Chapter 3: Other Plans (Ash, Mia, and Seraphine)

[talesofelynrea]

Ash awoke on a soft bed, wrapped in a sheet woven of the finest linen.  His head felt several sizes too big for hsi body, which seemed to be tender and bruised.  His left arm felt numb, as if it had been dislodged from his body.  The comforting weight of his muskets were missing.

With a groan of pain and irritation, he forced his eyes open.  The

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[tempythetempest]

Ash did exactly as he was told. He considered raising his arms, but the thought struck him that perhaps that would be deemed as a movement, and his amazing escape from death would not have lasted much longer.

Ash clicked his tongue and blinked a few times, defiant in at least moving that much. "Well, I guess I don't need to put on that stinking hood now," he commented. He took a deep breath, and was strikingly aware at how much his chest rose. Would it be enough to set the other person off?

"But as you can see," he continued, "I'm completely unarmed. And you could've killed me when I was down. So why wait until now?" After he said those words, he mentally cursed himself. If his movements weren't enough to set this person off, then surely his attitude was.

[azure_serenity]

Before any truly harsh words could be slung between the two, Seraphine began to toss a bit more in her sleep, and her voice began to mumble incoherent phrases at a barely audible volume.

"A......Ad....pr..." The Summoner mumbled as she tossed in her sleep. "Pr.......lle...."

She began to break out into a feverish sweat once again, a very warm hand accidently falling against the cheek of the Draconis girl resting beside her. Whatever was causing this nightmare for Seraphine was clearly holding its grasp firm on her heart and soul.

[lozchic]

Young Draconis was drifting into gentle slumber, until an unknown force hit her cheek. She violently woke up from her deep slumber and muttered under her voice, "I'm up, I'm up, Moersho-san and Dante-sa...." She then stopped and noticed her surrounding. To her immediate right was high elf violently stirring in her sleep, and in front of her was the strange Durani that saved her earlier, and another high elf....with a gun...pointed at him. Mia then screamed and jumped out of bed, "Don't hurt him, he saved my life!"

Mia attempts to stop Elle from shooting Ash

[talesofelynrea]

"I am not going to shoot him," Elle says to Mia, still keeping a firm gaze of Ash. "Yet..." She lowers the pistol slowly, looking deeply into the Durani's eyes with a gaze of pure hatred.

"You were on an Alliance ship. The AMS Kail, as it were. No Durani are allowed employ into the Alliance Navy." She smirks. Elle uncocks Ash's musket, all the while, still watching the Durani Outlaw. "Would you care to explain what you were doing on-board?"

[talesofelynrea]

"Dear, Seraphine, I would never dream of putting you in a position to be harmed, especially by me. I rather dislike violence, myself

[azure_serenity]

"A deal!?" Seraphine snarled through practically kicking herself knowing that she let a sweet talking voice keep her gaurd down. "Had you made a nicer approach, I might have......uhn......accepted this deal. I have witnessed....too much pain already...and now you want me to suffer more?!"

Seraphine wasn't going to make this easy for Whyte as she struggled against his painful grasp upon her mind. He could see as the Summoner began to struggle against his control that her eyes were a bit brighter than normal, and the gaze was locked straight upon Whyte's. It was one of those rare indications that a high-elf would show that he/she was in a state of great anger. In fact, Seraphine was getting more pissed off each second this pain ravaged her mind.

If only Adrianna were here, Seraphine's thoughts raced to her former savior in the knick of time. I wouldn't be feeling this way. This Whyte, this, demon before me, he won't get away with this. He's the one!"I will not be used," Seraphine's voice rose higher to a commanding tone as she

[talesofelynrea]

Whyte's unwilling grip on Seraphine's mind is indeed powerful. It takes every ounce of the Summoner's strength to resist his command

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Seraphine: 11 (You are so lucky. You really are. I want no more complaints about you having ill fortune with Die rolls.)

A bolt of bright purple energy sparks from Seraphine's arms. Whyte's single exposed eye widens in shock. It is short lasting, however, as a smile quickly forms on his face.

"You truly are gifted." He says. Whyte begins his pacing again. "But what will you do now? You may have temporarily resisted my control, but it will not last forever." Whyte shifts his weight, and turns to look Seraphine in the eyes.

The Summoner's eyes are again shifting to total black, as bolts of purple energy crackle and hiss about her form. Her teeth are cletched in anger and frustration.

"What will you do?"

[azure_serenity]

"What will I do," Seraphine staggered back up to her feet sneering at the man who just attempted to make her his puppet, she made it known that Whyte wasn't exactly human to his face. "See to it that you never forget what you have done this day, demon."

It was quite obvious that Seraphine wanted nothing more than to bludgeon Whyte to a bloody pulp, but in her anger, experience and wisdom was keeping her at bay. Seraphine's eyes raced towards the circle of runes where the light was falling nearby her.

I am starting to understand why this room had such a lock. Her thoughts raced as she backed away from Whyte, but moved closer to the light. This beam of light might be an amplifier for the six forms of higher magic. I may have made an earlier mistake with the lock, but it is clear to me that I might be able to harness something from this. It could be very dangerous, but honestly I do not care about the risk, for this man is the one who will take Elle's life if I do nothing. Then again, nothing could happen, and if that is the case