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Dramatic plot revealing speech!
"We ARE going to let him go! Sheesh, you people are just won't listen!" Charlie grabbed Gao by his jacket and started to drag him back to the cage. When he looked at the cages he saw Ris fidgeting with the ground. "Hey! Quit that!" In a fit of frustration he threw Gao at Ris, slamming him into the hard metal bars and hitting her on the outstretched arms. The bars vibrated from the impact and sung a low note, they remained undamaged though. "It's pointless, these are Jarad's works. They don't break, they don't wear, and they can't be sabotaged. Believe me, I've tried. Any master locksmith would throw down his tools and start crying upon seeing this kind of work."
Algon stared at Drake and Bethy. "Fine... The less people know the more predictable they are. For year's I've lived by that wisdom and it has brought me all this. I've never been a gambling man, for the things left up to fate are always ruined. Anthos killing Ander's sister, my sway over Ander lost. You killing your sister, one of my most promising followers lost. And you!" He glared at Drake with a fury in his eyes only seen in those of dragon slayers and their dragon kin. "You killing my sister! All was lost."
Algon turned around and stepped into the circle, his hand petting the machine. "But I've never been one to let fate decide. And I won't let it have the last word. I'm the one who writes the story! I'm the one who have the last word. I'm re-rolling the dice and they are loaded! And with miss Bethy in my right hand, and Ander in my left. I will bring them back!"
Algon sighed looking down. "Now Drake I won't ask again. Where is my sister buried?"
Algon stared at Drake and Bethy. "Fine... The less people know the more predictable they are. For year's I've lived by that wisdom and it has brought me all this. I've never been a gambling man, for the things left up to fate are always ruined. Anthos killing Ander's sister, my sway over Ander lost. You killing your sister, one of my most promising followers lost. And you!" He glared at Drake with a fury in his eyes only seen in those of dragon slayers and their dragon kin. "You killing my sister! All was lost."
Algon turned around and stepped into the circle, his hand petting the machine. "But I've never been one to let fate decide. And I won't let it have the last word. I'm the one who writes the story! I'm the one who have the last word. I'm re-rolling the dice and they are loaded! And with miss Bethy in my right hand, and Ander in my left. I will bring them back!"
Algon sighed looking down. "Now Drake I won't ask again. Where is my sister buried?"
what are your stories about?
"Yes I've lied to you. I lie to everyone! It's how we get shit done around here. I am terribly sorry about her death Ander. Honestly." Algon spoke slowly. "Now get in that circle and follow orders so I can keep my promise to you and her both." He demanded with a stern voice. Then turned around the moment Drake and Bethy walked in trough the portal.
"Welcome back miss Black, please give me the key I borrowed to you for safekeeping, then get in that circle and await further orders. We are almost done."
Algon stepped forward and spread his arms in a friendly gesture. "Drake. As you are probably aware we've spend the last two years trying to kill you. However some new opportunities have come to light, and it is no longer of interest to me to see you dead. On the contrary, if this all goes as planned I'm going to need you alive. Note that I still don't like you, but my hands are tied in that respect. Now the one thing I want from you is information. Preferably given freely." Algon paused for a second before asking his question.
"Where is your wife buried?"
Charlie finished up Eli's restraints and turned around to look Gao in the eyes. "We are going to hurt him, but no permanent damage. These restraints see to that. And I see to it. Stand there and don't touch anything, for your friends Life, Drake and Ander. You'll do nothing. Understood?"
"Welcome back miss Black, please give me the key I borrowed to you for safekeeping, then get in that circle and await further orders. We are almost done."
Algon stepped forward and spread his arms in a friendly gesture. "Drake. As you are probably aware we've spend the last two years trying to kill you. However some new opportunities have come to light, and it is no longer of interest to me to see you dead. On the contrary, if this all goes as planned I'm going to need you alive. Note that I still don't like you, but my hands are tied in that respect. Now the one thing I want from you is information. Preferably given freely." Algon paused for a second before asking his question.
"Where is your wife buried?"
Charlie finished up Eli's restraints and turned around to look Gao in the eyes. "We are going to hurt him, but no permanent damage. These restraints see to that. And I see to it. Stand there and don't touch anything, for your friends Life, Drake and Ander. You'll do nothing. Understood?"
