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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:24:37 GMT
She was staring at him blankly. Was she trying to figure out what he'd asked or was she somewhere else completely? James stood patiently for a moment, waiting, a solemn look on his face to keep him standing up properly. His belly was teasing him, sending him waves of nausea and sharp little prickles of pain that could not be predicted. He was just formulating another way he could act out his offer when she curtsied and took his arm. His green eyes widened for a moment in surprise. Partly because she'd curtsied at him, and because the contact was sudden. She'd called him Sir before, well, Sur, but same thing, but curtsying? James had never been curtsied at before. He was not just a servant, but also to all appearance an adolescent. But even if he could vocalize his thoughts he wouldn't tell her not to. She could do whatever she wanted to. Whatever made her happy.
She would die here, after all, it didn't really matter.
James swallowed as He began leading her down the hall, unsure exactly where to go. Her arm was very warm, he noticed. He'd eaten not too long ago, so he had that heat, but he was slowly growing colder and deader again. As always. Auch, the pain was dragging him down. he tried to smile at Linnet as he tried to decide where exactly she might like to go. Perhaps she'd like to eat. yes, that was an idea. Humans needed to eat all the time. Or at least, that was what Drake said. Drake's words had long been the authority on the needs of humans. Even though the daemon had never experienced the weighty wonders of living and having a body that ran on normal things like food and water. Not souls and the occasional corpse.
He pressed two fingers to his lips, then pointed at his stomach, then at hers in a half-hearted attempt to explain to her that he was taking her to the kitchen so she could have something to eat. He didn't know what the humans thought about him and Drake, what the humans thought their motives were, but he hoped she didn't think that he was telling her that he was going to eat her. He wasn't that stupid though, he thought after a moment. Not stupid enough to inform her of his intentions to murder and consume her corpse. It he'd actually wanted to do that.
Dominic had been spur of the moment, much due to the jubilation of having food for the first time in nearly a month. It was an excuse, but he'd cling to it. He didn't usually eat his kin-species. If he could call them that. James couldn't help but frown at his own apologetic thoughts. He needed to calm himself down and get a grip. Maybe he was just spending too much time with the human. Linnet. He needed to sit alone for a while or something.
Maybe after he dropped her off in the kitchen and attempted to make her something to eat he'd run off and bury the rest of Dominic and sit out in the garden and stare at the wall for a while. He'd be in trouble for not attending to the guests, but he'd cope with the punishment.
They descended the far staircase, James didn't know where Hassen might be, but the human's quarters was a very possible place, and he wanted to avoid Hassen at all costs, especially since he had Linnie. He didn't know what kind of mood Hassen was in. Well, he never knew, but that was beside the point.
As they descended the stairwell, James caught a bloody smell. Damn. That meant he'd have to try and get blood out of the rugs at some point. He hoped Linnie wouldn't mind if he took a detour to investigate. The kitchen was just down a hall and a left and a right from the stairwell after all. Curiously he followed the blood, it was rather old, he realized, down the hall. And then he froze in his tracks.
Not because of the blood though. More because of the sour looking head that had just poked itself out of the door down the hall. He released Linnie's arm as Drake spotted them and stepped all the way out of the door, making his way towards them. And he had a guest by the arm. He was dragging a guest by the foot. Lira? Despite his wariness towards Drake, James spared a moment to cast a wide eyed look at Linnie.
Everything clicked into place in a second. Lira had wounded Linnie, but she'd killed him. She'd been hiding, shell shocked, not because she was afraid of Lira finding her, but because she'd just killed a man. And by the looks of the body Drake was carrying after him like a rag doll, Drake had already taken the last bit of life from the man. He looked rather bleary as well. He must have had more to drink. Of course. And now he was in a bad mood. Hangover. Of course.
Drake slung his arm over his servant's shoulder when he made it within reach of the boy, as he'd released Lira about halfway down the hall, this was much more interesting that an old dead human was any day. "I see you've not cleaned up yet." He said, crooking his elbow at James's throat. "Well, you've got another one for your troubles." the boy reached up and pulled on the arm futilely. It seemed like Drake's new favorite pass time was finding all the different ways he could throttle someone, and James didn't particularly that game. "Guess who killed him, James. Guess." the red eyes flicked upwards, catching the odd eyes of the girl, the only living human in the hall. Ah, they'd not leave until he'd taken out a bit of his bad mood on them.
