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[Haellyn is slumped against a wall in the brig, motionless.]
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“Hey, hey. Hal, let’s tell some jokes. Come on, ya gotta like jokes.”
Haellyn is sitting with one shoulder against the damp stone wall, eyes blank and half-shut, unresponding.
Dagpit hops over and starts to prod his open shoulder. Still nothing, but it doesn’t seem to deter the little imp. He continues in Demonic, the jarring, chattering language flowing expertly from his jagged teeth.
“I mean, what kinda emo faggot hates jokes? And don’t tell me an emo faggot like you. Okay, so, I got one, right. Knock knock.”
Haellyn stares into the empty space in front of him.
“.....Sacha.”
Haellyn’s gentle breathing fills the silence.
“.........Sacha big deal over a little murder!”
A skeleton dog skitters somewhere in the darkness.
“Come on, you big grump,” Dagpit whines, shaking him. Haellyn’s fine hair is tossled from the movement, but lays back flat and perfect again as soon as it's over. Even down in a dungeon like this, he’s as beautiful a blood elf as always, although any onlooker might think he was freshly deceased in his current condition.
“Shut up already,” Agripina says from the other side of the cell. She's sitting on the cold stone ground, her round bare butt flat against the ground like a smooth lump of setting dough, her arms hugging herself across her breasts. She isn’t exactly dressed for these temperatures. Goosebumps have popped up all over her normally flawless skin and her complexion has faded from a fiery pink to a mild rose color from the cold.
Needless to say, she does not look happy. “Your blathering is driving me crazy." Sigh. "It’s bad enough that I’ve been ensared like this, but why did I have to get stuck with a moron imp like you and a pathetic child for a master?” Her voice is as soft as always, and whining just sounds cute, coming from her.
Dagpit’s hand sits motionless on Haellyn’s shoulder and he looks over at the succubus, frowning. “Aw. I’m just trying to talk to him, Agri. I’m not trying to be nice or something… just, you think he’s gonna be, like, okay?” He glances back at their master, looking worried. They aren’t worried for his sake, they’re worried for their own.
She shifts her legs, her hooves clacking against the stones. “The strange magic he got from that priest was just a trickle,” Agripina said with a sigh. “Do you have even the slightest idea what sort of pressure his body’s under, with both of us out like this for so long? I wonder how much more he can take. If something happens to us as a result, well, at least we’ll be able to watch him crumble apart and fade away.” She smirks bitterly.
“Yeeh!” Dagpit shrieks in terror, jumping back from him. He hops back and forth, shifting his weight from one hoof to the other, fidgeting wildly. “What’s gonna happen? What’s gonna happen? Will he die? Are we going to die, too?! No, NO I’m still young! I’ve got a coupla centuries left! I can’t die yet!! Eeeeeeyaaaaagh!!!”
“He won’t die. Calm down,” Agripina grumbled, looking away from him. A skeleton kitten has creeped over to her curiously, and she flicks it away, annoyed. It screeches meekly and clatters against the far wall. With a sigh, she rests her cheek in one hand and stares down at her knees, contemplating Dagpit’s words. It was true that Haellyn wouldn’t die from mana starvation like this, but what could happen to him - who knows how it would effect her and Dagpit. Their three souls were permanently linked together.
The imp bites his nails and shuffles his feet restlessly, unable to sit still. Agripina shivers and counts the scales sprouting up from her hooves nervously.
And all of a sudden, there’s a soft cough. Their eyes jerk upwards and in the direction the noise came from - Haellyn. Haellyn’s eyes are nearly closed, and he hasn’t moved, but for the first time in hours, there was some indication that his mind was still there.
“Hal!” Dagpit hops back over to him and grabs his shoulders. The movement is enough to tip Haellyn’s balance and he slumps back against the ground, and coughs again in automated response to the movement. Encouraged, the imp climbs onto his chest and grabs the elf’s robes, shaking gently.
“Hal, ya there? Still with us? C’mon, life’s gonna be pretty boring with us leashed to an empty brain. We’re gonna find a way outta here, there’s gotta be a way out, right? But, we need ya too, as much as -“
Suddenly a spark illuminated the brig and Dagpit bounded off Haellyn’s chest, squwaking in pain. He fell flat on his ass and hugged himself tightly, looking terrified.
