Deep inside of the winding tunnels of the Lair of Serpents was a prison like room. There were eight cells in all, 4 on each side, and a room directly across from the entrance which was where most of the "interrogations" were conducted. The door to that room was soundproofed and magically locked. Only those who wore the authentic mark of the S.U. could get in, and only them.
The main room to the prison (The one with the doors to the cells in it) was very old and crumbly, but it still held a sort of peculiar power. The walls were covered with ornate carvings of snakes and serpents of all sorts. A single gold statue of a basilisk resides coiled in the center of the room. The room is lit only by a single torch on the wall.
The cells themselves were special. All of them were enchanted to allow no magic used inside or on them. The bars of the cells were intersecting diamond rods. They were virtually indestructable. They, like the door that led to the torture chamber, would only open for those with the authentic S.U. mark.
In one of the cells lays a girl, her clothes covered in snow and blood and ash. Her wheel chair was missing and would be missing for a long time. She was laid in the corner. There were no furnishings in the cell. It was just stone. Hayzie was in quite a rut. bgbg
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 9, 2006 10:44:12 GMT -5
Was that sidealong apparation, or something totally different? It had definitely felt different, and Hayzie had never lost consciousness while someone else apparated her before. This was a first…
The girl in the corner stirred, lifting up her head and rubbing her eyes. “This isn’t the village…” she whispered to herself unsurely, green eyes trying to take in her new surroundings, though with great difficulty. The room she was in seemed to be lit only by a torch that was outside. It was small and… bars? Then it all came rushing back, what had happened in the village square. The shadows, the battle, numerous friends she had made in the village getting hurt.
With a near silent gasp, the last bit came back. She had been summoned towards one of the shadows, thrown to one side and then a cage trapped her. That must have been how she ended up here. “Fantastic,” Hayz whispered, trying to find something to hold onto while she pulled herself to a sitting position, but there was nothing apart from the bars. “They’ll have to do…” she whispered, pulling herself over to them and pulling herself up expert.
“Okay, Hayzie. You can get out of this no problem,” the blonde girl told herself quietly, trying not to attract the attention of any guards that might be lingering around. Though, as always, in a time of crisis, every spell she could have used left her. Reckless, brave and clever she may have been, but smart and cool headed she wasn’t. Aside from that, the memory wiping spell Tobias had used left her knowledge of spells to the ones she had used that night. The ones that had set off the fireworks and the stunning spell. “I can't use any of them!” she whined to herself, glaring at the bars.
Though even as she thought on it, Hayzie wondered if it would be worth it. She hadn’t got her wheelchair anywhere in the vicinity, and there was only so far she could drag herself without growing tired or getting caught. Hayzie was in quite a rut.
There was only one thing for it. Analyse the situation and then do what could be done to get out of it. “Hello?” she called out eventually, her voice uncertain. “Is anyone there?”
For moments there wasn't a sound in the chambers but the steady drip of water from some unseen leaking pipe and the slither of serpents along the stone floors. Just as Hayzie was giving up hope for an answer the outter door began to glow a faint purple. Its crumbling rusted hinges creaked open to allow Evilyn in. She was draped in a sable cloak to chase away the chilling drafts of the Lair of Serpents, her badge of the Shadow Society showing clearly on her shoulder. The echoing clicks of her bootheels resonated in the near empty dungeon as she stepped gingerly over the many snakes on the floor. "Snakes....he just had to be a fan of snakes..." She whispered in disgust. Evilyn detested snakes.
Grasping the torch from the wall, she made her way to the cell holding the new inmate. She peered in on the girl sitting on the filthy cobbles covered in dirt and ash from the battle. "Hello there." She called to her tauntingly. "Did you want something?"
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 19, 2006 8:01:35 GMT -5
ooc: YaY! I thought I'd been forgotten about!
bic: Hayzie shivered unintentionally as the tap dripped and the snakes slithered. Never having been a fan of snakes, the blonde made a silent prayer that they wouldn’t come anywhere near her. If they did… she could stun them! Feeling slightly pleased with herself, the girl looked back outside the room she was in, running her fingers over the bars again to try and find out what they were made of. It was still empty, the minimal light the flame gave showed that much. Maybe if she could remember something, then a spell would come to her to help her out. After all, no one else was there.
Or so she thought. As the door began to glow, green eyes snapped towards it and watched as a woman came through the door, muttering similar sentiments towards snakes Hayz had only minutes before. Those same green eyes watched as she went over to the torch and removed it from the wall. They also watched as she came closer. They narrowed as she called out into the cell, her taunting voice cutting right through Hayzie’s skin.
“Who the hell are you?” The girl asked, wishing she could stand to confront her more directly, as opposed to sitting on the floor helplessly. “And where am I? What happened to the village? Where’d that other guy go?” Hayzie continued questioning, piecing together everything she could remember. She had left James and Miles at the Inn… and then… Chris… and… it was fading.
