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Post by npc on May 21, 2010 0:53:35 GMT -5
Dirt and grime choked the moss trying to grow, thick and slimy, on the dungeon walls. Mold cracked the mortar between solid stone blocks on three sides, broken only by rusted iron lattice of a gate. Yellow lantern-light flickered through the bars on the door, casting a ray of light over two bodies lying prone on the floor from where they had been carelessly thrown.
Further down the thin corridor, one could see nothing but blank stone and evenly-spaced lanterns. If there were cells nearby, their occupants were one of three things: unconscious, mute, or --
dead.
"More mistakes!" The red-haired sorceress scowled angrily as she stared into the cell at the two young women lying prone in the midst of the filth. There were no guards in this section of the dungeon -- not like either of the women looked like they would be presenting any threat -- but it was obvious that one of them, at least, was royalty of some kind. The glint of pale skin in the lamplight and the sparkle of dirty and torn, yet still elegantly beautiful cloth more than displayed her nobility...
With a fake, regretful sigh, she tapped a crimson fingernail against her teeth. "Why, oh why, are my servants so foolish as to mistake this woman as a test subject?" she lamented to herself over the unconscious bodies. After a moment, she shrugged. It was of no importance, truly; one less aristocrat wouldn’t make much of a difference, and, to judge from the dirty face and worn clothes of the other young woman, perhaps she would learn something about the real world and see that the world didn’t need her kind.
After all, if one of her foolish servants went to this level and collected the young noblewoman for tests, it wasn’t as if the world as a whole would miss her. One less ransom would barely make an impact on her situation, and with another shrug, she moved away from the cell, clapping her hands once to try and remove the dust. Let the skeletons down here keep them company; she hadn’t ventured down to this level in some time, and it was likely that, to judge from the sickly scent of rotting flesh and the lack of any sound, her previous subjects had died of neglect.
Ah well. No matter. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ivanka von Kraginskaya on May 21, 2010 4:20:35 GMT -5
The sound of a familiar voice echoed throughout the hollow area. Ivanka knew that she would need to remain still, seeing as the woman, clad in the red garments had mistaken them to still unconscious, or even better, dead. Yep. It was better to be mistaken that way for they won't need to put an eye on you. The woman, who seemed to be a sorceress of some kind, had her attention focused on the other girl who was with Ivanka. Apparently, she didn't see her as a threat but rather as an mistaken aristocrat. Maybe Ivanka could snuggle some money out of her when the woman left. Though, it didn't seem much was on her. Did Ivanka pose more as a threat rather than the girl? Ivanka slowed down her breathing so that it won't appear as she was still alive. The woman started to walk off and the only site of light started to fade away. Only the light from the neighboring cells were the ones that could give Ivanka a little sight to see. Once she was certain that the woman was gone, Ivanka slowly stood up, making sure that no noises were barely heard. Being an assassin, stealth and silence was one thing she needed to look out for.
Now, what had happened? Ivanka's head was throbbing and spinning with all sorts of confusions. Putting her hands close to her face, she pushed her short brunette hair back and rested on the cold stone walls of the dungeon. It didn't take a single sniff to let Ivanka realize that it was rotting away. On the walls of her dungeon were bones that seemed to be hanging. The place was full of dirt and moss that could be atleast a foot thick; or so Ivanka thought. The scent of rotting flesh entered her nostrils. Well, Ivanka was used to this. How many times has she been in dungeons? Despite her short life, she's been to quite a few. And it wasn't new to her. But maybe to the young woman who was with her. Poor little thing. She looks so young and fragile and-
Slip!
Ivanka held on to her position as not to make any noises or startle the neighboring cells. Despite the fact that there was no one there guarding them, that woman could pop in on them any time soon. Now, Ivanka had to be really careful. She looked at the young woman with her. The pale skin, blonde curls and the wonderful dress she wore (which was now ruined). Why would they bring her in? Were the guards that stupid? Ivanka crawled on all fours to come closer to the young woman laying down on the grime. She would not like that when she woke up. Why did the guards think tha-
Unless, someone knew she posed a threat.
"Hey... wake up..." Ivanka shook the person with her lightly, and spoke with very little silence from her mouth. Ivanka sure did hope that they wouldn't mistake her as some sort of rapist or something. And maybe this was a good time to say she was a girl to make any rapist thoughts clear. They had to get our of here no matter what. And if they could, maybe get some of the other people out. She bet the others were stuck with each other. Yet, why was she stuck with a young girl? And what happened to all the guards here? Did they pose so little threat?
