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Post by Erias on Jun 11, 2007 16:45:33 GMT
A figure casually strolled along the hallways of the Imperial City Guildia, a slight look of wonderment upon his face. Everything was so pretty, in these halls - little trees adorned the edges of the wide, wooden paths within the building, and everything was so silent.
But he quickly lost interest in the beauty, viewing it as just another transient incident before something happened to destroy it. The true timelessness was in death - no-one would remember something beautiful in a thousand years, but a spectacular death, that could go down in history.
Continuing his silent wander, he finally found the room he was looking for, and cast his gaze around for anyone that may be following him. Nodding happily, he opened the thick door, and entered.
Arrayed before him was a wide table of prominent Guild members, who each had a certain character trait that had marked them out. All of them were traitors.
And this brought a particular smile to Erias's face, not for the possible punishment for their discrepancies, but because it meant he got to hurt someone. But not now, not until the others arrived.
"Who the hell are you?" A single, middle-aged councillour stood, and pointed to Erias with disgust. "This is a private meeting!"
A smirk crossed the intruder's face, and he looked up at the man. "Why, I'm sure we'll get to know each other real well, once my friends arrive....."
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Post by Francis Howard on Jun 11, 2007 16:53:32 GMT
Francis strolled down the open garden his long coat blowing in the light breeze. Before he had come to this meeting Francis took all the metal plating out of his coat they were weighing him down and today he felt he would hang back and kill anyone who would try and escape.
"Good morning all." Francis said as Erias moved for the councilors to see Francis.
"Today we have a game to play........it's called show and tell."
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Saku Hinamora
Imperial
So picking my skin and my scales I see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blank stare.
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Post by Saku Hinamora on Jun 11, 2007 16:59:53 GMT
Her casual footsteps passed a series of guards, followed by a gurgling sound and a thump, from inside all they would see you be the streams of blood pouring down into the drains. Eight pints never seemed that much to her.
Following the winding passageways into the guildhall she found that the door was already open and in it was standing Francis. "Am I late?" She asked, walking around him and stepping into the hall, sadly lacking bloodshed, as of yet.
Her straight black hair was tied back in preparation, a high pony tail laying down her back, a small sweepign fringe and wisps of hair escaping around her face, covering her green eye, the sandy yellow shining out in to the guildroom.
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Post by Erias on Jun 11, 2007 17:06:52 GMT
Erias's eyes, until now trained on the now visibly terrified councillour who had addressed him upon his entrance, flicked to Saku. "No, the party's just started. Stand over here, out of the way, our dear friend Francis is just starting the games......"
He smirked evilly, and returned his eyes to the councilour long enough for the man to know he was going to die today, and it was going to be at his hands. Then his eyes snapped back to Saku, as always unable to draw his eyes from her, his devil-woman. There was no physical, no emotional connection, but he cared not for those things anyway.
No, he just loved her for her personality. Her twisted, depraved personality, so like his own. Breaking from his musing, he looked once to Francis, eager for the beginning of the Inquisitor's speech that was imminent.
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Post by Francis Howard on Jun 11, 2007 17:13:20 GMT
"My dear friends of the Imperial both you and the wise Inquisition have gone hand in hand for many years."
The Inquisitor coughed and pulled one of his flintlocks out. "During the past one hundred and something years the Imperial have gained much control of our religious politics."
The flintlock went off taking a chunk out of one of the councilors head. The room fell quiet as Francis switched flintlocks and then continued.
"So I have taken this into my own hands and thought about how I could do this." His second flintlock went off and another councilor dropped to the floor.
"And so I thought I would kill you lot and give the power back." Francis put his second flintlock back and smirked.
"Ok the game show and tell, this is Erias and Saku and they have something to show you."
Francis turned his back and grinned. "Have fun but keep one of them alive."
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Saku Hinamora
Imperial
So picking my skin and my scales I see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blank stare.
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Post by Saku Hinamora on Jun 11, 2007 17:19:32 GMT
She met Erias' gaze for a brief moment before she herself turned to look at the inquisitor, listening to what he had to say, watching as the councilers dropped to his guns. She didn't like guns, they were noisy and messy. Then again... so was her type of killing, usually.
In an instant she had drawn her wires, and they spun about her, encircling her with a shiel of deadly slashes, but they did not stay that way. With a flick of her right hand, one of the councillers was in her grasp, wires wrapped tightly around an arm, cutting through the very flesh.
As she snapped her right hand toward herself, her left flicked yet around wire around the woman she held entwined, the arm she had been fixed upon simply falling off, blood rushing to the open wound. It took a jerk of her left hand to cut straight through the spinal colum and remove her head.
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Post by Erias on Jun 11, 2007 17:25:55 GMT
The grin was vanished, at the mention of the impending slaughter coming to a head, and within an instant he was onto the table, regarding Saku's handiwork as he jumped, and smiled in pleasure, not having seen the exquisite artwork of her own, unique form of death for quite some time.
Reaching his target, he lifted the councilour from his seat, Erias still atop the table, and took great pleasure in watching the man squirm, his tight collar choking him. Still smiling the vicious, predatory grin, he reached into a pocket, and slowly pulled forth the knife hidden within.
Bringing it up in a low swing, he tore across a couple of parts very vital to the man's ego, and then let him drop to the floor, using him to cushion his jump from the table. Grabbing another, an elderly lady, by the shoulder, he slit her throat quickly, letting her fall to the ground with a spray of blood. Carrying on towards the next, another dagger fell into place in his other hand, ready and willing.
