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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 7, 2006 21:46:08 GMT -5
((Sure...you've done it enough times, to be sure. ;D ))
The swordsman awoke to see the two Princes in front of him. The man, Oliver, leaned heavily against a chair that was next to him, and swordsman could just see bandages peeking through his breezy white cotton shirt.
The man grunted and tried to move, but found himself heavily bound. "Darn..."he hissed.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Nov 7, 2006 21:49:06 GMT -5
Alexandra stood near Oliver. Her arms where crossed over her chest which she wore a tight black corset with a purple lacing. Her legs were covered by a long black and purple skirt matching the corset. Her favorite colors.
She eyed the man carefully, tuning in to see if she could see anything ahead of time he may tell them.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 7, 2006 21:52:19 GMT -5
Oliver's voice was soft, mostly because talking loud or even breathing too much caused his arrow wounds to ache. "Hello, sir. What is your name?"
The swordsman glared at him, but saw no reason to deny them that much. "Arren...Arren Gillant." He replied.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Nov 7, 2006 21:55:54 GMT -5
Alex gasped and her eyes went blank for a moment. A few minutes later she wobbled and had to hold onto the chair near her to stand up. ''Oh,my..''She said shaking her head.
''Arren...may I ask you....why, you are here...exactally. Dont lie.''She said looking at him evenly.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 7, 2006 21:57:32 GMT -5
Arren smirked at her, showing teeth stained with blood. "Oh, and why should I tell you?"
Oliver cleared his throat. "Then we will be forced to extract the information in a less plesant way." He said.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Nov 7, 2006 21:58:43 GMT -5
Alexandra nodded. ''Trust me, your going to want to tell us...''She said hinting to what it was she saw a moment ago.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 7, 2006 22:01:04 GMT -5
Arren gave them a bold look, his blue eyes defiant. "Hmph...I'd sooner gut myself than tell you two scugs." He said cooly.
Oliver sighed and brought the crumpled umbrella from his pocket. Arren paled when he saw it.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Nov 8, 2006 16:12:29 GMT -5
Alezandra could help but smile. ''Well, we can simply pry your fingernails off one by one then your toe nails, pending you tell us what we ask.''She said softly as she eyed him.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 8, 2006 16:43:40 GMT -5
Arren, his color returned, threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, the foolishness of you both! Do you have any earthly idea whom I work for? He will come for me the moment he hears of my capture...and comend me for my bravery."
Oliver scoffed, his expression hard. "Old Bonicelli? Hah! The man could not take down a flag pole, much less Alexandra and I!"
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Post by Darknessfalls on Nov 8, 2006 16:45:30 GMT -5
Alex nodded and she looked at him evenly. She wasnt going to give into this. So, as if cued a group of Them entered the cage Arren was in. They each had a sharp tool made of metal in their hands.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 8, 2006 16:49:06 GMT -5
Arren examined the weapon with a single raised eyebrow. "Hmph. And what is that supposed to be."
Oliver, perplexed, looked to Alex questiongly as well.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Nov 8, 2006 16:51:22 GMT -5
Alex watched as one of the women grabbed Arren's hand, and, pryed off his thumb nail with a quick ripping motion upwards after jabbing the sharp tool under his thumb. Though Alex was against this torture, it seemed the only way to make the man talk.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 8, 2006 16:53:23 GMT -5
Oliver winced, half from the scream of agony that Arren produced and half because the Prince had jerked upright, and in doing so had caused his wounds to burst open again.
Arren had his eyes closed and his teeth gritted. "Not...going to...tell..." He grunted.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Nov 8, 2006 16:56:47 GMT -5
Alex watched silently as the same woman pulled off his index finger thumbnail. Some of the other woman came forward with some cloth bags filled with salt. They sprinkled some of it onto Arren's bleeding fingers.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Nov 8, 2006 16:58:52 GMT -5
Amongst Arren's screams, Oliver heard the door behind them open and a flustered-looking General stepped in. "Sir, Madam! The slayers are here...the traitor's at their head!" He gasped, his hand pressed to his hip, which was bleeding heavily.
Arren smiled at the Princes. "Hah!" He whispered.
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