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 Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:17 pm
:: Bittersweet Opposition ::
A war. In 14th century Europe. I'll fix this later.
This was originally started by [.Nazi.] and myself.
** PM Me with your Character Info before posting **
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:21 pm
{I'm going to post what's happened so far. >.>} Remmy His grappling hook struck the edge of the window in the back of the tower, hoisting himself up the side with the rope clenched tightly in his hands. He wasn't particularly strong, but he was nimble and quick, which his how he slipped past the guards so easily. The sounds of war raging off in the distance could be heard as the higher-ranking officers napped peacefully in their bunkers, It digusted him. He reached the window, peeking over the ledge slightly with bright green eyes, making sure the coast was clear before climbing in through the window and gathering up his grappling hook.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:22 pm
Asher
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
 At the end of the hallway he sat, long legs kicked up on the chair’s arm. He held a book in his hands, reading by dim candlelight, and his mind too restless to care much for sleep. It must have been almost 2 am, a quick glance outside judging the time. A small yawn was given, his long, marble white fingers gliding over the page to turn it. He smirked, ripping that page from the vile book on “modern torture” “Pff, I could write a book with better methods than this piece of s**t could offer…” He scowled at the book, chuckling softly before he threw the book across the room, page scattering across the floor. He didn’t much care for the place he was in, wanting to be home.
Asher Stood at about 6’2, give or take, and had long waist length pale blond hair. He happened to have very pale skin, marble white, and at times it had seemed lightly. He enjoyed wearing the tight black leather pants he had brought from home, no socks as well, or shoes, unless he had to. More often that not he went shirtless, leaving his toned body exposed and open for all. To most people he was cold, and went about as he pleased, being the head commander, and wealthiest Noble in this worthless castle. Few objected, and those who did were disposed of, quickly at that.
Within moments he stood from the chair, stretching out and allowing his silky blonde hair to fall around his shoulders and over his hips. He gave a small grunt, kicking the table out of his way so he could make his way down the hall and to the kitchen. Still, his body wouldn’t let him actually rest, but he had managed to find something to do, something to keep himself busy.
Heading down to the kitchen he snorted at one of the lifeless soldiers on the ground, sleeping, and looking as drunk as he could. Asher stopped and kicked the sleeping sick, walking off in a casual fashion after the soldier awoke. “Shouldn’t be sleeping you stupid ********…” He called off after he was halfway down the hall. A hand would run through his long pale blonde hair, gray eyes flickering from place to place, the odd soundless halls making him feel a bit calmer.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:23 pm
Remmy He glanced around the dim and unlit hallway; his clothes were made of a skin-tight fabric that was light and breezy, black against his lightly colored skin. He wore boots, which were specially made and made of the same cloth, the soles carefully sculpted for stealthiest. He crept down the hall, slightly crouched; as his green eyes were always alert, peeking through a black mask, He was trying to remember the layout of the tower, which floor and which room his target resided. He'd stolen a map from a dead soldier in the field, and he'd studied it carefully before approaching the building. His target should be in a room on the second floor, at the end of the hall to the right, there were six-rooms on each side and he was sure there were officers resting within. He slowly reached into his boot as he walked and pulled a small, thin, but sharp dagger and wielded it in his right hand, ready to strike. He reached the door, pressing his hand against the handle, his heart raced and he gathered his thoughts as he slowly pushed the door open.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:24 pm
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
{Your turn. >.>}
About midway down the stairwell he had pulled out a leather hair tie, his delicate fingers gathering up his pale colored hair. He soon would tie that tie around the strands, ensuring that they were up in a tight tie, and resting mid back. Slowly, he continued his walk down the stairwell, soft padding noises from his feet as he went about the cold stone. Had he been wearing his boots a clacking noise would have been heard over the light padding noise. A small smirk was developing at the thought of his duties tomorrow night, the torturing sessions with the captured spies from the day before.
