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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 20, 2019 1:53:05 GMT
 through fire and trial confess your sins The other guards came in to take the body away. The older of the two didn't react to the grisly sight while the younger flinched. He hadn't been subjected to the horrific ways that the Warden dealt with persistent Avalon pointed at Rowan, the older of the two. "I assume that he's the ringleader in this. He looks to have both experience in these matters and some battle expertise. He killed two guards in the latest attempt to capture them, but he caught them off balance if I remember what transpired correctly," she rubbed her chin, but shrugged away the thought soon after, "it's a shame that he allied himself with some worthless peons." "But beyond that," Avalon stated, giving a side glance to her Arbiter, "if you wish to demand dinner out of me, I wouldn't be opposed."
Avalon put her hat back on, hiding her face for a moment. When she lifted her head, she had an amused look on her face. "I think I wouldn't have a chance to win your heart, Arbiter Marinou. Anyone who can should consider themselves a very lucky individual," Avalon said, walking closer to the images on the table. She placed her hand on Marshall, the younger of the duo, tilting her head. There was something familiar about his features, a memory slowly drawing its way into the forefront of Avalon's mind. "I believe he's a failed Knight," it was a harsh way to put it, but Avalon had no time for sympathy. Not when one commits a crime as egregious as this, "we can always ask his family if they know of his whereabouts, use them for a trap if need be." Avalon wasn't above the means of using others. Her two Arbiters were experts at it in their different ways. It wasn't for vile purposes normally. Avalon knew that the manipulation of public was necessary to protect them. If she could recall, the Everwood family ran a woodworking business. It was a funny, little coincidence. They were decent people, if only a little reclusive. It came with the territory of being close to the forest. With a hint of red in her face, Avalon took a chance. "We could call it a date, if you'd like, my Arbiter," she jested. |
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 17, 2019 15:33:33 GMT
through fire and trial confess your sins "Do you believe that my expertise is suited for transporting witnesses?" the primary question that Avalon asked the higher ups when they requested her presence on the mission. It wasn't a confrontational gesture. Never. Avalon simply had a streak of confusion, because she knew herself above all else. She had been tasked before with securing precious witnesses but she was more of a relay than defender. Once a party had successfully brought said witness to her, she would see to their safe arrival at wherever the rendezvous point was. To be one of the primary lines of defense, Avalon had to admit that she was skeptical of her ability to succeed. Nevertheless, the Council pressed on her presence there, to which she agreed wholeheartedly.
The hotel that Mr. Duran decided to use as a meeting place wasn't unfamiliar to Avalon. When spending time with her aunt Lionelle and her grandmother, she had vague memories of the hotel. At least they took care of it, a vacant thought that went through the Warden's head. The more prevalent memory was that of the kind of customers that came. Many of them were those that indulged themselves in the night life, to every degree. Funnily enough, Avalon remembered seeing some of those faces in the Trench. They had traded hedonistic euphoria for endless groveling, begging for mercy.
The briefing mentioned the name of her subordinate for the mission, Behemoth. The term "subordinate" didn't resonate well with Avalon, since she had only heard good things about Behemoth. She had frequented the Trench to deliver prisoners, which was always a positive in Avalon's eyes. She would follow orders but she was a seasoned Knight, something that many citizens strive to be but fail in the process. Handling this by herself was always a prospect.
Long white hair that looked more as if it belonged to a doll alongside a somewhat frustrated deposition, Behemoth made herself easily known to Avalon's sight. There was no noise coming from within the hotel room, except for a light breathing that Enma picked up. Mr. Duran was alive but unconscious. He must have been resting. As Avalon trained her sight on Behemoth, she felt a small quiver on her brow. Or was Mr. Duran being too reckless and had to be tranquilized? Either conclusion were of little consequences to the Warden. When they stood in front of one another, Behemoth dwarfed Avalon. Avalon tilted her head at her sister-in-arms and offered a thin smile.
"I take it that getting him here had some minor mishaps?" |
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 17, 2019 7:06:26 GMT
through fire and trial confess your sins Avalon's devotion wasn't found in a naivety to all that Aster was. She heard the rumors; she researched them. Aster always did such a wonderful job in hiding them, but prisoners speak. There have been many that felt the brunt of Avalon's penance for bloody justice. Some of them may have been innocent in the end, but to Avalon, there was no such thing. If the Arbiter sent a person to Avalon's feet, then they must have been guilty. Their punishment must have been beyond anything that they could imagine, even in their worst nightmares. It was a Leomagne's duty to serve whoever they wished with the livelihood of the family's name at stake.
