soaring out with no more trouble than an owl. Bound for Dagos and more information-gathering opportunities in the country, the wayward ex-hunter found himself once again at the halfway point between the two cities. A sizable place; beautiful to the eye, even after the fires and corpses that had ravaged it and left a quite large gap in the hearts and minds of everyone. Awkwardly, he wandered in with backpack and supplies strapped on his hip. And he remembered why he didn't want to come here, though the fleeting moment of reminiscence was short-lived and he could keep walking without shame while twisting the little glimmer into the back of his mind. The people had mostly rebuilt some of the parts that had been damaged, though Aiden did see much of the parts that were still a little decrepit from the flames. On his own head though, Aiden wore a plain hoodie that covered up most of his snowy hair that tied into knots behind his head to keep it from flowing out in front of his eyes. The darkness beneath his face was also probably enough to make recognition more difficult if the people were not aptly paying attention to him. One consequence of the attention he had garnered in the past month was the lengths of which he had to go to in order to keep a low profile while hiding in plain sight. No one yet knew about his given ability to reap open the corpses and dead, bringing them back to life at his command and even Aiden had only figured out how to control a small caveat of undead. The ability was best not to be advertised and he was good when it came to discretion in this case. Nevyne's gift was fortunate and gave him a trump card however if he was ever in a pinch. And he had always had an acute sense for those moments, knowing how well he needed to hide. As was his custom, Aiden walked briskly off to the side of the streets, taking sharp but rather normal turns in the road on his way to the pub. The buildings were well-lit; twilight was setting in and many people were just either getting off their daily routine. Aiden glanced at a few places, feeling a bit nostalgic and also a feint twinge in his gut that he couldn't name. Something just felt odd and even his assessment of the sky was in the gloom. The weather had been on the thin edge of snowfall, a crisp dampening in the air and the clouds overhead. He slipped inside the entrance, taking off his hood a little bit while keeping his hair tied up. The pub was very close-knit and many people often flocked there. Everyone usually had an inkling of who someone else was, or at least those who lived locally. Aiden usually didn't go to the pains of hiding his identity in pubs, but the bad feeling in his stomach was getting to be rather ominous. Up at the bar, he sat by himself while listening keenly on the others around him. Surprisingly before he could get comfortable, Aiden was greeted with a warmer welcome. "Long time no see Aiden!" A fresh-faced man in his late 20s, he glanced over before mingling and coming over to the opposite side of the bar. To Aiden's pondering eye, the face didn't invoke immediate recognition and he was keen to share only a glance before the man was happy enough to remind him. "Remember me? We got drunk once when you were here. I figured you wouldn't remember, but still thought I wouldn't get the chance to see you again! You talked so much the last time."That was it; a high-strung bell rang in his head as he finally did remember that occasion... save he had a different image in his head. "I remember... Ignis right?" He guessed, pulling the name out of thin air. "Yeah! Glad to hear you remembered my name. You were almost too drunk that one time that I thought you'd need medical care. You got up though and would've had even more if I didn't cut you off. Hey, if you have the time, there are some people I'd like to introduce you to!" The bartender excitedly winked quickly before Aiden could catch it, like he was signaling for someone out of view.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 20:28:47 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","dec"]  [attr="class","dec1"]OH DARLING, LET
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Beware a beautiful woman who's a bit too into you.
This catch was a long-time in coming, but it was just the sort that she preferred. When her contact in Camlorn had tipped her off about a fairly regular customer, she had known that it had to be fate. Most people had trouble keeping their secrets when they got a bit tipsy, and that was why she had paid off so many bartenders throughout Ethea. She kept them well-paid, and they told her about the juicy gossip that they learned. In this case... a Dishonored Hunter was on the docket. Priceless, because they were so rare. So sought after. This one was going to earn her quite a lot of money, since she already had a buyer on the line.
The bar was dark and about half-full, still not entirely recovered from the events that had left part of town burned to the ground, but it would be enough for her to work with. She took a seat beside the Dishonored Hunter, pulling her gloves from her fingers as she smiled at him. Time for a bit of fishing, to see how hard he would be to catch. Men who thought with their hormones were so much easier to manipulate, and she needed to get him alone if she was to make the catch efficient. Small town police were still police, regardless of how pathetic.