It’s akin to drinking your own urine out of desperate thirst, yearning for just the smallest relief. And even though the demonic energy burns all the way down into the marrow of his bones, Haellyn feels a little of his strength return. He bursts into a hacking fit of coughs and tries to roll over, but can’t.
Where are we? His voice whispers in his demons’ minds, the same way theirs did in his own. Haellyn doesn’t have the strength to talk, but for now he can at least put a sentence together behind the agony.
Agripina’s interest is perked at Haellyn’s temporary conciousness. “We’re in some kinda dungeon,” she answers. Something to relieve her boredom. She crawls over to Haellyn, ignoring Dagpit’s eyes peering at her body, and stops next to him, still on her knees.
The elf’s dim green eyes stare up at her, with a delirious mix of suspicion, annoyance, and affection.
“Look at what you’ve done, Haellyn,” she says softly, patting his cheek. “Why’d you have to go and do that? We’ll be stuck here forever, rotting, breathing this dry lifeless air…”
He groans and shuts his eyes, his mind not offering a response. But against his will, the feeling of utter patronizing contempt that swept over him washes over his demons’ brains, as bright as day, and he knows what’s coming.
She sneers and slaps him, leaving a red patch on his pale face, her other hand pulling him up by the collar of his robes maliciously. “You can’t blame this on us, you pathetic addict. Look at you, rolled up in a little ball in this Sargeras-forsaken place, transforming into a disgusting maggot. You’re weak, and there’s no one to blame but yourself. Even I’m ashamed that you call yourself a ‘warlock’ and pretend that your powers are your own.”
He sighs, exhausted, and ignores her.
Agriprina grins and lets him drop back down to the ground. Her soft hands slip inside his robe to grab Haellyn's comm, and she makes sure to give his chest a resentful, sensual stroke with her claws while they’re there.
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[Agripina smacks Haellyn's comm against her palm impatiently, and finally figures out how to use it. Her voice is soft, confident, sexy, -- a bit uptight at the moment. It's the first time she's anything on shipnet.]
Hello? Can anyone hear me, or will this thing just vomit static?
Exactly how long do you intend to keep us down here?
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“Hey, hey. Hal, let’s tell some jokes. Come on, ya gotta like jokes.”
Haellyn is sitting with one shoulder against the damp stone wall, eyes blank and half-shut, unresponding.
Dagpit hops over and starts to prod his open shoulder. Still nothing, but it doesn’t seem to deter the little imp. He continues in Demonic, the jarring, chattering language flowing expertly from his jagged teeth.
“I mean, what kinda emo faggot hates jokes? And don’t tell me an emo faggot like you. Okay, so, I got one, right. Knock knock.”
Haellyn stares into the empty space in front of him.
“.....Sacha.”
Haellyn’s gentle breathing fills the silence.
“.........Sacha big deal over a little murder!”
A skeleton dog skitters somewhere in the darkness.
“Come on, you big grump,” Dagpit whines, shaking him. Haellyn’s fine hair is tossled from the movement, but lays back flat and perfect again as soon as it's over. Even down in a dungeon like this, he’s as beautiful a blood elf as always, although any onlooker might think he was freshly deceased in his current condition.
“Shut up already,” Agripina says from the other side of the cell. She's sitting on the cold stone ground, her round bare butt flat against the ground like a smooth lump of setting dough, her arms hugging herself across her breasts. She isn’t exactly dressed for these temperatures. Goosebumps have popped up all over her normally flawless skin and her complexion has faded from a fiery pink to a mild rose color from the cold.
Needless to say, she does not look happy. “Your blathering is driving me crazy." Sigh. "It’s bad enough that I’ve been ensared like this, but why did I have to get stuck with a moron imp like you and a pathetic child for a master?” Her voice is as soft as always, and whining just sounds cute, coming from her.
Dagpit’s hand sits motionless on Haellyn’s shoulder and he looks over at the succubus, frowning. “Aw. I’m just trying to talk to him, Agri. I’m not trying to be nice or something… just, you think he’s gonna be, like, okay?” He glances back at their master, looking worried. They aren’t worried for his sake, they’re worried for their own.
