[2015/10/17 13:24] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Crouched low next to the stone face. She'd been watching her mark for the a day and a half. Noting that she made trips to the infirmary here and there. Deciding it would be best to catch her between the trips in the wilds, where they would face as little interruption as possible. Watching and waiting, Sylvas had an arrow knocked and ready, but she hadn't pulled it taught. That was until she saw her target. Keeping the bow low, Sylvas pulled the string taught and focused in on her target. Frost began to fall from the tip of the arrow as ice slowly came to wrap around it, forming another arrow head made of ice.
[2015/10/17 13:29] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland): /me hadn't any idea she was being watched. Nor more that she'd been trailed and watched for some days. Blame it on preoccupation, or blame it on her own sense of indestructibility, but Cedar simply wasn't being the most observant. Like now. Now, as she walked, she wore the look of one buried within their own head. Clearly the fae was thinking over something she found to be important, for she rarely even looked to the path for her steps. Her steps, Sylvas might have realised over the course of her watching the fae these few days, were ones soundless in every way, as if the fae herself were a spectre of some sort. And today would be no different, walking, silent, filled in thought, she moved towards the infirmary without any inkling an arrow was being trained her way.
[2015/10/17 13:36] Sylvas Lestra rolls R7 (IoV:#d72e#): 19 - Shadows
[2015/10/17 13:36] Little Tree rolls R0 (IoV:#8e87#): 19 - shadows
[2015/10/17 13:41] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Brought the bow up as she got to a stand. Pulling the bow string all the way back, Sylvas took a deep breath in and held the bow steady. The voice inside her head piped in, reminder her she wasn't to kill her target. She had to maim her and keep her alive for at least the moment. With a sharp exhale, the arrow was let loose. Her target was to embed the arrow in the Girl's thigh. Upon its landing, wherever it may the ice on the arrow would spread outward and downwards. Freezing around the legs and attaching them firmly to the ground.
[2015/10/17 13:53] /me Well, this was interesting. She'd been buried within her thoughts, deep and depressive as they were, filled with worry and concern, only to be jarred out by the sting of a wound. Cedar looked down, in time to realise there was also magic at play, her voice hissing both in pain and indignation as her gaze moved from wounded thigh to icey shackles. Scowling, the fae trailed fingers gingerly about the arrow that pierced through her flesh, then lifted then, bright and sharp edged with anger as she looked around. "Words are sae much more effective, aye?" she lilted to the forest with heavy sarcasm. Then gripped the arrow like one practiced - for the fae certainly was, both in terms of ranged hunting and for healing - and removed it from her thigh with a low voiced, gaelic curse.
[2015/10/17 13:58] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Pulled another arrow from her quiver and knocked it along the bow. Pulling it just taught enough that she could fire it quickly should the target prove to be an issue. Stepping out of the dark and towards the girl. A smirk on her face as she watched her remove the arrow. " Oi! Point yer fingers to the sky or I'm gonna have to put another hole in ya. An don't try anythin Funny or I mihgt juss let this arrow loose while I laugh." Hopping off the edge, Sylvas's bow remained steady. Leaving nothing to chance. Approaching the girl and giving her a light look over, trying to see if she had knives or anything else that might be used to wound the small Fey'ri.
[2015/10/17 14:03] /me Not today. Not that could be seen. Today Cedar roamed the isle careless and carefree as any dumb peasant maiden. She was not without her own defenses however nor other ways she could attack, and when she was told to raise her hands a smile came grim and vaguely amused to Cedar's face - someone seemed to know some things about her. Of course, Cedar obeyed this order, letting the arrow she'd removed fall to the ground as she raised both her hands. She grinned more however, and then shook her head, her gaze darting to some place behind the teifling as if she looked to someone else. "Nay, dint be worrit, Grigory. No need ta be tearin' yon tieflin's face off ... yet." Whatever she spoke to, if Sylvas looked, nothing was there to be seen. Unless of course the girl could see among the spirits, then she'd see a spectre who looked rather displeased. Having thus spoken to her ghostly friend, Cedar brought her attention back to Sylvas. "I've no' coin upon me person, lass. Neither any food, forbye. Yer
[2015/10/17 14:03] /me wastin' yer time."
[2015/10/17 14:10] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Kept the arrow trained, not that the girl could move far from the ice beneath her. Reaching Low, Sylvas pulled a small blade from her pocket and stepped closer. " Oh, Aye. Well no bonus I suppose." Slinging the bow and returning the arrow to its home in her quiver. Sylvas Pulled from her side a length of rope. Moving behind, She made double sure there were no weapons on the girl, now that she was closer. " Alrigh. Bringem back." Reaching up and pulling one hand down, then the other. Sylvas wasn't rough, but her movements made it certain she wasn't joking around. " I Ain't gonna hurt ya no more than I have ta. So ya start slappin me, instead of tyin yer hands, I'm gonna stick an arrow through'm and keep'm outta trouble that way."