"So you're Aiden?" she asked, a teasing gleam in her eye. "Ignis has told me so much about you. You sound much more interesting than most of these small-town boys."
She cast "Ignis", her agent, a disdainful pout. Her lips wore her favorite shade of lipstick, a dark red that reminded her irresistibly of blood, and emphasized their fullness. There was a smoldering intensity about her dark brown eyes, one that he would likely misconstrue as so many others did. She was on the hunt, just not for what most men hoped she was after. They learned at their own peril.
"Why don't we have a few drinks, and get to know each other?"
She rolled the 'get to know' playfully, implying something more. Like a deadly widow spider, she was beautiful to look at, and she knew her game well. How many men had fallen for something like this? Not so many that she wasn't alert to his body language, so that she could tell whether she was pulling him in or driving him away. It really depended on the man's personality, which tact would work with him.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Jan 11, 2017 20:54:35 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette He took a sidelong glance at the woman taking the seat beside him. In the half-glimmer of light, Aiden took a moment to pass an interested eye over and take in the cutting smirk and the well-toned figure. Having been distracted by Ignis a second ago, it was a pleasant surprise to be flattered so and the lively glint in her eye did so seductively enhance the effect and please the eye. She was certainly interesting too and the more Aiden glanced over her, the harder it was for him to turn down. His cerulean orbs met her chocolate irises. The flare and confidence in her demeanor was enticing and ever so teasing to him. Something was odd however. Ignis too seemed to quiet up and Aiden noticed that the man ceased talking as soon as she took her seat and there was a kind of.. shiver in the bartenders arms that hadn't been there before. Was he imagining things? It may have been that he was relaxing now and probably seeing things. With an arrogant smirk, "The same goes for you; you seem like you're well-acquainted in these parts. I'm interested to hear what Ignis has told you about me.. although." In the back of his mind, that little sense from earlier was still screeching, overriding his sense of caution as he paid it little mind and closed in with her, "If you're looking for company for drinks, you need only lead the way. I'd be happy if we got to know each other very well." he added with the playful accent of his own, making the same thing implicit to her and a wolfish glare.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 21:49:35 GMT
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If I need to change anything, let me know.
He was into it, leaning into the attention as she carefully flattered his ego. Confidence colored his expression, the kind that came from a man who was used to winning. Oh, the fun she would have with this one... The teasing smile on her lips widened to a pleased smirk, and she slid from her stool as he accepted what she offered. Her gloves were bunched in her off hand as she gestured toward the door. She could feel her contact's nerves as she did, and she flicked her eyes over to him in a silent warning that didn't spread to her lips. He went back to cleaning the glass in his hand, walking away.
Her eyes were soft, not matching the predatory smile on her lips, but her smile matched his. If he got out of his chair, she would lift her hand and inquire with a raised eyebrow. Her other hand would put her gloves in the far pocket of her jacket. This was a delicate operation, and it would require a personal touch. Her nails were short but manicured, the cut of a person who used their hands for their job. Perhaps she wasn't some pampered lady of fortune who had servants to do all of her jobs, but she was a woman who liked the finer things.
Sapphires. Gourmet cheesecake. Blood. Things like that.
"Can I borrow your arm?" she asked, knowing it would put one of his wrists in easy range of her whip. "We can go to my place. I hope you like scotch."
The air outside of the bar was getting colder as the sun went down. The sun was already below the horizon, but the glow was beginning to fade as they made their way down the road. She was leading him down toward the more inhabited end of town, but it led past some of the burnt end of town. She passed some of the alleys where her men were hiding, and they reached the place without incident.
Right on cue, she looked over her shoulder to see some of her men herding them to the ambush point. She put on a face of concern, nervously steering away from them and down a side street. The buildings were burnt on both sides, and she had to stop when another group of men stepped in front. She backed away, letting go of Aiden's arm as she did so. Her face was a mask of fear, and she looked back and forth between the groups of men. A couple of the buttons on the bottom of her jacket were undone, but she waited until Aiden was looking elsewhere to pull her whip from her belt.
Her hand gripped the handle of the weapon as she looked at him.