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on May 21, 2010 11:41:47 GMT -5
The last thing Seraphine could remember was trying to find a weak spot in the webs surrounding the area in the masquerade party. Yet, she remained calm and that might have not been a good idea. After all, in a panic like that, you would stand out if you were just standing calmly. The last thing she saw was the woman, the one who was clad in red. The same one who announced the ransom case, the one who used her energy to keep everyone down after that chandelier fell. And now, it seemed as if she was the one who had locked them up here. Seraphine knew she was struck unconscious. She had felt a magic strike her all of a sudden, falling onto her knees as her body weakened. She had no time to try and escape it. The last thing she remembered seeing were large men -who she think was her minions-, picking her up and knocking her unconscious. And from the feeling of her body, it didn't seem like they handled her carefully.
Her body aching slowly made Seraphine conscious again. Yet she made sure she was still. A familiar voice echoed throughout the seemingly empty hallways of the dungeon where she was. She wanted to move so much, and was about to but was stopped as the breathing of the other person who was with her slowed down. From the looks of it, it made Seraphine confused a little regarding the gender of the person. Was she a girl or a boy? Whatever the reason for it, it looks like she was really slowing down. Seraphine must observe from this now. The red woman seemed to mistake her as an aristocrat. So, Serpahine wasn't supposed to be here! The red woman just thought she was caught up by accident.
But the sound of being experimented on was not a good idea.
As she felt the presence leave the cell, she noticed the person with her started to move and stand up. Her eyes were still closed, but Seraphine could feel the presence. It seemed as if the whole cell they were in could be a graveyard. Sending out as little magic as she could from her fingertips as possible, she sensed that there were still spirits of those who died here. Maybe Seraphine could ask for thier help. Aside from that, she also tried to scan the neighboring cells to see if there were any occupants. There were, but she could't make out who or what they were. What has this woman been doing? The stench was really starting to get to her as well.. She wasn't used to this at all. But yet again-
Her buddy in the cell slipped almost alarming the neighbors. Yet, good thing none of them seemed to notice.
Seraphine felt the person with her approaching her slowly on all fours. A nice technique as so not to alarm anyone. Seraphine felt the other person's breath softly touch her neck. She was trying to wake her up. From the sound of her voice, anyone would a mind would immediately say boy. But there was something different that made Seraphine think that she was a girl. Slowly moving her head, it was pounding with a headache. Afterall, no one seemed to handle her delicately. Her body was also aching from the impact she must've encountered when they threw her against the wall. Well, she presumed that they threw here against the wall.
Slowly opening her eyes to see the face a bit more clearly of the person who was in the cell with her, it didn't seem as the lighting gave her enough light to make out the face that much. Except for most features she looked like a boy. Seraphine nodded a little and sat up. The cell was worst than she thought. It was filled with grime and dirt. The dirt has started to already ruin her gown. No matter to her now. It was better that she would be alive now. Also in the dungeon were skulls and dead bodies around them. Discolored moss surrounded her.
"I'm fine..." Seraphine replied as she massaged her temples. She was so messed up now. And now, she had cracked out of anger. She pulled out a pin from her hair to let her hair down. She sat across the girl who was in the same cell as her. Seraphine didn't sense any magic coming from her. She must be a ranger or something. But still whoever she was, they both needed to work together to get out from here. Well, first... a gown isn't something you wear to an escape. She needed to be comfortable first in her surroundings.
"Hey, you don't seem to have anything sharp with you, do you? A knife would be nice. Seraphine asked the person with her. From her looks, it looked like she had been to a lot of fights and supported herself. She might as well spend a little more time in the dungeon to try and figure out everything that was going on. Including what that woman wanted.
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Post by Ivanka von Kraginskaya on May 22, 2010 2:06:34 GMT -5
Ivanka backed out a little as the girl with her seemed to regain consciousness. She nodded and stood up. It seemed as though her body was starting ache a little. Ivanka's body ached but she was used to it. It did slow down her a little more; but she was still capable for a fight. The girl she was with had asked for something sharp; a knife if there was. "Sure." Ivanka rummaged through herself. She pulled up her pants to reveal a holster with a at least 3 knives attached of all shapes and sizes. Ivanka took the medium sized out. She played it with her fingers a little. She was a little suspicious with the words of the girl with her. From what she could make out about her, the blonde corkscrew hair, a graced sitting position, piercing green eyes, pale skin complexion. She was sure a noblewoman; and a fairly rich one for that. But why was she here alone? Wouldn't she need to have some bodyguards with her.
"So, don't tell me the only way you're thinking of escaping is suicide?" Ivanka said to her companion. She ended playing with her knife by catching the blade between her index and middle finger. It looked like she was going to throw it to her little friend. So, in the meantime they would spend a little time here trying to figure out that they were going to do with themselves here, a little formal introduction wouldn't be so bad. What would they have to lose with doing this?