She shifts her legs, her hooves clacking against the stones. “The strange magic he got from that priest was just a trickle,” Agripina said with a sigh. “Do you have even the slightest idea what sort of pressure his body’s under, with both of us out like this for so long? I wonder how much more he can take. If something happens to us as a result, well, at least we’ll be able to watch him crumble apart and fade away.” She smirks bitterly.
“Yeeh!” Dagpit shrieks in terror, jumping back from him. He hops back and forth, shifting his weight from one hoof to the other, fidgeting wildly. “What’s gonna happen? What’s gonna happen? Will he die? Are we going to die, too?! No, NO I’m still young! I’ve got a coupla centuries left! I can’t die yet!! Eeeeeeyaaaaagh!!!”
“He won’t die. Calm down,” Agripina grumbled, looking away from him. A skeleton kitten has creeped over to her curiously, and she flicks it away, annoyed. It screeches meekly and clatters against the far wall. With a sigh, she rests her cheek in one hand and stares down at her knees, contemplating Dagpit’s words. It was true that Haellyn wouldn’t die from mana starvation like this, but what could happen to him - who knows how it would effect her and Dagpit. Their three souls were permanently linked together.
The imp bites his nails and shuffles his feet restlessly, unable to sit still. Agripina shivers and counts the scales sprouting up from her hooves nervously.
And all of a sudden, there’s a soft cough. Their eyes jerk upwards and in the direction the noise came from - Haellyn. Haellyn’s eyes are nearly closed, and he hasn’t moved, but for the first time in hours, there was some indication that his mind was still there.
“Hal!” Dagpit hops back over to him and grabs his shoulders. The movement is enough to tip Haellyn’s balance and he slumps back against the ground, and coughs again in automated response to the movement. Encouraged, the imp climbs onto his chest and grabs the elf’s robes, shaking gently.
“Hal, ya there? Still with us? C’mon, life’s gonna be pretty boring with us leashed to an empty brain. We’re gonna find a way outta here, there’s gotta be a way out, right? But, we need ya too, as much as -“
Suddenly a spark illuminated the brig and Dagpit bounded off Haellyn’s chest, squwaking in pain. He fell flat on his ass and hugged himself tightly, looking terrified.
It’s akin to drinking your own urine out of desperate thirst, yearning for just the smallest relief. And even though the demonic energy burns all the way down into the marrow of his bones, Haellyn feels a little of his strength return. He bursts into a hacking fit of coughs and tries to roll over, but can’t.
Where are we? His voice whispers in his demons’ minds, the same way theirs did in his own. Haellyn doesn’t have the strength to talk, but for now he can at least put a sentence together behind the agony.
Agripina’s interest is perked at Haellyn’s temporary conciousness. “We’re in some kinda dungeon,” she answers. Something to relieve her boredom. She crawls over to Haellyn, ignoring Dagpit’s eyes peering at her body, and stops next to him, still on her knees.
The elf’s dim green eyes stare up at her, with a delirious mix of suspicion, annoyance, and affection.
“Look at what you’ve done, Haellyn,” she says softly, patting his cheek. “Why’d you have to go and do that? We’ll be stuck here forever, rotting, breathing this dry lifeless air…”
He groans and shuts his eyes, his mind not offering a response. But against his will, the feeling of utter patronizing contempt that swept over him washes over his demons’ brains, as bright as day, and he knows what’s coming.
She sneers and slaps him, leaving a red patch on his pale face, her other hand pulling him up by the collar of his robes maliciously. “You can’t blame this on us, you pathetic addict. Look at you, rolled up in a little ball in this Sargeras-forsaken place, transforming into a disgusting maggot. You’re weak, and there’s no one to blame but yourself. Even I’m ashamed that you call yourself a ‘warlock’ and pretend that your powers are your own.”
He sighs, exhausted, and ignores her.
Agriprina grins and lets him drop back down to the ground. Her soft hands slip inside his robe to grab Haellyn's comm, and she makes sure to give his chest a resentful, sensual stroke with her claws while they’re there.
--
[Agripina smacks Haellyn's comm against her palm impatiently, and finally figures out how to use it. Her voice is soft, confident, sexy, -- a bit uptight at the moment. It's the first time she's anything on shipnet.]
Hello? Can anyone hear me, or will this thing just vomit static?
Exactly how long do you intend to keep us down here?