"Treachery," she purred, feeling the leather come to life under her fingertips.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Jan 14, 2017 20:28:51 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette He was perfectly capable of knowing and recognizing danger when it presented itself, but in this peculiar instance the thought of it was alluring and enticed him eagerly toward it. It came with a women's face and a soothing voice with a sultry offering. Though his guard was swaggering, the idea was too bewitching to hold off. Was she a hunter from the guild? If she was, he had battled enough of them that he had nothing to worry about from the danger. On top of that, his new necromancy powers had been progressing nicely and confidence in his own skill was at its peak. The bartenders behavior wasn't escaping him either and he suspected that something was up, but most likely this would play to his advantage. The shivering became a bit more pronounced, leading to a heightening of his own suspicions, though that hardly dampened his confidence. When it came to being sly, he had enough experience in the matter to fear little. Eluding hunters for years had honed his senses and reflexes and there was no reason he couldn't handle himself with this woman regardless. The ex-hunter was a wolf and a dangerous one at that. The nameless woman looked prim, lively, and well-crafted by comparison though he began to have the sense she had something on her mind though hardly cared enough to consider it at the moment. Now that he took a look, she looked absolutely enrapturing and the alluring smirk on her lips was so beguiling and kind. More and more, his sense of caution took backseat as he became quite interested indeed. Gladly offering her his arm, the two of them headed out of the bar and made way down towards the most damaged part of the town. Darkness was beginning to set in, clouding the town in colors of sanguine and black, especially the dangerous back alleys. Aiden gently let her lead the way, following in her footsteps as they took them down a street off into a side. His face took on a curious smirk as all around him something now seemed off and the alarm in the back of his mind was now slowly starting to bleep to life. Men began to surround them and block off their passes. The ex-hunter's gaze turned to the multitudes in front of them as Elise let go of his arm. He could handle them, so long as he could also get them an escape route, was his first thought. An aggressive snarl churned upon his lips, eyes watching as they gathered around him and Aiden prepared to fight. His left hand reached up into his vest for his knives, going for the first draw to cut the largest of men that was up against the wall ahead of them. Once he had done that, then the rest would be easy and Necromancy would allow him to make... They weren't there. His hand grasped around an empty pocket, his knives absent from where they normally were sheathed. What happened to them? Did he drop them at the bar or did Ignis take them while he wasn't looking? He would've caught it if it was a pickpocket in the streets somewhere... His eyes leveled and filled with surprise before turning back again as his calculating mind started to take over and he realigned himself. Okay, without his knives he could still fight and get them out of this, he was skilled enough to... Beyond his field of vision as he was concocting his thoughts, Aiden sensed it before he heard the silent word poisonously creep up from behind him. A belt strap slip or the sound of a dagger coming unclothed. His attentions suddenly snapping around, Aiden whirled around before he heard and felt the snap lay upon him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2017 21:44:31 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","dec"] [attr="class","dec1"]OH DARLING, LET
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I like this wrist. I think I'll keep it.
Oh, if only the Dishonored was looking at her, and she could savor the look of confidence as it faded into an understanding of how trapped he really was. Ah well. There was plenty of time for that, once they had him completely at their mercy. Treachery wound through the air, its tip weaving through the air as it examined this new prey, which Elise was presenting to it. The whip liked to taste blood, and Elise was inclined to give it the chance. Sometimes, if Treachery took a liking to its prey, it would cut deeper. Lifting her wrist, Elise snapped the whip toward Aiden, and was pleased to see the leather find his wrist and wrap around it.
Her pickpocket had done his job well, but Treachery would be the factor that prevented him from using whatever mystical gifts his goddess might have given him. It was the greater part of the gift that the Runic enchantment gave the weapon, even if it wasn't the main portion. His wrist would likely bruise from the impact, and the bruise was what would stay long after it should have healed. Injuries inflicted by Treachery were more difficult to heal. He would learn that lesson, whether he wanted to or not.
"Come now, Aiden," she said, pulling the whip tight. "You said we could get to know each other. I really wanna know what you sound like when you scream."
The smile on her lips was playful, and she held the body of her weapon taut as her men moved in closer. With only one hand free, his magic cut off, and his weapons missing, he didn't stand much of a chance against her. If he tried to pull against her, she wouldn't budge. Whatever the difference in their strength, Treachery's allegiance lay with her, and it would actively fight anyone else who tried to grab it. Besides, she had the lower center of gravity and plenty of men who were trying to get his other wrist so that they could tie him up.