"Do you have a name pretty lady? Or should I call you.... uhm... let's say... smart-ass?" Ivanka asked as she looked at the girl with he straight in the eye. Ivanka didn't see her in the masquerade. And from the looks of it, it looked like they didn't handle her properly enough. Ivanka threw the knife towards the girl at a great speed. Now she was going to wait if her little smart-ass girl would react to the fast knife approaching. It looks that she didn't know a thing or two from the real world. But you never know.
You should never judge a book by it's cover.
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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"We often look back at the closed door, we forget to look at the opened one..."
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on May 22, 2010 23:04:39 GMT -5
Seraphine was immediately alert from the knives that were shown on her companion's leg. If she needed that much knives, then this woman must've been built for kill. Seraphine observed they way on how she handled the knives. So graceful on her fingers and so quick and lean. Not a single scratch or pierce hit her. Her companion made sly little joke towards her. Suicide? Just because she was a noble woman doesn't mean that the last resort would be death. Little foolish. A smile graced her lips and her eyes narrowed. observing her companion, she realized that her eyes were a dark red. "I just need to cut this gown. It's really hard to move around in this." Seraphine explained.
It was true. It was really hard to be in a cell with a gown. If she could just cut it to a length good enough for her to move, then that wouldn't be such a problem.
The girl asked for her name. And she gave her an unproper name!! Smart-ass?! SMART-ASS!?! And a few seconds later, the knife was thrown towards her. She mumbled a few words really quick and faced her hand towards the knife. A faint, dark purple glow appeared lining her hand. As it approached her hand, the knife slowly stopped and started to be afloat in her hand. It's been a little while ever since she used her magic. "My name is Seraphine Grimaldi." Seraphine made her formal introduction. As the knife levitated on her hand, she watched on her companions reaction.
"And what might your name be, Assassin?"
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Post by Ivanka von Kraginskaya on May 23, 2010 6:50:46 GMT -5
Ivanka noticed that the girl mumbled a few words and quickly placed a hand right in front of the fast approaching knife. Was she crazy? Before Ivanka could speak, a faint purple glow lined the girls hand and the knife just stopped right in front of her palm as if she was now controlling it. Ivanka felt a spark tingle with her hand. Ivanka knew very little about magic and didn't even wield it. However, from the mana she was feeling from the girl, it was unmistakable what she was wielding. Ivanka's eyes widened.
She had never met a Necromantic Magician before.
This girl knew how to use wield dark magic. Ivanka was quite surprised.At such a young age, she knew how to control the magic. Ivanka studied her a little more. Her voice was calm when she spoke and Ivanka couldn't get a sense of nervousness from her. Maybe they can make a good team to get out of this place. If the girl was willing to partner up with her of course. Now she had spoken her name. Seraphine Grimaldi; it would sound French and a hint of Monegasque. No wonder why she seemed to be rich. Just from the name, it already started to sound as if she was royalty and-
Seraphine had called her assassin.
"You are good. The name's von Kraginskaya; Ivanka von Kraginskaya. If you need anyone dead, call me instead! Ivanka made a quick rhyme to go with her introduction. NOw they both knew each others name, they should find a way to get out. Standing on both legs, she took a little glance or each area in the dungeon. Dead bodies around with skulls and bone particles here and there. Little light was only shown from the neighboring lamps that were already dim lighted as it is. She took a nice long look at the bars that were caging them both. Shaking them a little, she wanted to see if any of their neighbors might be willing to help with the escape. The bars were hard and tough. That's a little odd for a very ancient dungeon cell. The least the red-bitch could do was clean it up a little.
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on May 27, 2010 7:22:46 GMT -5
Ivanka von Kraginskaya.
It sounded Russian to her ears. Plus the cheesy rhyme to her status had now confirmed she was an assassin. The knife landed on the palm of her hand now and she grasped it. She started to cut the gown so that she may move a little more freely. Seraphine imagined what her maids reaction would be once she got home looking all messy and dirtied. Ivanka stood up and looked around the cell. Seraphine just concentrated on cutting the layers of cloth. She was almost done, cutting it a little above her knee. Once she was done, she stood up to see the length if it was alright. Besides, she had white, and now torn and dirtied stockings underneath.
She stood up and looked around. Apparently the bars there seemed to be in tip top shape and has very little sign of rusting. Aside from the fact that there were dead bodies around, the place really stunk. Seraphine made sure she was going to go and take a long bath when she gets back. If ever they do get out. Taking a look around the area where the bodies seemed to be stacked up on one another. She had a plan in mind.
"Hey Ivanka. Let's make a pact here! I can help you out of here, but I need your cooperation." Seraphine offered up on her. All she needed now was a positive answer.
--- Short reply!
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