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Post by Francis Howard on Jun 11, 2007 17:29:39 GMT
Francis walked towards the heavy wooden door and started to cough violently. Blood splashed down on the concrete slabs as his cancer took another hour or two out of the man's life.
The Inquisition had posted thier own soldiers in the garden to make sure the Imperial guards did nothing except watch as the murder took place.
As Saku and Erias did what they did best Francis closed his eyes the light infront of him getting a bit closer each day. The chaplain said he only had six months max left until he would pass away.
It would be plenty of time for him to fulfil his goal.
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Saku Hinamora
Imperial
So picking my skin and my scales I see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blank stare.
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Post by Saku Hinamora on Jun 11, 2007 17:37:45 GMT
A man looked from Erias to her and decided she was likely the weakest escape point making a run towardds her to get out of the door. He did't manage a few steps before he found himself falling to his thighs.
He might have falled to his knees, should they still have been there, but they were in fact a pace behind him, lying in a pool of blood, the last muscles rippling before giving in to death. Saku drew a knife from her bag, walked over to him and stabbed him in the spine, a little of the blood spraying her as she walked on.
She wasn't smiling yet, normally she would be, but this was an ordered killing, and there were others here, should she have been alone, she might have gone and had fun, but it would be dangerous right now. Another fell to a simple kunai through the heart, strung on the end of her wire, she used in to make a spikes weapon she could spin and hurl at people.
Several recieved slashes that would allow them to bleed to death, but would not kill them on their own, a few soon recieved a knife to the throat, or her spare left hand wires found their way around their necks. Three more fell.
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Post by Erias on Jun 11, 2007 17:53:12 GMT
The careful, ordered slaughter that Saku gave out always wowed Erias, no matter how many times he saw it. He mused on this as his knifes pulled out of another chest, pushed upwards from around stomach level.
Relishing in the spray of blood, he threw the corpse aside, and looked once more to the councilour he'd emasculated across the room. Crawling towards the door with a look of determination, the man was clearly terrified. And was even more so as a haevy black boot crushed his fingers. Lifting him up again, Erias grinned into his face, and ever so slowly raised the dagger edge to his face. "Hello again, I think you know who I am by now.....I am your worst nightmare."
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Post by Francis Howard on Jun 11, 2007 17:59:23 GMT
The Inquisitor stood upright and walked towards Erias. "Drop him but don't let him go I be with you in a minute."
The Inquisitor keeled over again and this time spewed up blood. The floor outside was tarnished with the crimson liquid. Francis took a deep breath and slowly tried to regain his strength.
"Saku watch over the councilor, Erias stack the corpses in the middle of the room." Francis coughed again and the blood splashed over the floor and onto his clothing.
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Saku Hinamora
Imperial
So picking my skin and my scales I see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blank stare.
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Post by Saku Hinamora on Jun 11, 2007 18:08:04 GMT
She didn't like being ordered around but she moved over to his side, sitting on the edge of a desk, a flick of her left hand had him wrapped in wires, not tight enough to cut skin or clothing, but should he try and leave, he would find himself missing a limb or two.
Her hair was damp with bloodspray, yet mroe clothes ruined with the crimson liquid, not that it mattered. She would go and get more later. They never hesitated to give them to her at the sight of her stare, although she usually did pay.
She moved her left hand as if to brush the stray hairs from her face, hearing a cry and a moan on the floor, she realised that she was still holding him hostage and sighed, using her right instead to wipe some of the blood from her pale skin.
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Post by Erias on Jun 11, 2007 18:12:43 GMT
Dropping the councilour into Saku's deadly wire's embrace, Erias moved around the back of the table, lifting corpses into a pile atop the table, and placing limbs around them in a grisly tableau, reminiscent of flower arranging, so was the serious nature with which he went about it.
Looking over to Saku and Francis for a moment, he nodded as he realised what the Inquisitor was doing, letting one live this long. Turning away again, he went back to stacking the victims, and their assorted, unattached component articles, hands deep red with their blood.
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Post by Francis Howard on Jun 11, 2007 18:20:10 GMT
The Inquisitor walked towards the man and grabbed a wooden chair and placed it infront of the councilor so the seat itself was close to his head.
"Let me ask you something and answer truthfully or my friend here will tighten her wires and I may slam your head into the seat causing tremendous pain as the wires cut and slice into organs and such."
The Inquisitor stood up straight and paced the room. "The Imperium wants a free religion am I correct?"
The councilor did nothing except nod his head. "Good we are getting places, secondly what is to become of the brethren?"
The man said nothing and Francis shook his head. "If you would please Saku."
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Saku Hinamora
Imperial
So picking my skin and my scales I see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blank stare.
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Post by Saku Hinamora on Jun 11, 2007 18:25:07 GMT
She crossed her legs, sitting a little bored, not really listening to Francis, more watching the grotesque arrangement of limbs and bodyparts that was forming on the table, skillfully placed by Erias as though he took great pride in it.
She snapped her head back to Francis when he said her name and nodded, pulled her left hand but a little, joined by the noie of ripping fabric and a dry from the concillor. He would suffer should he not answer, and likely loose a few limbs before the end.
She was bored, tortuting didn't really fascinate her at the moment, although sometimes it was more fun, if she was in a good mood. She pulled a little more for good measure.
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