Avalon didn't follow Aster blindly, no. She knew exactly that there was a possibility that she was being manipulated. But just as Avalon's hand was intertwined with Aster's, she felt the reverse effect. Avalon's entire being was wrapped up in Aster's palm. She was Aster's weapon of death and justice. It mattered not if it was for some sanctimonious reasoning or if it was truthfully to better the Council. It was being to be wielded by such an esteemed member of society than to subjugate herself to just being another Warden. No, Avalon wanted to be the Warden that was etched into history for her efficiency without a match--Aster knew that well. Perhaps it was why she was so bold with her physical actions. It was a rare moment to be this close, to be this tender, with someone like Aster. She savored every moment.She was still captivated by the shining yellow of Aster's eyes. A feeling of ecstasy began to bubble underneath the fabric of Avalon's uniform. And then, as if life was orchestrated just for Avalon's desires, she saw Aster's face flush. The sight caused a temporary reprieve from her immersion in Aster's presence. Was she too much? The pressing thought made Avalon want to retreat, but she needed to heed her Arbiter's words. Aster was granting her a place by her side? To know secrets that no one else in the whole land of Eos would know? That revelation and the rush of endorphins that Avalon was experiencing made her eyes flutter all over.Did she see a...tail flap? Must have been a hallucination.Avalon's brain was swiftly trying to catch up and then Aster kissed her hand. A gesture that was reserved for the common folk to do to the high esteemed. It was much more personal than a soldier kneeling before their superior. It was those lovely lips touching her skin and they felt so tantalizing. The redness of Aster's face was gone. The sensual smile had returned. The sensation spread throughout Avalon's body, almost making her want to salivate. How was she so fortunate to have had such a tremendous thing happen to her? Avalon had to stabilize; she couldn't fall into her emotions. The complexity of her feelings for the Arbiter converging at once forced her mind to split apart, spreading individual thoughts all among the walls of her head. Yet, luckily, one struck to the center."My guards are wonderfully obedient and even better trained. They have grown past their fear of me and now they're working at the peak of their potential," she couldn't help but revel in how her soldiers had grown, "but any other knight? Oh, I don't think there's too many that give me a hard--"She recalled one."There was a lad by the name of Patton that seems to be trying to usurp my position," she spoke faintly, as if the thought was escaping her. She needed to rid herself of all competition. "But alongside that, I think the only other person who goes out of their way to speak to me is Arbiter Marinou." |
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 15, 2019 2:57:52 GMT
Excites?That was a word to use, Avalon loosely thought. She devoured the sandwich, if out of respect for the Arbiter. She did very properly, making sure not to leave nary a crumb for anyone to witness. When she finished, she almost choked on the sandwich as she saw Aster move forward. The air in the room shifted to a more intimate state, where Aster stared at Avalon with a certain kind of energy that she couldn't recognize. "Aster," she tried to voice her concern for the way that Aster stared at her, blessed her with words, and gave her attention that everyone would die for. She couldn't, choosing to bite her tongue at the sight of Aster's next gesture. Aster's leg went over the other, alluring Avalon's eyes to land there for a moment. She was so casual in their conversation, contrasting Avalon's rigid form. Seeing this, Avalon closed her eyes. It was but a moment until they re-opened. It was at this point that Avalon remembered something vital to everything. Before the Arbiter, a Knight should strip themselves bare. They shouldn't have to worry about trying to maintain appearance. If they're respectful, attentive, and gracious, there's nothing to be worried about. Aster took Avalon as she was, including the latent bloodlust. Avalon briefly pondered if Aster had appeared at any of the recent executions--seen Avalon's handiwork firsthand. Did it tantalize her? It must have in some capacity. Avalon's shoulders slumped, finally breaking past the social barrier that she kept up. She listened to Aster speak, her words like honey. Avalon drank them like a person dying of thirst, choosing to drown in the opportunity to indulge her ego. Avalon held back a sharp breath, one derived from the wavering lust she had for her Arbiter. She reached for her glove, taking one off. "I--" she began, "everything that I am is something for you to utilize, Aster. If you wanted me to destroy the whole world, I would by your command."Anyone hearing this conversation would certainly label Avalon an attack dog of Aster, leash and all. However, Avalon's counter to that ideology? I rather be a dog cherished and fed by the greatest of masters than a mutt in the streets, scrapping for a mere bone.Avalon interlaced her fingers with Aster's, lifting her hand to squeeze. It may have been a foolish gesture but Avalon drew closer. She brought the back of Aster's hand against her cheek, nuzzling it gently. Her face now the picture of fanatic idolization, a close cousin to subjugation. "Please grant me the chance to aid you, Aster. So I can show you just how much I'm willing to do."