The chocolate haired boy let out a strangled squeak as Drake pulled his arm tighter. "Good boy." Drake said warmly. "Your right, it was Miss Mallory." He released James all in a sudden, and the boy's face went from all the shades of purple back to it's normal color in a matter of seconds. "She's your new little friend, isn't she James?"
The daemon, throbbing headache and all, gracefully made his way over to the little human girl, catching her shoulder with his pale fingers. "I'll tell you a secret, Little Miss Witch. This time, our little friend over here isn't going to be fed until you go and die." his voice was blunt, his eyes fixed on James. "And no sooner either, since he's been a bad little servant. He's not allowed to go and make nice little friends today." He leaned closer to her ear, still not looking at the human. "So you better go kick the bucket before the boy tears your throat out." Then he laughed loudly, a cold yet mirthful sound.
James flinched at the words, every single one of them, as if Drake had pushed him over and started kicking him. She wouldn't trust him anymore, even if she didn't believe Drake's words. And then she'd end up dying anyway, at the hands of some other human. Looks like he'd have the alone time he'd needed not five minutes ago. he'd have quite a bit of it.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:24:48 GMT
If Linnie noted James's surprise, she did not comment on it. It made little difference to her at the moment. She only wondered where James would take her, and who they might encounter on the way. Linnie trusted James, but more by default than anything else. Her trust was tenuous at best, ready to snap back at any sign of betrayal. However, at the same time, she liked James. Not necessarily in a romantic way, but more like a sibling, if one she had only just met. She felt some immediate bond with him, though its source was unknown to her.
Through all of this, as she slowly regained her strength, some of her earlier anxieties began to return. Drake was not human, and Linnet wondered if James was the same. There always seemed to be an odd separation between him and the captives that was not fully explained by his state of servitude to Drake. Hassen was another worry. He could also be non-human, but mostly he just seemed to be completely insane. Linnie was content with staying out of his way, no matter what he was. To think of it, she would also prefer to stay away from Drake. She always felt like a rabbit cornered by a rabid dog, inches away from death at any given moment.
James made several motions, trying to communicate with her. It took her a moment to understand he was saying something about eating. She had little appetite, but she figured it would be for the best if she did eat. "Uh, I... food would be nice...." Hopefully she would be able to get her strength back, at least a bit, if she ate. They began to descend the stairs, and Linnie gingerly placed her feet, her knees dangerously wobbling as she tried to keep her balance. She was glad for James's arm, for without it she would not have made it down without falling, or at least resting.
After reaching the floor safely, Linnie gave a soft sigh of relief. She still felt wobbly, but at least she was not in danger of falling down the stairs. Instead of the expected turn to the kitchen, James seemed to stiffen for a moment before continuing down a hall that was all to familiar to Linnet. A look of panicked terror crossed her eyes as she took in the blood sprinkled haphazardly on the carpet. Her walk became slower and more unsteady as her entire being told her to run. She could not muster the strength to even pull her arm from James's, so she had no choice but to allow him to lead her down the hall.
Just then, a familiar white head poked out from the door. It was the same room Linnie had been in earlier. To her dismay, James immediately let go of her arm when he saw Drake, and Linnie thought he must have intended to bring her to Drake from the start. Her thoughts became more frantic and rushed as Drake dragged the mutilated corpse of Lira from the room. It seemed that his chest had been ripped open, and dark blood still pooled in the opening. Linnie fought back a wave of nausea as her eyes darted to Drake's unhappy face, before taking in the surprised look on James's face as she caught his eye.
Linnie could only numbly wonder if Drake had done that before pure panic swept through her. Drake hooked his arm around James's neck and began strangling him in a scene that seemed horrifyingly familiar to when Linnet had first woken up. Linnie wondered if it was because James had helped her instead of cleaning, but figured that was not the point, especially if James had brought her to Drake on purpose. If their goal was to terrify her, it was certainly working. Perhaps Drake was trying to make her snap, cause her terror to take over. If that was what he wanted, Linnie determined that that would never happen. A new determination flooded her, mixing with the terror, taking away the sharpness of her fear.
Her eyes became more cold and fierce, though still wide with dread. Drake's eyes met hers and she visibly trembled. However, her gaze never wavered from those terrible red eyes. The calm, cool tones of Drake's voice contradicted sharply with his choking James. After a moment, Drake released him, and Linnie let out a breath she did not know she had been holding.