[2015/10/17 14:15] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland): /me tilted her head, one ear slipped through the hair twitching and perking a little as her hand was reached for. Cedar didn't exactly struggle but neither did she make it easy, simply pulling her strength in the opposite direction so that it'd have been a trial for the tiefling. "Wha'e'er wuid ye be wantin' ta do wi' me?" she lilted, sounding genuinely puzzled. "I've no one wi' any real worth in money were ye thinkin' o' ransom." Well. That was true enough. Cedar herself had more than 80 gold (not on her), but Cailean and Merialeth or her brother Batman? Not anywhere close. Not so far as Cedar knew of at any rate. "I'm no' verra keen on bein' abducted, lassie. So's I suggest ye tell't up wha' this be abou'. Afore I hae my wee friend Grigory cause some trouble since ye be sae intent tha' I dinna."
[2015/10/17 14:24] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Rolled her tongue in her mouth. Letting out a small chuckle at the idea of some one helping her. " I was told you were a bit more bright than that." Sylvas went about tying the Fae's hands. being sure to make sure it wasn't plam to palm, but instead the tops of her hands pressed against each other. being sure ti wrapin a small bit of the rope around the fingers. Making a sort of rope glove around them. " Yer friend grigory aroun then?" Pulling the rope taught and being done with it. " I have a frien' who wants to be talkin with ya. Made sure to tell me not ta hurt yeh unless I had to. So I'm assumin they're sincere in not hurtin ya." Once Cedar was secure, Sylvas pulled something else from her belt, making certain to leave it unseen. " This parts gonna sting a twinge, but I figure after ya pulled an arrow outta yer leg, this'll be nothin. Bringing the blade up, Sylvas would attempt to knick Cedar's upper arm. Should she succeed. A vial would be held up to collect the blood. " People makin weird requests
[2015/10/17 14:24] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): an tha like."
[2015/10/17 14:34] /me Truth be told, it'd hurt Cedar quite a bit to remove that arrow. It hurt /anyone/ to do such things. But she'd grit her teeth to bare it, not a stranger to the act at all from either end and not willing to do more than grimace, scowl, and sweat a little for the one who'd thought to trap her. All the same, she hissed for the sudden nicking of her skin with the blade. There was no chance about it - Cedar couldn't see the thing, hadn't been at all aware, and had wrists(? or hands?) bound with feet and legs trapped in ice so she couldn't exactly pull away. "Tha's a verra dirty move, takin' another's blood lass. D'ye value yer life a'tall, aye? Ye'll spill it ta tha floor now lest ye wan' tha' I shuid place a target upon yer soul." The fae sounded incredibly serious in what she spoke and there was a queer growl reverberating beneath her words. But, that couldn't be right? She was clearly no garou nor was she human enough to be therian of any sort. Fae - they were weird, yea? Her head had turned
[2015/10/17 14:34] /me however to try to glower at the tiefling over her shoulder and she added like an afterthought, "Ye mean ye canna see 'im?" And then smiled.
[2015/10/17 14:44] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Shook her head slowly. " Neh. I can't see'm. But I'm Glad you let me know He's aroun. The invisible like, Or juss sneaky then." Sylvas filled the vial. It wasn't much more than six ounces. Sealing the container and returning it to her blet, Sylvas clucked her tongue. " Aye, well. If it means anythin to ya, I think they want it to drink. So who knows, yea? Anywho. Curse me or Don't I'm doin a job for money. Now, Let me make this clear. Ya have yer friend try anything. I'll gut ya. An I ain't tryin to scare ya. I'll gut ya throat, I ain't go anythin other than money in this. " Looking down. Sylvas tapped the ice on the ground with her boot. The soft sound of ice cracking announced the release of the trap. " Now I'm gonna carry ya. Start kickin or screamin and I'll take both away. An no one wants ta have to cut a tongue out."
[2015/10/17 14:52] /me So ... it was get gutted, lose a tongue, or die for trying if she fought back. That was the idea was it? And someone wanted to drink her blood? Cedar actually doubted that very much. If she was being drug along somewhere, anyone who fed like that would much prefer it from the source, not a vial. Which meant there was only a purpose for her blood that was absolutely no good. And she wasn't having it. Neither was she telling this tiefling anything else that she didn't already know. So for Sylvas's questions about Grigory the fae gave a dark smile and said only, "Wuidn't ye like ta know." Looking away from the tiefling, Cedar paid little attention to the fact she was about to be carried. That was just as well for she wasn't likely to aid the woman at all by walking along willy nilly to a place she did not wish to be. She looked back towards Grigory however, giving a small shake of her head. Then, she gestured over her shoulder faintly with a tilt of head and lift of chin - typical body language
[2015/10/17 14:52] /me bidding another to follow.