The stream of questions that issued from the head girl's mouth made Evilyn's solid black eyes glow slightly green in the flickering torchlight. She snapped at the girl, cutting her off. "You are not in a position to be asking the questions, my dear. Now, if you will kindly come with me..." Hayzie slowly began to lift from the ground until she hovered about 3 inches from the filty ground. Her cell door swung open with a loud screech that would make harpies shudder. Evilyn coaxed the floating student to her with her long black fingernails. "Just a short little trip we're going to make. And as to answer one of your questions, my name is Evilyn, but you may call me Mistress." Hayzie hovered obediently behind Evilyn as she led her back out the door she had entered to across the hall.
The door they stood in front of was just as old and decrepid (sp?) looking as the other, but this one had dark stains on it and smelled of fresh blood. Evilyn grasped the handle and waited while hundreds of little locks clicked on the other side. When it finally granted the two access, it swung open to reveal quite a sight. Manicals, some holding students or towns folk, hung from stone walls. There was nearly every kind of torture device imaginable in the room, including a stretching rack, a spanish chair (this is Spain after all), branding irons, and whips of many types and sizes. Tables of menacing knives, saws, needles and such lined the walls that wern't occupied. Evilyn spoke as they entered the room. "Now there are some things I must know. Do you still have feeling in your legs, or can you simply not use them?"
For whom does the lonely cry out for with such anguish?
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 19, 2006 10:16:55 GMT -5
Even as the woman sopke, Hayzie had a feeling that this was a trip she was not going to enjoy in the slightest. This thought was only magnified when the slight blonde was lifted up into the air and out of her cell, heading somewhere different. Hayz thought back to what this ‘Evilyn’ had said. Was she seriously expecting Hayz to call her Mistress?! Okay, she had lost her memory, but there was still her own individual personality traits there, and defiancy wass high on that list of traits.
Curious eyes watched as Evilyn carried her through a corridor. Hayzie tried to hold onto something to stop herself from moving, but that failed miserably. It seemed she was going and that was that.
However when the sight of the destination for their ‘little trip’ came into view, the girl’s face paled considerably and she instantly wished she hadnt called out in the first place. The rhyme: “First the worst, second the best,” didn’t seem to apply to the little scenario Hayz had found herself in. In fact, the small, damp cell was better than the room she had found herself in.
Green eyes spotted the needles, and a wave of dizzyness took over. Needles were this girls worst nightmare.
Snapping back to conscious thought as Evilyn spoke again, Hayzie tried to think of the answer to the question that was being asked. But, as with everything else that night, it seemed hazy. All she knew was that she should be in a wheelchair, and that was that. There was no recollection as to why, or how it had happened or the symptoms.
“I… I don’t know…” she answered quietly, looking at those who were already in the room. This definitely wasn’t a stay in a fancy hotel, that was for sure.
Ooc: I really need to sort out the bottom of that sig pic Hayzie isn’t a student, she’s a fully grown witch who owns her joke shop in Drakkie. I’ll get that sorted tomorrow
-crosses fingers that this’ll post and the PC won’t restart again-
A sinister smile crept across Evilyn's face at the answer Hayzie provided. "Well then, lets find out, shall we?" The girl floated across the room to a set of empty manicals. Evilyn shut them around her wrists. They clicked into locked position, leaving the witch's feet dangling. Evilyn selected a particularly evil-looking straight wooden paddle from a nearby table. It had a leather grip and holes bored into it for less air resistence, but if one looked closely they could see small, quater-inch spikes protruding from the wood. Evilyn gave it a few taps against the girl's legs, swung wide, and made contact with Hayzie's lifeless legs. The nypmh continued the torment until her eyes hazed over with red and she felt bone crack under the strength of her swing.
For whom does the lonely cry out for with such anguish?
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 20, 2006 6:46:52 GMT -5
Hayzie's eyes scrunched tightly shut when Evilyn brought the paddle back, and flinched upon impact; but she hadn't felt a thing. Under any other circumstance, the blonde girl would have breathed a sigh of relief, but somehow, the situation didn't seem right.
When the bone snapped, Hayz winced on instinct and looked down. Her muggle jeans were soaked with blood that had grown darker as it had been trapped in severed veins for almost a year. Well the cuts'll scar she thought to hedrself, not remembering the scars already at her hips from when she was left paralysed. It wasn't until she looked up again that the girl even realised the paddle had small spikes on it. Biting her lip gently, Hayz dared to meet Evilyn's eyes. Another small flinch. They had turned bright red. That can't be good news...
While Hayzie's eyes were focussed on the Nymph, and hopefully vice versa, her fingers slipped down to the cuffs holding her wrists in place. If she could onlt find the lock, maybe something would come to mind to help her out. Then, she could reach for her wand and... stun her. That was all she could do.