Each step Drake took toward her caused her to tremble, but she stood tall and defiant as she could. She knew she would be unable to flee, and, in that moment, she did not care. She hated the thought that Drake, and even James, might get any pleasure from seeing her run. She could easily picture herself trying and falling, and the mocking laughter on their horrid faces. No, she would not run.
Anger steadily grew in her as Drake carelessly set his hand on her shoulder. With James earlier, it had been different. She had allowed the contact, even initiated it, but Drake just took that contact for granted. The fear of hurt from the simple touch, and the anger at the possibility of being hurt, steadily grew in her. She only just kept herself from writhing out of his strong grip.
She was taken aback by Drake's threat. He would punish James until she was dead by withholding food? Was that why James had seemed guilty before when he had taken soup? As Drake continued, she realized it could not be that simple. What did he really mean? All the unanswered questions began to boil in her, demanding answers, further fueling her despair. More pressure built inside her until she thought she would burst.
Unable to contain herself anymore, to endure that cold, hateful touch, she violently whirled away from the man. At the same time she pushed him as hard as she could in the hope that she could get out of arm's reach before he could harm her. She hoped she could surprise him enough to knock him off his feet. Stumbling back, her knees gave out and she sunk to the carpet. Putting her hands out for support, she looked back up into those red eyes.
Her voice began at a near growl, a sound that was disturbing coming from the throat of such a frail, petite woman. "Wot are you? I know you're no' 'uman, so wot? A vampire per'aps? Are they evan 'uman?" she said, pointing to James though she meant both James and Hassen. Her voice began to rise, anger coloring each word and making her a bit difficult to understand. "Why are ya doin' this? Wot 'ave you ta gain from this madness? Why? Wot are you?" The last word came out in a vehement shout that seemed immediately swallowed up by the walls surrounding them. There was a moment of stillness as the words echoed in Linnie's mind. She wavered back and forth between fear and hate, eyes dilating and contracting as fear washed over her only to be forced back by her intense anger.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:24:56 GMT
When the human girl pushed away from him Drake rocked back on his heels, absorbing the strike with an irritated grimace. She stumbled less than a metre before falling to her knees,. Ah yes, he'd almost forgot, Lira had wounded her. She probably wasn't in the best condition to be doing things like running away or fighting. But still she looked back up at him, fire in those eyes. Silly little human, it would be much easier on them if they didn't get so worked up about trivial things. She let out a ferocious set of questions, she had been contemplating this for a while. Perhaps not the wisest occupation for her time, but humans did as humans did. And it was a good way to burn off all his pent up annoyance. And it was fun, tormenting humans.
The daemon took a few delicate steps, circling Linnie until he was within arm's reach of James,`which wasn't as easy as it should have been because the boy was slowly inching away, sensing that something bad was about to happen. because when bad things happened they often happened to him for some reason. And that reason was Drake. "Well then, are you done now?" he asked after a beat, when it seemed her avalanche of questions had come to an end. "You know, those are quite prying questions, it's not nice to go around asking people what species they are, but I suppose I'll indulge you since you asked so nicely."
He wrapped his arm around James's neck again, this time merely to lean on the smaller form rather than throttle him. The boy glanced up at Linnie for a moment, trying to convey how sorry he was that he'd even thought about walking down this hall. He could defend her against Hassan, or one of the humans, but saying no to Drake was a very bad idea because that was the one entity that held James's life in his hands. And he could easily be careless with it.
"Well, I am Drake." The daemon said, a faint grin across his face. "And I'm not a vampire. I'm not even sure if those exist, to be quite honest. Have you ever met one, James?" James stared at the floor. "No? That's what I thought. I'm what your kind call...err...not a cherubim, you know, those ones with the wings. An angel? Hmm, that sounds foolish." he leaned his head to one side, red eyes caught on a spot near Linnie's head. "Although, now that I think about it, that didn't work out too well for me. It was a foolish occupation, so the name does fit. This job is much more fun, I would agree. Death is the most affable partner a man could wish for." He flashed the full regiment of his shark-teeth for a moment, eyes wandering back to the human's face. "Wouldn't you say?"