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 14, 2019 3:37:33 GMT
Avalon was no sooner out her sadistic stupor when she realized that Damien had died. The first sensation she felt was Styliani's body against hers, pulling her into a tight hug. Avalon felt elation bubbling underneath the clear shock from an Arbiter of all people showing this kind of affection to the Warden. Arbiter Aster had also shown similar temperaments, but this was different. Avalon's forearm brushed against Styliani's breasts, something that Avalon was both ashamed and afraid to pay attention to.
Her face lit up as brightly as her eyes and she stammered over every word that tried to come out of her. Watching Styliani's mocking performance didn't exactly register on Avalon's mind. Instead, she just had to process the physical touch that they shared. Her innate instincts and memory patterns were pushed into an overdrive. She now had engraved memories of everything that Styliani was.
Avalon blinked her eyes for a moment, physically accepting what just happened. She had to shake her head to snap back to reality fully. First, she had to suppress some intense feelings. In a way, she had to mirror Styliani, but for vastly different reasons. When she did, Avalon fell back into her usual, professional aura, standing at attention with her arms tucked behind her back. She offered a glance to the corpse in the corner. "Indeed, Arbiter, I'll have some of my best men to get on the matter."
She tapped on her lower lip, "I believe that I've seen this man before. He's a lowly thief that managed to get away before I was brought on as the Warden. A simple failure by lesser guardsmen, I'm afraid," Avalon continued to recall the memory with minor expressions of agitation.
"Damien Lancaster," she said the name written on the report. "I believe the others were a Rowan Cline and a Marshall Everwood that was also involved in the failed apprehension. I would believe that if we asked some of the people near their dwellings, we could find them before the night is over."
A smile crept onto Avalon's face, one drenched in the desire for blood and obscene justice.
"There are not only assailants who acted upon your life, my Arbiter," Avalon's grin widened, "they're also traitors and cowards. That's so many offenses that I have no choice but to drag them here for some more fun!"
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 3, 2019 4:16:19 GMT
Normally, Avalon's face would be as red as her eyes upon seeing Arbiter Marinou's reaction. Avalon couldn't really tell if she was enamored with her presence for violence or finding other pleasures from viewing the brutality. Nevertheless, there was something that could override the obsessive traits that Avalon had. It was her need to chase after justice and deliver it upon the wretched. The Trench was her world, one where she made the rules without anyone interfering. She didn't care of the words spread around by anyone who came to visit. Prisoners screamed for Avalon's arrest for her crimes against humanity. Many had a point until they looked at the records provided by the Council. Those who suffered Avalon's wrath desired every moment of it. Every roar of pain ripped from the lungs of the wicked had a reason behind it.
Even amidst the blood spilling against the walls, replacing stains that had long since dried, Avalon knew the purpose. Some would call Styliani's actions simply vengeful, if not abhorrent. Avalon would call them just. Watching Styliani brand Damien in the exact way she described filled Avalon with a latent joy, but she didn't express with a smile. She watched diligently, lowering the brim of her hat to shroud her eyes. Damien was screaming all the while, the classic harmony that the Warden had grown so used to. If the source was someone so unique, she would find it boring. Really, Damien should silence himself; it was disrespectful to Styliani's handiwork. The Arbiter seemed pleased with her efforts, but that all changed.
And so did Avalon's neutrality.
The ends of her mouth began to tug slightly as the first kick caught Damien straight in the windpipe. The sound of the throat being cut from its usual actions was something to behold. Hearing how Damien tried to force air back in, despite the strength of Styliani's kick rendering any efforts futile. Styliani roared in berserk anger, orchestrated by her appreciation for Avalon and the scenario at hand.
