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Post by Violet Macar on Nov 11, 2017 13:34:00 GMT -7
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The first thought Violet had when she began to feel a compulsion fill her from her toes and up, and up, and up through her mind was that: She could be the one. I have to remember this to tell Nikolai, I have to escape and-- And then her mind was completely focused on something different: Total and complete compliance.
When the hood was removed from her head, Violet felt a wave of relief. It still hurt (it wouldn't stop hurting for a while, to be sure), but it wasn't getting worse. Normal Violet would have immediately taken the opportunity to melt into the nearest shadow and escape, but this Violet merely relaxed into the relief. "Thank you," She whispered, her face cracking even more with the combination of the burn and the air. Some of her face -- her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, and the tip of her nose -- were nearing a second degree burn, while the rest looked painfully sunburnt. The skin looked too young, too fresh, and it was wet with blood and something more translucent and sticky. It was bad, but she was no longer cooking, and that was an improvement.
"His name is--" She started, but Violet was still in there, and fought to just give information away so easily, "His... Name... is-- Tom. Thomas. Eurgh... Thomas Dunn." Her body relaxed as the information escaped, these two pieces of her mind not having to fight for a brief moment. A name wasn't all Sabela wanted. "Heeeeeeee's a-- Ufff... Doc--tor. Artavia. Acacia. Artavia. Artavia. He does... He does... This. Smart. He's smart. He wants to-- I think he wants to make more."
The woman looked terrible, but for all the whining and complaining she had been doing earlier Sabela had expected worse. The bag might have been enough to kill her, but it would surely take a while longer before the injuries became unhealable. Sabela didn't have time though for wandering thoughts, as she remained focused on the task at hand. Violet didn't try to escape once the hood was removed, and after a moment and some strangely impressive fighting against her thrall, the woman told her what she knew. Thomas Dunn, a doctor. Artavia. Acacia? She would have thrown that one to her fighting against saying Artavia and simply saying some other nonsense word, but she liked to think her control was enough such that it had been said for a reason. She just didn't know what it meant yet.
The woman said he did this and Sabela assumed she meant controlling people or something of that ilk. He hadn't looked like a lamini - though then again she wasn't a typical lamini either so who was she to say - so was it possible he was a user of enchantment? Could that have explained the way she'd felt, or the pain? Could she right now be under the effects of a powerful enough enchanter? The woman said something then that had Sabela narrow her eyes and double down her focus on the thrall. "Make more what?" She was reminded again of how the woman had insisted that he was the dangerous one. What was it that a doctor, possibly an enchanter, could make that would be so dangerous? Why did he know who Sabela was? She had some of the answers she needed, at least to start, but there was so much that she didn't know and she was beginning to suspect this woman wouldn't be able to answer the questions that really mattered.
Post by Violet Macar on Nov 11, 2017 16:18:08 GMT -7
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Her mind both raced for an answer to Sabela's question, and resisted it. She tried her best to form some kind of retort, another demand, something, but whatever the interrogator (or the Black Cloak, or the guard) had done to her was stronger than her willpower. It was depressing for her to think about, that she was so weak. That it was so easy for her to be taken advantage of. That she had fallen for Tom's lies, been tricked, betrayed, and now she couldn't even put up a good fight against whatever magic was being used on her. Pathetic. She thought, but she said: "Slaves. Weapons. Mortal weapons."
Sabela frowned at the answer she got. Not because it was insufficient, though she would of course prefer more than what she was given, but rather because the answer was... troubling. She winced then and her concentration wavered while she brought a hand to her forehead and felt her normally cool skin hot to the touch. It was true that she hadn't eaten in a few days but she shouldn't be this weak, not yet. She had done far greater things while far hungrier than she was right now but for some reason she wasn't at the same level she normally was. Her head still throbbed, having never fully recovered from... whatever had happened when she saw the man.
Steeling herself, she turned back to the woman but couldn't get the same grasp she had a moment ago, her mind finding static when she tried to concentrate. "Why?"
Post by Violet Macar on Nov 11, 2017 17:14:33 GMT -7
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The grip on her mind weakened, and it made it easier to process her thoughts. The first thing she realized, was that it was definitely this woman who had enchanted her, not the Black Cloak or the guard. The second thing was that the woman was growing weaker, which meant that Violet might be able to still negotiate her way out of this. The third... The third was Tom again. Tom and his stupid smile, and all of his lies, and the horrible things he was doing. She hadn't had a chance to process what had happened thanks to the guards, and the Awful-Hood-of-Horribly-Bright-Light, and the whole Enchantment thing, so now it was attacking her in waves.
Green, she was a merfolk with legs. Violet had always thought it weird, but Tom was a spine surgeon and helped a lot of folks walk when they shouldn't. She was so obedient to him, but she didn't always want to be, and yet... She was. Anytime she seemed to be getting too individualistic, the next time Violet would see her she would be back in line. Acacia.