His thoughts were cut short by the lit torch at the end of the stairwell, the light bright compared to the dark he had been walking in. He gave a small hiss, eyes closing as he pushed through the door to the long series of halls in the next chamber. “Damn halls…” He muttered to himself, knowing all too well that these would be the protection of the base, should it ever be taken, or captured by some opposing force. He made a left down the first set of halls, taking a short right, right after that turn. He smirked and pushed the kitchen door open, kicking another soldier in the side while he slept. “Wake the ******** up!” He shouted at the disgusting soldier that was resting in his own vomit. “ You are all so god damned worthless…” He started while walking over to a cabinet.
He paused to shudder at the chill that ran up his spine, the scent of urine making his stomach turn. He quickly snatched a bit of bread from the second shelf, a small wrap of dried, and salted pork following the bread. He glared at the soldier, now fully awake, as he sat down at the island like countertop. “Just leave…” He growled out, eyes narrowing while a small hiss was given to the pitiful life form He placed the bread on the blood stained wood, biting off a small chunk of the salted pork, eating a small bit of bread with it. Elbows on the table as he went about eating, still not tired, but oh so amused at the methods he’d developed for tomorrow night.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:34 pm
A man was sleeping in the bed, it was one of the Captains, dressed in his pajamas, completely unaware of his presence. A small smirk formed on his lips, closing the door quietly behind him before approaching the bedside. Swiftly, he jumped ontop of the man and grabbed his bottom jaw, clutching it tightly as he kept the man from shrieking in fear as he awoke to the spy on top of him.
"Captain Kahn." He spoke softly, his voice almost sounded alien to him, he lowered the dagger to the Captain's neck. "Haven't you ever heard the saying..." He started, his smirk widening into a twisted grin,"Humans are most beautiful, right before they die." He said and without another word, he slit the man's throat and blood poured out, spilling all over the pillows and the sheets.
When he was finished, he climbed off of the Captain, rubbing blood on his fingers and writing something obscene on the wall, his personal signature, he wrote,"Payne". He decided he would make his daring escape now, approaching the door and opening it to go back out into the hallway.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:49 pm
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
He only happened to eat half of the bread, leaving the rest on the table before him. He stood up and left the chair where it was, pushing the door open to leave. He stretched and turned left down the first passage he came to, then right, he closed his eyes and continued to walk, estimating before he opened his eyes once more. “There’s the stairwell…” He whispered, the bright torch showing across the room. He smirked at the dim light, and it’s death just before he pushed on and guided his steps to the stairs. With hands on the side raining he started up the steps, walking for what seemed forever before he reached the top of the stairs.
He was now on the second floor, but on the opposite wing of his room in the Captain’s wing. He sighed heavily and began to walk, taking a left turn down the second hall to the left, and then continuing the walk. He’d walk about another 5 feet before turning left and walking up the hall. This set of halls, walks, and turns would have put him and the start of his hall, his eyes shifting before he saw a figure step out into the hallway.
His eyes narrowed, the scent of fresh blood reaching his nose. “Oh this will be fun…” He whispered, stepping to the side as he slowly padded over to the figure. He had guessed as to what it was, another spy from somewhere, and not a soldier. Slowly, and soundlessly he approached the fleeting figure, a little longer than an arm’s reach of space between them.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 9:58 pm
He had his blade drawn and he slowly closed the door, quietly, but he'd heard footsteps and could somewhat feel a presence close to him, without even having to turn and see it. "So you found me..." He said softly, taking just a moment to judge his actions, a moment of intense thinking. He was ready, for anything, whatever this man had in stake for him.
Not another moment to spare, he swiftly crouched and turned, as he did he sent his right leg to swipe low against the man's legs behind him, in hope that he would be able to knock him down or cause him to stumble, giving him enough time to escape through the window in the hallway.
This definately was no ordinary spy or assassin, he went by the name of Payne and he was born killer, slaying officers and soldiers since his early childhood, it was in his blood.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:25 am
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
When the leg hit his own, his arm quickly reached out and grabbed the boy’s neck. He smashed the other’s head into the floor right next to where he fell. His nails quickly dug into the small boy’s windpipe, crushing it while his grip tightened. His other hand moved to push his body up and smash his knee into that hand with the sword, forcing the fingers to let go. “Oh boy did you pick the wrong time to leave that room…” He chuckled, waiting for the body to go limp from the depravation of oxygen.