My Warden. Avalon's mouth was now a smile, a tiny one. A hint of red lingered in the shadow cast by her hat. Damien was barely hanging on, but his body was well beyond its limits. His mind had to follow. Avalon took note of the convulsions, the way that his trousers changed in color, and the tears escaping to the floor. It took Styliani nearly shoving her arm through the other side of his body for him to finally confess about a co-conspirator. Avalon tilted her head, temporarily saddened by the fact that she couldn't watch the lovely Arbiter quite literally tear the secrets out of the prisoner.
Avalon lifted her hat, allowing both Styliani and Damien to see the smile that had progressed in madness. She let out a cackle while she pressed her foot onto Damien's chest. His eyes were now flooding with grief. His mind had finally came to the conclusion that his blunder led not only to his capture but to his current situation. He was once a man, but now he was a toy. He was one that was winded up and he spoke the words that the two Council members needed to hear.
"I'll search the archives. Perhaps this Rowan was arrested once in the past. Criminal filth tend to slip up more than once," Avalon explained as she straddled Damien. Her full weight kept his arms against the ground, despite the fact that he tried to break them to get a chance to escape.
"You can't be serious," he was barely able to speak from the physical and mental trauma he had suffered. Avalon didn't hear words; she heard mewling. She didn't hear a reluctant plea for a final mercy; she saw a chance to keep his mouth open. Avalon clenched Damien's cheek before she began to methodically insert his hand into his mouth.
Finger by finger, knuckle by knuckle, she crammed it down his mouth. He gagged, forcing biology to mix in his misery--both kinds of tears merging into a solitary river. He sharply coughed, slowly unsure of what his body could do. Avalon stood over Damien, unhinged in her hysterics. Her laughter bounced off the walls as she began to press her full body weight onto the hand, forcing it down his throat. Damien tried to scream past his own flesh. Sadly, it couldn't reach the volume of Avalon's laughter, mostly in part to the fact that his airway wasn't open enough anymore.
"What's the problem?" Avalon started, "some animals eat themselves to survive. This has to be a fantastic meal for you! A feast for a pig! A hors d'oeuvre for the guilty!"
"You."
Stomp.
"Should."
Stomp.
"Feel."
Stomp.
"Lucky!"
Many doctors state that asphyxiation is one of the worst ways to perish. Damien learned this fact over the span of several minutes until his body gave up. A few final convulsions came before his body went entirely limp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Avalon sighed, seeing that the hand was mostly in minus the end piece of the bone sticking out. As she stared at it, it did manage to get a giggle out of her. Not before long, she turned to Styliani with a shrug.
"Oh well" was all she could offer.
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 3, 2019 1:47:30 GMT
Avalon's eyes must have been miniature stars at this point with the way that Aster was speaking to her. Compliments, jokes, and a generally jovial air to everything. It wasn't exactly commonplace, though. Aster was a considerate woman, a patron saint to those with a similar mindset as Avalon. Avalon heard the nasty rumors trailing behind Aster's march to a better future. If she had the chance, she'd lock the naysayers up and hang them by their entrails. "No, you're not silly for asking at all. If anything," Avalon paused, nudging her fingertips together under the table, "no one has ever asked me about the position. Most people just avoid me, if I can be candid for a moment."The Trench was lonely. The guards there knew Avalon but only as the Warden. The prisoners either cursed her name or ran from her general presence. The only shocking visitation came in the form of the fools trying to break people out and die trying. Avalon hoped that one day her presence wouldn't make her allies nervous. Admitting that she was a woman that carried hostility as her weapon was the first step to realizing what impact she had among others. Fundamentally, she was the strongest force there, leading many that were well above her in years. An achievement she often forgot was that she was one of the youngest to ever be promoted to such a position. It's something that her father and compatriots remind her of in times of doubt. Yet, here, in the room before one of the strongest members of the Council, the accomplishment seemed minute. Avalon's eyes dropped to a tile on the floor, avoiding Aster's luminous eyes for just a moment. "Our positions are important but I cannot imagine being where you are. I'll take a lifetime of the Trench over being a public figure," a nervous truth spoken through murmurs, but all came before her vocalization of shock. Crimson eyes widened at the highest compliment she had received possibly ever. Admire me?!
If it wasn't a total embarrassment to do so, Avalon would have fallen over with foam oozing out her mouth. She was barely coherent to take in Aster's transition. Aster's magical way of speaking worked wonders on the fanatic Warden. Avalon shook away the flustered energy and turned back to the obedient soldier she was. "As far as the world's edge, Ms. Aster! Any request given by an Arbiter is one to be taken with the utmost importance," Avalon placed her hand over her heart, "I'd be honored to risk my life, soul, my very existence if you called on it."Then, Avalon's mind caught something amiss. "But, erh, a personal matter, Ms. Aster?"