Zechariah, though Tom was calling him Black now. He was a sweet boy, but something was so off about him. The way Tom would speak so specifically, use words... Key words that made him shift? Acacia.
Scarlett. Violet thought she was his child from his marriage that he had received custody of when his ex-wife had died. But... She wasn't, was she? She didn't really look like him, but Violet (as an Ajatar) never put much stock in genetics. And she was so... Attached to him. And tonight-- It was clear now, looking back, that the girl had been in the halls looking for something. Acacia.
Green. Black. Scarlett. Violet-- Oh god. Was she? Could she be? Was Violet her real name? Was she just another of his projects? Or-- No, no, she reminded herself that if she was controlled by him, he wouldn't have done this to her, he would have just controlled her. Just said "No Violet, you're mistaken", and Violet would have obeyed. No, she was not his. At least, not anymore.
But why did Tom do all of this? He had enough money, he could make more with his work, because he was a good doctor. He could be a good man, hell, Violet knew him once as a good man. And then it hit her. It's a game to him. A challenge. He--"He's playing God. He sees himself... As a God," This was not influenced by the Enchantment. She gave it freely, her jaw slack as the pieces of the man she had somewhat-maybe-in-a-few-ways... Loved? came together. Dear gods, she must have really hated herself before now to fall for all that shit.
Well, now she'd get her revenge.
"And the girl... One of his-- things. Earlier, she was in the halls. She's a spy. She was looking for files."
The response was different from the others. The woman wasn’t fighting against it like she had before, or maybe there was nothing worth fighting against. Whatever it was, the sentence was whole, coherent, and worrying. Sabela was deeply devout and she knew that the man would be judged harshly for his sacrilege by the gods themselves, but it still made her blood boil.
Then the woman spoke again, adding something Sabela didn’t even ask for, and said that the little girl who was with him was a spy and had been sneaking around looking for files. Files on what? She didn’t know nor did it matter, really. Whatever they were looking for they had to be stopped. Sabela turned to the guard, who had also perked up at the mention of a spy, and commanded, ”Find them.” She didn’t have to use her thrall for that; she had enough power amongst Elias’s cronies that simply ordering him was enough. Lucky for her, given the state she was in.
The Black Cloak was eyeing her curiously now and she could tell he had heard the strain in her voice. Had seen her waver. Knew she was weak.
She turned back to the woman and wondered what else she needed from her. When they found the man and his spy they could get any remaining information from him about whatever it was he did - so what more did they need the woman for? One more question then, but she could feel her control slipping through her grasp like sand. ”What is your part in all this?” Was she working with the man? Perhaps not, as he had abandoned her here. Against him then?
Post by Violet Macar on Nov 13, 2017 9:14:40 GMT -7
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A chill ran down her spine when her interrogator commanded that Tom and Scarlett be found. It was strange that, mixed in with that chill, came a sense of mild regret. She knew she didn't need to feel it, that they didn't deserve it-- but it was there. Maybe it was really regret that she hadn't realized it until tonight, maybe it was regret that she had tried to pull one over on Tom when she really should have pretended until she could have gotten herself to Woodrow, or better. Maybe it really was that she had cared about Tom, and her whole self hadn't come to terms with his duplicity yet.
She flinched when the pale woman turned back to her, and would have backed away if she wasn't chained to the ceiling. She asked for Violet's part in it all, and Violet balked. "My part? Darling idiot,"I probably shouldn't say that..."If I had any part in this, do you truly think he would have put me into the caring hands of Black Cloaks?"
Sabela's eyes narrowed as the woman called her a 'darling idiot', and she briefly considered hurting her somehow for it. On the one hand, the woman was far too mouthy and should be taught a lesson, but on the other hand Sabela wasn't sure what was wrong with her own head right now, and she didn't care enough about hurting the woman to put herself at risk. "It could have been intentional, getting caught to serve a greater purpose somehow," she replied to the woman's comment about being left in the hands of the Black Cloaks. Sabela didn't know if the woman thought she herself was a Black Cloak, as she had used a plural despite there being only one in the room, but she didn't correct her. "I've seen both better and worse plans."
The man.. had he done something to her in the hallway? If he was an enchanter could he have used his magic when they passed? Or was it something else, something that could explain the headache and the failing strength more than enchantment alone? Something like... poison?
"I'm finished with her, she's yours now," she said, turning away from the woman. She didn't necessarily know what was going on from what she'd been told, except that they might be here for files and the man had some sort of slave-building thing going on, but she didn't think the woman had anything more useful to say - or if she did Sabela was too weak to force her to say it. She would need to find a healer and see what they could discover about her current condition. If it was poison surely any healers in Elias's employ would be sufficiently able to handle it. She would be no use to Elias like this, and she would not be able to interrogate the man if being near him caused... whatever this was.
She walked to the door and looked back only briefly to see the Black Cloak stepping toward the woman with a sadistic smile before she left the room. Sabela had other matters to attend to - Violet's fate was up to herself and the Black Cloak now.
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