His eyes narrowed, blond hair dipping over the floor while he held still, almost soundless, body shifting with every movement the other made. After each small movement the boy had made, his grip would tighten, and nails would dig much deeper very close to breaking the delicate skin that was there. A dark chuckle was given at the thought of death, and the struggle the one under was giving, his mind switching to thoughts of torture for this spy.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:34 am
Payne was startled as he looked up into the man's eyes above him, in the dim light of the hallway, he'd recognized him. He'd seen him commanding troops and taking out his men, but his vision was starting to go dark, the image of the man becoming blurred and distorted.
Even in this predicament, he wouldn't give in without a fight, his right hand pinned down to the ground, his left hand reached for the blade strapped to his right thigh, but it was just out of reach. His fingers brushed over the handle, and he clenched his teeth, this truly was irony. "Do.. what you..will." He struggled to speak, using his last breath of air,"But I will.. never..talk." He managed to say before he fell unconcious, his green eyes closing.
This wouldn't be the first time Payne had found himself in a situation much like this one, it wasn't often the enemy was able to catch him, but he'd always been able to find a way out of it. Yet, in this moment, he was unsure.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:54 am
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
Luckily he’d seen the boy reach for the blade, his hand still gripping the other’s neck as he pulled it out. He smirked slightly and pushed the blade into his belt, having a use for it later. He stood up, pulling the other up by his neck and then hoisting him over his shoulder. He had pulled a small syringe from his pocket, uncapping it to force the needle into the boy’s shoulder. He slowly pumped the white serum into the body, ensuring the boy would be out for a good while.
He smirked and pushed the door open to the room the other had come out of, grinning at the blood of the general. He stepped out and turned to the left, kicking in the door to the other officer’s room. “Hey! Get up!” He shouted, the officer jerking awake and glancing over. “Go clean your commanders blood up, next door, caught a spy… Welcome to the frontline…” He clearly stated, promoting the second in line to the front, a sadistic grin on his face. “ I need to go take care of this.” He said, lifting the boy up on his shoulder before speaking once more, “See that others are informed of the general and your command.” He turned and left the room, eyes beaming with sadism, as he turned left down the hall.
“You see… I don’t need information from you, I have what I need from your colleagues, you on the other hand, will be a toy for my own personal amusement.” He chuckled out; the grin growing wider after the sentence was said to the unconscious boy. He’d turn right down a set of halls, another stairwell waiting at the end of it, leading to the cellar. He’d slowly stride down to the stairs, taking his time to get to the bottom, mind swirling with thoughts as he reached the chamber below.
He gave a very faint yawn, setting the sleeping assassin on the stone table, leather straps securing hands, arms, torso, legs, feet, and neck. A drain for blood a few feet away from the table, tools of various sorts scattered about. After he was sure the boy was secured he left the room to gather tools: a scalpel, scissors, wire thread, and needle. He also gathered a silk strip, mainly used for wounded soldiers who have lost limbs. He entered the dark chamber once more, taking the lit torch up to the torches that weren’t lit. He’d need light for this, knowing all too well he would want his little toy alive. All that was left to do was wait for the sleeping one to wake up, then the fun would begin.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 12:06 pm
Groggily, he began to awake, his vision was still blurried and he was dizzy, squinting to see better, but it didn't help at all. Immediately upon awaking, his first reaction was to move, attempting to jerk his arms and legs from their restraints. His vision became clearer and clearer, his bright green eyes alert as the image of the man from earlier came to him. It was then he realized that he'd been captured, and he was in serious trouble as he couldn't move, he couldn't even reach the pouch tied to his belt, for in that pouch sat a vial of poison, upon drinking it would kill in an instant.