This is hopeless the blonde thought to herself. I need a miracle.
After several satisfying swings, Evilyn looked deep into the eyes of her captive. Nothing but resilience and determination showed there....damn. She let the bloodied paddle drop to the floor. "Aww shucks, no fun at all. I guess I'll just have to find some other form of amusement...something that will be fun for the both of us." Evilyn's wicked smile was kept in place as she scanned the walls and tables of the room, looking for something good. Something that would make the witch scream....
The nymph's eyes lighted on a cat-o-nine tails. She spun Hayzie in her manicals so her back would be facing the room. Evilyn picked up the menacing whip with a bit of reverance in her eyes. This whip wasn't just any whip. It had been used on the Christian savior of the muggles. Since that time, though, it had been magically altered. Now whenever a blow fell on someone, their wounds would heal over given a bit of time, and scar tissue hurts worse to be cut into. She tested the rusty shards of metal on the ends of the whip with her long pale fingers. Still sharp enough to draw blood with mearly a prick. This would definetly be fun.
For whom does the lonely cry out for with such anguish?
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 20, 2006 9:02:32 GMT -5
Oh gods... Was Hayzie's only thought as she was spun around to face the wall. If she had been able to use her legs, it would have been easy enough to push off the wall and spin back around. As it was, all the girl could do was try and turn her head far enough to see what was going on, and what would be inflicted on her. Something that'll be fun for the both of us the nymph had said, though whether or not they were both on the same wavelength when it came to fun remained to be seen.
Hayz turned her head to try and see what the woman was headed for, and when her eyes fell upon it, the girl's face instantly paled. "Th-That doesn't look like fun," the blonde stuttered, as Evilyn tested just how sharp the ends were. It really didn't look fun at all. In fact, it looked as though Hayzie was in for quite an un-fun stay where she was.
Her search for the lock on the cuffs renewed tenfold. She had to get out of there... she just had to. Or if she couldn't, the only thing she could do was vow not to scream, not to let them see they were hurting her, if they hurt her at all. But that whip didn't look like some sort of idle threat.
"Can we not just... maybe... try and... sort this out another way?"
"Oh, but I think it's loads of fun, especially for me." Evilyn giggled when she saw how frantic the blond had become. "Can we not just... maybe... try and... sort this out another way?" The nymph fiegned pondering the offer deeply, stroking her chin and everthing. "Alright" she said after a few moments. "I'll put down my little toy if you tell me what Talon has up his sleeve. I know he has joined with that mutt Fenris Fenrir, but what does he expect to do with his new pet, sic him on us all?" Evilyn directed the question partly towards Hayzie, partly towards herself.
For whom does the lonely cry out for with such anguish?
Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Apr 20, 2006 9:23:56 GMT -5
A wave of relief washed over her as the word Alright sounded through the room. Maybe this encounter would go okay, after all. As much as Hayz wanted letting down, she knew to take things one step at a time. Having the chance to try and sort things out another way was a step enough for her.
However, as Evilyn asked her question, the girl's heart plummeted. She thought and thought and thought on the answer. The name Talon rang a bell, as did Fenris Fenrir, but from where, Hayz couldn't recall. The blonde girl couldn't even put a face to the name, let alone say what this Talon had up his sleeve.
Again, Hayzie strained her memory, trying to recall anything at all, but everything stopped when she went back as far as telling the Villagers of Drakborough to go and hide. That was as far back as she could remember. Some of the villagers had been asking where Talon was during the attack, but who was he?
After a while, Hayz shook her head. "I... I don't know who Talon is," she answered quietly, still trying to think on it as she answered, but nothing came. "I don't know who he is, or what he's doing."
The jagged sharp teeth sliced deep as the cat-o-nine tails ripped through the air onto Hayzie's back. "Wrong answer! Must I retrieve assistance in jogging your memory?" Evilyn tapped a heel in impatience. If the girl was going to be difficult she would be forced to break the girl's mind...and that could take time.
The door opened and shut once more as Tobias entered the prison, wearing his Society robes but no mask. His skin was much paler, and his eyes sunken, as he walked casually across the snakes, and up next to Evilyn, his eyes directed at the paralyzed woman suspended in the air. "You need not ask nor request Evilyn...I came to see that the torture was going well...I hope that you will put up a good show, the two of you...I do love a good flailng." The boy's voice was low and monotonous, as he checked over the damage on Hayzie. It was certain that she would never ever ever ever walk again, and that was fine enough.
"Ah, Tobias. Your looking...dead. Wow, that fight with Orifel really took some out of you, didn't it?" In fact, he looked like he'd been through hell. ( ) "Well you know me, I love putting on a show." She grasped Hayzie by her clothing and spun her back around to face the two. "How about you Hayzie, dear? Will you put on a good show for Mr. Tobias?"bg
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