Drake began tracing his fingernail across James's throat restlessly, right above where he knew a carotid resided. That artery didn't just bleed, it gushed. But now was not the time for that. he'd have to keep control of himself. Somewhat. Murdering simply didn't have the same effect without an artful buildup, of course. Unless it was for his own benefit, in that soul-eating sort of way. Then it didn't matter, as long as supper was soon in its arrival.
"Although, you humans don't know a good time when it hits you in the face." He mock pouted, eyes still fixed on the girl's face hungrily. Ah, he was a greedy little monster, but when offered two meals within a few hours of each other the need always did seem to grow for some reason. "Or luck. Really, you've got a place to stay and food to eat for free for the rest of your sorry little lives, but you silly little creatures don't seem very grateful. Or maybe I just have a habit of picking out the most ungrateful little slugs." Drake tsked and shook his head.
"But back to your questions, my little witch. Who do you mean by they, dear? My little James? Hmm. James what are you anyway? I never really thought about it. Human enough, I suppose. Aren't you." Drake had to tighten his hold on the servant, who was beginning to fidget. James liked attention, but he didn't want this kind of attention. This was more than a little game of cat and mouse, and he really didn't want to have to clean more blood off the carp-
The lad let out a low wail as serrated teeth lodged briefly in the side of his neck, right in the place the fingernails had been mapping out. That had been entirely unexpected. It was not a typical punishment from Drake, unless of course he just wanted to drive the servant to the brink of desperation and watch him try and kill the girl just to get a bit of relief. That was what Drake deemed good entertainment. The daemon held up his torso for a moment as James tried vainly to staunch the bleeding before he was dropped completely to the floor.
Drake spat out the blood in his mouth, James tasted too much like him to be considered as a source of food, it was too similar to self-cannibalism, a road that Drake never wanted to turn down. "Well," He said to the human girl as James twisted at his feet. "I suppose if you wait a few hours you'll discover if he's human or not." His voice was infused with a cloying cheer and he poked the lad with his shoe. "But if the position does open up, would you be interested, Miss Mallory? You seem like a hard working girl." The daemon laughed, much too amused by his own wit, a by-product of spending too much time alone with only James for company. And James wasn't very good company for banter.
James, now lying on the floor facing upwards, both hands clamped to the side of his neck, with blood leaking out from between his fingers, tried to calm himself down, to little avail. The side of his neck had been more or less shredded, thanks to Drake's cheerful abandon in using his teeth. James had never quite experienced such a sensation as 'dying' from a bite to the throat, as Drake usually had better ways of doling out murder for his amusement. It didn't really matter though, seeing as whether it had been knife or tooth that slashed his neck, he was still writhing unceremoniously on the floor, teeth gritted so he wouldn't cry out in pain again.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:25:07 GMT
The servant eyed the couple for a moment, carefully awaiting a reply from the girl. None came. After no more than a moment of silence, his attitude changed almost completely. He gave a deep bow, refusing to look up at either the way a servant that had done something wrong and been reprimanded for it might act. There was even a hint of guilt at having forgotten their most basic needs. Deep inside something clicked and old habits, almost forgotten, came rushing back to the surface.
Gone was the wild animal that stalked the shadows, waiting for a chance to inflict the pain he felt upon the others. In its place stood a bodyguard and servant, ready to leap at his master's bidding. The spoiled attitude of the young man grabbed his attention first, and while it didn't have the same underlying vile intentions of his former master, it was close enough to satisfy the servant. This was what he had wanted and been waiting for for so long.
Straightening back up, Hassen motioned for the two to follow and once again took off. This time, however, the pace was much slower and the intense pain showed through the suddenly heavier limp. He walked with a purpose - a better purpose than before, rather - and his previous intentions to hurt, main, or otherwise disfigure his two 'pets' had, well, vanished. It was as though the dark aura that surrounded him had simply vanished.
Twists, turns, and a flight of stairs later, the servant came to an abrupt halt at the sight that greeted him shortly before the kitchen. Oh, what a bloody mess. He wasn't expected to clean it up, was he? My my. As skilled as he was at removing or hiding blood stains, he wasn't too eager to try and fix this particular mess. It was far too large and at least two bodies were still leaking bodily fluid. Namely James and a previous human that had disappeared earlier. Funny how these things always seemed to happen at the most inopportune times. He glanced back at his humans and made a motion for them to stay where they were. Running away would get them nowhere, after all. He would simply hunt them down and teach them a few manners.