" ҉This better? ̸"̕
"These people are requirements for the plan.. Well the blond haired one, the other two are stowaways. They'll all be free to go after this. As will you two. At least that's the good news." Algon had stopped laughing and looked at Ander with a serious face. "The bad news is.. There was an accident. I can reverse the irreversible damage done. But I need your help." He gestured toward the machine. "It's a weird thing to ask of you now, but if you assist me in this, we can do the impossible. And that's what you need right now."He looked at one of the caskets with a grim look.
Charlie opened up Eli's cage and picked hi up in a painful grip. "Don't bother trying to escape, It's too late for that now. If Algon doesn't catch you, the cat will. And beside-" The sound halted while his mouth kept moving as they moved trough the null sound area. Charlie put Eli in the machine and strapped him in very tightly. "Stay put, it'll all be over shortly.
Charlie opened up Eli's cage and picked hi up in a painful grip. "Don't bother trying to escape, It's too late for that now. If Algon doesn't catch you, the cat will. And beside-" The sound halted while his mouth kept moving as they moved trough the null sound area. Charlie put Eli in the machine and strapped him in very tightly. "Stay put, it'll all be over shortly.
I'm going to bed anyways. cheers
"Aņd͜ ͝t̀h̛u̶s̕ th͡e̸ game͠ ͏begi̶n͞s͞!̴"̵
A deep purple limo crept trough the streets almost silently. Once it reached Magnus' castle it stopped and it's door swung open.
Out comes Martin with a flourish, followed by 8 robed figures that kept their heads down. He still has the long woolen pointed hat with the large copper bell, but his eyes are there and shimmer milky white in the moonlight. His hands in the pockets of white felt coat and his silent grin showing viciously sharp teeth made the complete picture somewhat otherworldly.
With purpose in his stride he walks up to the front door waving the guards away without looking away from the door.
The massive doors swing open and Martin enters the abode, the hooded shuffle after him.
For a moment he stood in the middle of the large entrance hall. Motionless. With an expression as if trying to work out complex math in his head.
Upstairs. Living Room. Armchair. Classy.
He strolled on to the stairs and ascended. He smirked at the guards confusion.
What's going on? Why am I not shooting? Who are these people? Can he go in there?
Simple little minds.
Martin walked up to the living room and gestured for his following to wait outside. He slunk into the living room. Although he walked slowly and silently, he had no illusions of sneaking up on Magnus. He had no intention to. He stretched his arms out and smiled friendly, his fangs glistening.
"Ma҉gn͝u҉s̢! ͢Good̡ ̨t͞o̕ ̡see̕ ̵yo͢u ̡my҉ an͢cient ͏f̕r̛ie̢nd̢.̕ S̡ti͏lĺ ͝adamant̵ly iņ the͝ b̕us̕iness ͘óf r͜ưl̢íng ̴the ̴w͟or̸ld̛ I h̨èar.͝"
Out comes Martin with a flourish, followed by 8 robed figures that kept their heads down. He still has the long woolen pointed hat with the large copper bell, but his eyes are there and shimmer milky white in the moonlight. His hands in the pockets of white felt coat and his silent grin showing viciously sharp teeth made the complete picture somewhat otherworldly.
With purpose in his stride he walks up to the front door waving the guards away without looking away from the door.
The massive doors swing open and Martin enters the abode, the hooded shuffle after him.
For a moment he stood in the middle of the large entrance hall. Motionless. With an expression as if trying to work out complex math in his head.
Upstairs. Living Room. Armchair. Classy.
He strolled on to the stairs and ascended. He smirked at the guards confusion.
What's going on? Why am I not shooting? Who are these people? Can he go in there?
Simple little minds.
Martin walked up to the living room and gestured for his following to wait outside. He slunk into the living room. Although he walked slowly and silently, he had no illusions of sneaking up on Magnus. He had no intention to. He stretched his arms out and smiled friendly, his fangs glistening.
"Ma҉gn͝u҉s̢! ͢Good̡ ̨t͞o̕ ̡see̕ ̵yo͢u ̡my҉ an͢cient ͏f̕r̛ie̢nd̢.̕ S̡ti͏lĺ ͝adamant̵ly iņ the͝ b̕us̕iness ͘óf r͜ưl̢íng ̴the ̴w͟or̸ld̛ I h̨èar.͝"
Fuck if I know.
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