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Post by Temperance C. Baron on Dec 9, 2012 9:17:28 GMT -5
He trembles under the soft touch of the grown woman's gloved fingers. He gulps softly and stares into the eyes of his captive. There was nothing there, only bleak darkness that has seen far too much horrific events in such a short life-span. She licks her lips and touches the man's face the way a lover would and slowly leans in, "We shall try this again. Where is he?"
The man's will was already cracking, so close to the breaking point, this Temperance Baron could obviously see. He quivers like a leaf, eyes going wide in the anticpation of her hand getting nearer and nearer to his heart. Oh God, she was going to twist his heart again. He couldn't bare it another time! He opens his mouth to speak just as her hand reaches where his heart would be, and he says in a loud and pleading voice, "P-please! I don't know! Please, please...I don't know." He was broken.
Temperance's hard onyx eyes suddenly go soft, and her hand reaches up to touch his face once again, her caress mockingly tender, "I believe you." She stares into his frightened eyes that reminded her so much of a doe. She takes in his terrified and pained expression a moment longer with unfazing stoicness, before she places her hand over his heart, "But that isn't going to save you."
Her miniacal grin stretches her cheeks and makes her look much like a Jack-o-Lantern as her hand shoves into his body. The man screeches, screams, makes noises much like a dying hound. Blood sprays all over Temperance's face, clothes and hair. Her hand closes around something beating as fast as a rabbit and slowly, ever so slowly, she squeezes the life out of the man, taking her sweet time. Finally, the man's screams stop and his eyes go lifeless. The heart explodes into a gory mess in her hand, and she drags her hand out of the corpse. She shakes off her hand, spraying blood everywhere. She has a disgusted face, "I really do hate blood."
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Post by Aurora Mason on Dec 9, 2012 17:55:19 GMT -5
The shadows were her friends, they enjoyed concealing her. Like a strong cream covering up a dark spot, the shadows kept her hidden at all times. Why am I here? Of that I have no idea. Then why had she come? It definitely wasn't the scenery-no blasphemy intended-it wasn't the loveliest places of all. There was a lot of blood on the walls. Aurora had no problem with that at all, but she just didn't like dried blood. It tended to be gross. It must have been the screaming, and the sound of some new blood(literally). She smiled and peeked into the room, balancing on her toes.
And she saw the all mighty Temperance C. Baron. She ha been smiling before, but now it escalated into a full fledged, almost Cheshire Cat looking smile. Her catlike teeth helped a lot. She always loved to see the Guild Master, the feeling she got was almost like when someone living in a desolate place sees a celebrity. But times ten. Then she sees the man lying before her, and her senses just go wild.
"Knock knock," Aurora said playfully as she cracked open the door, letting the heavenly smell of fresh blood come to her nose, "Who's there?" She looked at the man, he looked like the strong type-she must have had quite some fun with him. Her eyes glint darkly as she looks at the bloody mess that seemed to have spread everywhere.
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Post by Temperance C. Baron on Dec 9, 2012 18:46:17 GMT -5
Temperance turns and smirks broadly at Aurora, her strongest S-class guild member. She nods her head in greeting to her psychotic ally, "Greetings, Aurora. How are you this evening?" Her tone is casual, as if the two women were not standing over the mutilated body of an enemy Offical Guild mage. He probably had kids he had to return to.
He wouldn't be returning to them now! Ha-ha!
Her cold onyx eyes bore into Aurora's, taking in her every detail. As she reads her Soul wavelength, she finds herself beginning to drool. Aurora did have quite a strong and tasty looking Soul...but Temperance needed her, so that little feast would have to be saved for later.
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Post by Ice D. Mau on Dec 12, 2012 21:02:37 GMT -5
Ice slithered in through the shadowy air vent. She broke through into the interrogation room, wanting to watch her master and learn from her. She stood up, once again a human-mage. She whipped back her long, white hair revealing a deviously playful smile and bright blue eyes. "Am I too late?" she asked playfully. She walked up to the dead guy and whipped out her favorite machete. She looked at them. Ice's eyes flashed. She lashed out her machete and chopped his head off. It landed with a thud. She turned into a little black cat and jumped onto the table.
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Post by Aurora Mason on Dec 15, 2012 11:43:51 GMT -5
Aurora smiled at Temperance, "Having a wonderful time. I always enjoy the sound of torture. How has your evening been? Besides the fun of destroying him, of course." She chuckles to herself.
She hears someone standing up behind her. Aurora turned around to see Ice. Her eyes glistened, "Careful now, we don't want that beautiful hair staining." She looked at the dead man again. Aurora loved the scent of the freshly dead. It really roused her appetite. She walked over to to the corpse and kneeled down beside him, took his bloodstained wrist and rubbed her finger along it, catching some of the blood. She stood back up and licked the blood off her finger. The blood was still warm, and this man was so good.
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Post by Ice D. Mau on Dec 18, 2012 10:26:07 GMT -5
Ice smiled. She padded over to the corpse, and sniffed. She let the scent wreathe around her, the warm blood seep into her fur. She stepped back and licked her paw clean. She changed into her human form and stepped down. Her new six-inch heels were hard to walk in. She stumbled over to Aurora, and changed again into the little black cat. "I hate heels. They're so hard to walk in." she mewed.
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