[2015/10/17 14:58] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Rolled her tongue again. " Oh yeh aren't as bright as I was told then, Huh." Moving back around and attempting to pick the girl up over her shoulder. Sylvas wasn't very strong so she'd duck a little and sort of scoop Cedar onto her shoulder. " Ya oughta be choosin yer words a little better. Ya asked me Iffin I couldn't see him. Now, Lady. If he was hiddin, Ya wouldn' have asked that. An iffin he wasn't here, ya wouldn't have said that. Which tells me, he's the invisible sort. But I figure yer not stupid. An despite bein against abduction, ya prefer it over bein a corpse." Knife still in hand, Sylvas made towards the under dark. " Just a piece of advice when yer talkin with whoever is gonna talk to ya."
[2015/10/17 15:01] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland): /me snorted, then grimaced because being thrown over another's shoulder was never a very comfortable thing -- especially when injured and bound. That was fine though, she'd gladly bleed all over the tiefling, maybe she could ruin some clothing along the way, eh? She also wasn't baited into saying anything else. Either about Grigory nor her manner of word games and speaking or who they were going to. It was just her job at this point to be a sack of potatoes right? So a sack of potatoes, Cedar became, limp and heavy and lumpy on that shoulder - and bleeding freely from her leg.
[2015/10/17 15:05] Ａｕｒｙｋｅｒ (franzosischfry): is online.
[2015/10/17 15:06] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Moved into the under dark with the girl over her shoulder. It was quite a sight to see such a small thing carrying another person. The blood from Cedar's leg was dripping down her leg and onto Sylvas's arm and hand. Most of the inhabitants of the under knew who she was and who she worked for, as such she was left alone. Her silver blue eyes scanned the two standing off to the side, her stare made no mistake that she would not be happy about interruptions. "Not far then. But ya may have tah wait a bit to talk to whoever. an I gotta fix yer leg too I suppose. Can't have ya bleedin out."
[2015/10/17 15:10] Silver (malice.rainfall): /me The corner of her lips curled into a faint smirk at him as he asked about the sage, and she shrugged a shoulder "Mighta been.." she answered, and kept a hand protectively by her pocket as his arm draped around her..He -was- her brother, he knew all the best pick pocketing strategies as well as she did, and it paid to be suspicious. The kiss to her cheek had her nose wrinkling, but she seemed particularly happy that the woman had no longer been hanging around her brother, and she wouldn't bother trying to hide her glee. She quieted as she picked up on the scent of blood, and her hand reached to take a not so gentle hold on Reece's arm.. "So what's been keeppin' yer sah busy?" ...diversion...
[2015/10/17 15:10] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland): /me was being kidnapped. This was patently clear by the manner in which she was slung over the tiefling's shoulder with hands tied fast behind her back and the glowering scowl she wore upon her face. She was also bleeding, not just the lot from her leg but down the side of one arm as well. Though ... to be honest ... the fae looked overall, kinda bored. Sure she glowered and she scowled, but she barely seemed to be paying any attention to those they wandered past. Certainly wasn't giving any beseeching or pleading looks either. Just ... looked like she was waiting. And ... scowling. And she definitely said not a word to the conversation Sylvas made - save for the very last point. "Ye wint be touchin' me a'tall again wi' yer magick. Nor do I wish fer ye ta heal me. I'll be tendin' ta meself."
[2015/10/17 15:20] Sarah Smith (kara.lutrova): /me Would have shrugged would she not have a large fae on her shoulder. " Ah well. Then ya can tend to yerself. I weren't going to do much more than cauterize it." Which, if one looked at the Fey'ri, would note that's likely what she did to all her big wounds. Given the scars scattered about her body. " Be lucky I ain't feelin frisky or this woulda been a much longer day fer ya. An a lot more fun fer me. Maybe next time, yeh?" Her tone was cheeky now, feeling safer in the darkness and cover of the haven.
[2015/10/17 15:20] Reece (lreece): Just arched a brow as the bleeding pair came down the stone stairs. He couldnt help but feel his lips twitch. It mattered little to him who either of them worked for. They were tiny, injured, and thogh he gave them a look more close to a lustfl leer, it wasnt their bodies he wanted. Depending on where they went, he might try to pick them off. He /was/ hungry after all.
With a slow blink to regain his thoughts after Silver grabbed his arm Reece's attention returned back to Silver. "Hm?" Oh, yes he'd pick pocket his sister too! And whos to say he hadnt already...."You...." Was the small simple answer to that question, but with company he didnt elaborate.
As for the kidnapped woman? Wasnt his business he didnt know her, and she wasnt offering him a Feeding a fuck or a fortune to help her, so she was on her own.
[2015/10/17 15:23] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): lol))
[2015/10/17 15:24] Reece (lreece): (
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[2015/10/17 15:25] Bridge A: whispers: (Cedar Ashland, door can be actioned only by lever ⴿ 1)
[2015/10/17 15:26] [Tia] Cage Door: whispers: (Kara Lutrova, door can be actioned only by lever ⴿ 11)
[2015/10/17 15:26] Lever Cage 11: ✘ You can action this lever only from front side
[2015/10/17 15:26] Lever Cage 11: ✘ You can action this lever only from front side
[2015/10/17 15:27] [Tia] Cage Door: whispers: (Kara Lutrova, door can be actioned only by lever ⴿ 11)
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