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 1, 2019 23:05:05 GMT
Dear Yvel R. Alder ,
How lovely of you to send me a letter, Madam Alder. I'm sure you'd be pleased to know that I was awestruck when I saw your name come across my desk. Thank you for your congratulations. It has been a long time coming and a lot of hard work to get to where I am now. Nevertheless, I hope to excel as the new keeper of the prisoners and maintain the excellence regarded to the Trench.
In the cases of certain criminals, such as those of that horrid Grimm Troupe, I would see them strung up before anything else. The due process is a wondrous thing that keeps just citizens safe, but the Grimm Troupe exceeds that mercy. It's interesting that you bring that up, Madam Alder.
I'd certainly treasure the opportunity to speak with you in the future.
Sincerely,
Avalon vi Leomagne
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 1, 2019 4:19:59 GMT
BehemothI think starting off with an IC thread to set the groundwork always leads to a more natural relationship. I'm down for the long term plotting, so I think the idea of them having to protect a key witness would be cool for them. They're more of the brutal types, so it would be a nice juxtaposition for them. In addition to that, it would be themed under their first meeting, where they have only heard things about one another until the initial meeting. It'd give us something to develop on both sides of the IC and a bit of the OOC. I can start the thread if you'd like. |
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 1, 2019 4:15:57 GMT
Dear Yvel Roschwels Alder,
I believe that the rhythm would be more natural for Yvel to start off the exchange if you do not mind starting the thread.
I am gracious for the start of a beautiful and intriguing relationship.
With love,
Avalon vi Leomagne
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 1, 2019 4:11:53 GMT
The Warden struggled to keep her composure as she was given the opportunity to call an esteemed Arbiter by her first name. To have those gorgeous yellow eyes look at her with such cordial energy behind them made Avalon feel not herself. There wasn't a shred of the domineering aura coming off Aster either. This was a lax meeting, one had between associates, not superior and subordinate. For it to happen with Avalon as a participant wasn't something she had fathomed...not one bit. Sure, she heard rumors that the Arbiters held her in high regard but Avalon knew not to dwell on speculation. Yet, the rumors were true.
"An honor for you--" Avalon stammered over her words, unable to speak them right, "no, no, by all means, I'm gracious that you called me to--"
This time, her stopping point came at Aster's food of choice. Underneath the frantic energy, there was a shred of disappointment. Avalon hated turkey. If a bird needed to be slain for consumption, it would be a chicken or a duck. Turkey was something her father enjoyed a bit too much; Avalon was subjected to eating it daily during some weeks. Nevertheless, Aster had apologized, amazingly, for her shortsightedness. Avalon sat down, giggling like a rookie knight at the direct praise. Her posture was rigid, something heavily instructed through her childhood and younger years as a Knight.
"It might be a little odd to say but that's where I've always wanted to work, Arbiter," she pursed her lips quickly, "I mean, Ms. Aster, Aster! Forgive me."
Avalon very audibly cleared her throat.
"What I meant to say was that it isn't that exhausting if you've prepared your whole life for the position. You come to find a sort of beauty, if I'm being honest, in the place. It's a direct sight of where the scum of the world goes to be dealt with," Avalon clenched her gloved fist, "if I could show everyone, then they can rest assured that the criminals captured will never be a threat again."
The Warden took hold of the sandwich and took a wholesome bite. She tasted the sauce before anything, which helped her swallow the food after a few bites. She only suffered the texture of the meat for a few seconds thankfully. Wiping her mouth off, Avalon shifted in her seat, letting her be comfortable.
"I assure you that your work is a lot more stressful than tending to the filth."
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on May 1, 2019 3:27:53 GMT
 Avalon couldn't possibly dream of being someone worthy of Arbiter Marinou's affections. She did her best to hide the blush dawning on her face. Luckily, the lighting fixture and the shadow cast by her hat did their part in aiding her. She had a job to do, no point in fraternizing with the concept of romancing such an esteemed lady. Styliani made her move forward. In the infancy of her promotion, Avalon only heard words of how Styliani operated in these scenarios. Each of the Arbiters had their way of dealing with enemies, both dipped in a sinister, maternal tone. One day, Avalon might mirror such a thing, but now she allowed her natural instincts to push her actions. Her aunt would be proud of her efforts here.