He didn't speak, glaring at the other man, trying his best to keep calm and gather his thoughts, there was always a way to get out of any situation, yet it seemed, there was only one way to get out of one like this. He opened his mouth slowly, then he began to bite down on his tongue as hard as he could, wincing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 12:30 pm
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
His hand curled and he punched the boy, a ring almost cracking the skull of the boy. He’d give another punch, this time breaking the boy’s jaw, fingers gripping and pulling the hanging jaw down, a small chuckle would be given, a leather strap placed over the jaw. The strap would keep the broken bit down, adding to the pain while he worked. “ Now, now… I can remove your tongue for you, but there would be no point, you won’t be able to talk soon.” He assured, walking over to a stove to pick up a small white hot rod. He’d walk back over and grip the boys tongue, pressing it down while the rod was placed over the starting bite, searing the skin and veins shut.
Next to the boy’s temple there was another strap, the man quickly picked it up, as well as he other side. He held the strap before buckling it over the boy’s forehead, making it impossible for his head to move. “First I’ll remove your eyes…” He stated while licking his lips, one hand picking up the rusty scalpel, the other forcing the left eye open, thumb on the bottom eyelid, index finger on top. He grinned and slowly pushed the dull blade to the side of the boy’s eye, pushing the gelled ball over so he’d cut around, detaching any nerves, and other strands to the eye. Soon the vision in that eye would be lost, the blade pushing down to pup the eye from the socket. He set the eye into the boy’s mouth, fluid dripping from it while he picked up the white rod, pushing it into the empty socket to sear off any bleeding spots.
The procedure for the second eye would be different, this time more painful. The rod that was inserted into the other socket would be jammed straight through the right eye, producing a nasty odor, the gel literally melting from the eye. He’d pull the rod from the melting eye, fingers pushing into the socked to rip the eye out, cord separating from the socket to the eye, A large grin would spread as he forced this eye into the boy’s mouth as well. Blood was starting to drip from the sides of the other’s eye, the scalpel cutting small slits along the sides to drain blood from the swollen areas. He took a step back and smiled with a twisted face, loving every second of his torture, speaking in a tone that would alarm anyone, “And now your vocal chords…”
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 12:52 pm
Payne couldn't even comprehend the situation, pain seered through him in spiked waves, but it mostly concentrated in his head. His mind swirled and he wanted so badly to scream, cry and shout in pain but his whole life had trained him against showing any form of weakness. He wondered what kind of human being could possibly be so cruel, so demented.
He finally spoke up, his last chance to speak, he figured, even as his jaw stung and was broken,"Your name...?" He said, it was muffled and barely understandable as he couldn't move his jaw to speak. He wanted desperately to know the name of his asailant, and even as his body was enveloped in pain and soon, he believed he wouldn't be able to function normally ever again, he admired the man.
Nobody had ever captured Payne, and lived long enough to tell about it, but now, he was caught, done, retired. He would never be able to go back to his old life of spying and thievery, his life now at the mercy of his mortal enemy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 1:09 pm
Somebody help me through this nightmare...
...I can't control myself...
“My name to you means nothing, and you won’t know it for a while, so shut it.” He said, his hand moving to unstrap the boy’s forehead. His hand would move and he’d tilt that head back, the strap from before moving it over the other’s chin. He would secure the strap, keeping the other’s head still while he ran fingers along the smooth skin of the boy’s neck. “Mm… Beautiful skin.” He whispered to the boy his eyes closing while he shuddered, nails raking over that skin. “After this is all done I’ll fix your jaw and we’ll go get you something to drink, and some new clothing. You’re going to be my personal… pet… if you will.” He stated, the dull blade running over the boy’s neck, fingers still feeling for the right place to make a cut. “Now, be kind a make a noise…” He whispered as his head tilted down to kiss over the other’s cheek.
He smirked and licked the blood off is lips, tongue sliding out to lick over the other’s temple, the blood being cleaned. His fingers slide up and grip the sides of the other’s neck, slowly tracing down to toy with the flesh. His tongue continues to slide over the other’s temple, flicking over the blood. “Boy did you pick the wrong time to do this…” He chuckled out, nails digging into the tender flesh of the other’s neck.
...Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
...The darker side of me...
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