Her sentries were keeping watch for any law enforcement that might happen by.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Jan 22, 2017 5:34:47 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette Aiden felt the crack and impending object wrap around his wrist, disorienting him for a moment. Once it processed, his fiery instincts began to burn away quickly. His turn came quickly, taking his attention back towards the woman holding what seemed to be a very powerfully enchanted whip. Runic enchantments? When did she get something like this? Was this all a setup? Only... His brain peeled apart the fact that he'd been had and as it fully came into recognition, his eyes drew down into the shadows. She had slipped past his guard, lured him to a secluded place, and he had fallen for it without a fight. He had been so fixated on hunters and believing they would be the ones coming for him that he hadn't considered someone from the University. Was she even a part of that? No, it was too early to assume that and the people closing in on him didn't look like scholars. His eyes twisted and his teeth gnarled like a feral wolf, snarling and twisting to escape with all his might. The whip that had snaked its way around his wrist though made it nearly impossible to move. Writhing and struggling, the ex-hunter managed only to make sure that the ones who restrained him didn't do it without a black eye or a few light injuries. His prosthetic arm swiped and slashed a few of them. His open leg lashed out, though it was quickly grabbed and left him with no other options. With masterful reflexes and fighting skills, he put up as much of a fight as he could, but the restraint placed on him along with being outnumbered was too much. A large man grabbed him and he was soon wrestled downwards and his arms and legs forced down to the ground as something else also fell over his head. Roughly, he was pushed and escorted away like a prize as he heard the assailants around him laughing or cheering. And that was the first moment in a long time that he felt completely powerless.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 20:23:06 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] oh darling, just let me hear you scream it makes your voice so much sweeter. [attr="class","monalisa"]Treachery unraveled itself as the target was taken down, and the ropes tied firmly around his wrists. Lazily winding through the air, it returned to Elise, who ran a finger down the leather surface as it began to coil itself. She rested her hand on it, wrapping her fingers around the loops.
"Time to sleep, Treachery," she cooed to it, and the whip stilled and went completely limp.
She attached it back onto the loop in her belt, smiling at her men as they celebrated a successful take-down. The job was far from complete, though. First, they would have to transport him back to their underground headquarters, and then the real fun would begin. Turning a man into a slave was a process, one that took time and effort. While other slavers might have hired someone to take care of that part of the process, Elise savored those long hours of beating the fight out of someone, until they lost the will to resist. It was the most intimate part of her life, one that bared the soul. People were at their most honest when they were in pain.
Nodding in satisfaction to the men that pulled the man upright, she began to consider the methods she would use to get him to the place where he needed to be. Her hand rested on his shoulder as he walked, and she gently squeezed the joint, feeling the place where the prosthetic met the real flesh.
"Don't worry, love," she purred, her voice low and filled with relish. "I'll take good care of you."
There weren't any civilians on the street; her men had made sure of that. No law enforcement, either. A few well-placed dollars had ensured that as well. Instead, there was just the group of men who kept close by, ready to take him down if he tried to run. Elise herself wasn't particularly worried. Once he was tied up, a man was a lot easier to control, and she'd made sure he had no more weapons or surprises.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Jan 29, 2017 20:28:27 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette He wasn't about to just go quietly into the night. As they began to walk, he struggled and writhed incessantly. Periodically, his resistance would bound up and he would feel himself nearing freedom before it was beaten back down again and the binds were reinforced. It wouldn't matter how much she placed on him, his spirit was as strong as ever. Tempered by his years of surviving against Hunters and confidence in general, he refused to allow his jailers the easy catch. Trying to slip through the rungs, kicking or headbutting away at anyone who came near, and shouting until his voice grew hoarse. The ex-hunter threw his weight around with force, but also with calculation. His mind working steadily on what he was holding him and taking in what sensations he could with relish to aid his escape. At times he would try and conserve his energy and flare up when he was ready for the next attempt. He was generous with his stamina, but also knew when he needed to conserve it. He saved his breath when he needed to bide his time as the minutes turned into hours, but was all too happy to make sure that he burned them when it was possible. Soon, Aiden lost track of time and where they were at and where they were heading. Only wriggling and howling like a caged wolf.
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