Styliani's praise was more than enough, though. The damage done to the prisoner was more than Avalon could handle, but she found a way to withhold any vocalization of excitement. Blood dripped from an open wound, the product of Styliani's strength breaking the skin and possibly bone. Under direction, Avalon made her way over to the other side of the resilient prisoner and grabbed the back of his seat. He looked up at Avalon, the fire of rebellion still flaring brighter than the sun.
"Are you going to listen to your master?" he sneered, "be an obedient hound?"
Avalon's eyes widened, much to the delight of Damien. "Yeah, that's right," he continued, "all you are just a tool of the Arbiters, one that can laugh it off, but I see right through you."
"Who says I was going to follow her orders?" Avalon replied abruptly, stopping any attempt at a monologue from the man. Instead, all of that was cut short with a feat of strength. Lifting Damien by the throat, Avalon sent him into the hard, unforgiving ground, shattering the chair upon impact. "I don't like her being merciful to scum like you."
Damien couldn't begin to collect any thoughts, let alone any sharp quips. Avalon made sure to halt any of that with the swift removal of his intact hand. She placed her blade back into its home before Damien could fully register the action. All he knew was that his hand was on the other side of the room and blood began to well at the nub. Avalon turned him onto his stomach while the pain began to come to his senses. A bloodcurdling scream ripped out of Damien's vocal cords, giving any nearby the exact picture of what was transpiring.
Avalon ripped open the back of his shirt, spotting the many tattoos there. He was affiliated with a small time gang located in Hargeon. There was no plausible reason for them to attack an Arbiter unless finance was involved. The question that came to Avalon's mind must have already been one that Arbiter Marinou thought of. There must have been some outside play that would bring a group of people to act outside their nature.
The Warden clicked her tongue and retrieved Damien's dearly departed hand.
"I believe in progressive punishments. Each time a criminal does something, I add another level of severity to their punishment. Right now, you're being truly dishonest and uncooperative. That's clear insubordination," Avalon has to use that word more than she likes. She produced a small booklet from her coat pocket and squatted next to the prisoner.
He wasn't crying yet, Avalon saw. In response, she smiled gently, almost impressed at his gutsy performance. "In this book alone, I've come up with 500 different ways to punish someone. There is a section dedicated strictly to interrogations, categorized by what crime they committed. Ergo, I know what exact act I will do next to you."
"There's a lot that can be healed, Damien," she said, standing up, "but there are some wounds that doctors do not enjoy healing."
Styliani Marinou
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Apr 24, 2019 17:34:37 GMT
Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Apr 24, 2019 17:34:37 GMT
Avalon couldn't have asked for a better introduction. Her methodical steps allowed for the sound of her boots to resonate throughout the dilapidated interrogation room. Earnestly, there were betters rooms, ones that were lavish and outfitted with fresh new chains and bonds. Nevertheless, the Warden never shied away from the effects that the older, messier rooms had, especially the acoustics. She remained silent, letting for each increase in volume to settle on the terrorist. As taught by her old superior, the former Warden, Avalon knew that an interrogation started before words were spoken. Presence had a heavy bearing on a subject's will. Styliani had the ability to be absolutely terrifying, given her rank and power, but there was a charm to allowing the monster that haunted the Trench to handle this part of the job. Amidst the shadows cast upon her young features, only red optics made themselves visible to the prisoner. A bead of sweat trickled down his face as Avalon settled into the room. To his credit, he remained steadfast, averting his eyes not out of fear but defiance. He wasn't going to be persuaded by just dainty words and Avalon's inevitable arrival. He didn't emit any words or noise, keeping to his silence as Avalon reached into her coat pocket. In there were a pair of dark red gloves, which she put on just as methodically as her entrance. Still, there were no words spared between anyone in the room. The sound of the leather stretching and her fist clenching greeted the prisoner as the foreboding statement it was meant to be. Avalon walked over and squatted down next to the prisoner. She investigated her wounds, seeing that the guards did some personal damage to the man. He did attack an Arbiter, which in this time, were one of the most beloved people in the world. It brought some joy to Avalon's heart but not a smile to her face. It was expected for the man to come in with wounds aplenty. Avalon looked down at his hand, seeing it clenched with the frustration at his situation. She took his hand into hers, uncoiling a finger. She hesitated as she analyzed the hand that tried to attack an Arbiter. They were no injuries on it shockingly. It was a simple technique developed from basic anatomical research. Take the metacarpophalangeal in between the middle and ring fingers. The prisoner had a curious expression come across his face. Place the thumb under the fingertip. Apply to torque with the thumb while putting weight around MCP. With Avalon's strength, it was easy to break and the effect was astounding. The prisoner didn't let out a scream. He bit his lip hard enough to bite through it. He didn't show weakness, instead, he gave Avalon a sign of his resolve. For a lowlife like him, it could have been considered admirable. Yet, for his crimes and his existence, Avalon found it disgusting. She stood up while the prisoner had to bear the pain of a separated bone. She sneered, "don't try to steal honor after you've attempted on someone's life. It's infuriating." "You have two more chances to give us the locations of your allies. It's your only way out of this situation," Avalon explained briskly while stepping to Arbiter Styliani's side, "you do best to answer our merciful Arbiter. She could have done far worse than I in a mere second."
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GENDER
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Etherium Council
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Warden
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Apr 23, 2019 1:22:29 GMT
Styliani Marinou
This is all gucci. Now what's next?
Time to start a thread and get to work.
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GENDER
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Etherium Council
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Warden
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Post by Avalon vi Leomagne on Apr 22, 2019 0:19:40 GMT
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Name: The Leomagne Clan[break][break]
Description: The Leomagne Clan do not claim to be a noble house, due to their desire to be within the shadows. Supposedly, the mysterious family has been labeled as criminals, hitmen, shinobi, samurai, and many other job titles, but primarily they’re known for their affinity for the unknown. Throughout their history in Eos, the Leomagne family aided in the discovery in the research of the spirits linger on in the world. As the leading experts, they were called in to do many jobs regarding the entities. Overtime, their role in Eos changed. Now, they stand as both defenders of the nation, but that’s only the public image. They are a mysterious family of people who will do any job that a mercenary have nightmares about. Never chase the Leomagne, you’ll only get caught in their web and die hungry for the truth. [break][break]
Past: X361 - X375: The Leomagne Clan were linked as supporters of Gwenael Luve, though only to a certain extent. No one is quite sure of how much they were involved in the development of the Academy of Eos that she was building, yet signs say that they must have kept some distance. The Leomagne Clan, in one of their rare stints of publicity, stated that they had cut all ties with the researcher prior to her execution. Rumors developed soon after, going as far as to say that they manipulated circumstances to advance their goals. After her execution, the family went back into complete secrecy, leaving the only speculation to fill in the blanks. [break][break]
X371-445: The Leomagne Clan were in direct adversity to the Public Safety Clause. Yet, none of the family members were persecuted, instead, they continued their research in the depths of their manors and regions. Nevertheless, they didn’t participate in the earlier stirrings of the Eos Revolution, merely submitting any research to appropriate channels in order to retain a clean image. To even further cement their allegiance, in X440, they proved themselves loyal to the nation when the oldest son of the Clan came forward. [break][break]
Sarras vi Leomagne III became a soldier against the rebellion, enforcing the Border Security Act with a violent temperament. When the rebellion and the kingdom came to blows, Sarras unleashed a mad attack with the full-blown power of the Leomagne Clan’s research. Upon the creation of the Etherium Council in X444, Sarras was given the role of Captain Commander, due to his expertise both with unrecognizable magic and a tactical knowledge towards the battlefield. [break][break]
Unfortunately, Sarras would meet his end upon an assassination by the straggling remains of Jeremiah Grimm’s forces in X448. His status as a competent and loyal member of the Council opened the doors for many other members of the Leomagne Clan to join the Council with high expectations. Due to the duality of their clan’s nature. The clan became split into the legitimate side that go into the Council while the other side operates in the shadows.
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Present: X540: The Leomagne Clan holds a foothold in both the Council and the underground workings of Eos. Most notably, Lucius vi Leomagne was an Arbiter of high esteem, who ushered in a generation of soldiers with his children. Avalon vi Leomagne, his oldest daughter, is the current Warden of the Trench while his youngest son, Lance, has recently joined the ranks as a Knight. Yet, there’s a stain on the family’s name on that front. [break][break]
If one wishes to view the entire family historia, click here. [break][break]
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