Taking a few steps forward, Hassen clapped his hands loudly to try and draw attention to himself. Hopefully Drake would realize that he wished to pass through with his humans and complete his business of feeding. That or Drake would throw a fit and try to kill them, in which case he would have to protect them because he wasn't finished with them just yet. Too many things to do and so many outside forces at work to slow him down! No matter. The servant was more than ready for whatever needed to be done.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:25:14 GMT
As soon as Drake spoke, Linnie began to regret her words. That moment where she did not care whether she lived or died quickly began to frighten her. She really was losing it, wasn't she? She was surprised that Drake had not just killed her on the spot. He did have that authority here, but something kept him from just killing her. Was it just not wanting to get his hands dirty? Linnet highly doubted that because he had just torn a dead man's chest open. Her eyes drifted uneasily to the mutilated body before snapping away again. Perhaps he had another plan in mind for her. The thought made her shudder.
When Drake said he was not a vampire, Linnie gave a silent, though premature, sigh of relief. So she had been worrying about that for no reason. It was a strange idea in the first place. However, any small trace of relief and hope was brutally shattered with his next words. From his words Linnie could only make sense a couple. He was an angel of death....
Her eyes fixed on the floor as she reeled with shock once again. Her childish assumption that Drake could be a vampire was only based on superstition. She knew there had to be another explanation, though a vampire was the easiest. Nevertheless, that did nothing to prepare her for this. Despair washed over her and all hope felt lost. She felt that there was no way to fight this man, no, this angel of death. Her only option was to die.
All of his comments about a good time, luck, and being grateful went over Linnie's head. She was completely unable to comprehend any of it. It was impossible for her to think of something so absurd as being grateful for this death match when she was still trying to process who, or more exactly, what Drake was. The terrible discovery was eased by the fact that she already suspected that he could not be human, but only slightly.
When Drake called her "my little witch" once more, Linnie was able to bring her attention back to his words. She even dared look up at his face with just the slightest trace of anger still covering her own. However, fear was the main emotion on her face. She took in Drake holding James's shoulder tightly and how uncomfortable James seemed. She was half glad that pleasure was no where on his face, though she could easily imagine it on Drake's. He was probably terribly pleased with himself. After all he had scared an easily frightened young woman. How impressive. Despite her anger, a healthy fear was again taking the young woman, causing small trembles and shudders.
Suddenly, Drake's teeth bared and he viciously bit into the boy's neck. Linnet's eyes widened in horror as she gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. Despite her aversion, she was unable to look away. James slumped to the floor and she seemed to slump with him. "Why?" she mumbled, too quiet to hear. After a moment, she said it louder. "But why? Why...why do this? Why bring us 'ere ta kill...." A single sob escaped her and she stopped. She almost seemed surprised she had spoken aloud. At his response, her eyes widened.
Years seemed to pass as she stared wide-eyed and unseeing into the daemon's face, though only a minute passed. Though Drake being an angel of death was hard to grasp, this was far worse. Suddenly, a loud clap jolted her from her stupor. She turned and saw Hassen behind her, with his attention fixed on Drake. Linnie immediately jumped up and stumbled back to the wall, quickly feeling dizzy. Only then did she notice the other two people following him. She stared at them in alarm before her eyes darted to Hassen then Drake before resting on James. She could not imagine how this would turn out, and that terrified her.
Unwilling to face another uncertain situation, she slid to a seated position and hid her face behind her hands.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:25:25 GMT
Miss Mallory was an utter mess. James was too for that matter, but for different reasons. But for a single moment he had her utter attention, as she sobbed and questioned his motives. He paused for a moment and tipped his head slightly to one side, red eyes fixing on her face again. "Why, my dear, isn't it obvious? So I can eat your little human souls." Her eyes grew round and wide. Perhaps it hadn't been that obvious then, she was quite surprised. Silly human. She would die soon enough though, he would make sure of it. Letting her in on all the secrets was great fun, but she couldn't be allowed the go and spread them around. Not that there were many to share the secrets with. Why, she could tell an end table, or Lira's dead body, or maybe a window pane, but nothing of any matter. Just as it should be. And her soul would taste all the better for the fright, what with all the strong emotion probably coursing through her thimble of a body at the moment.
A loud clap brought him out of his amusement a few second after. It made Miss Mallory jump too. Drake whirled around, irritated. "What do you want, Hassen?" His voice reflected his annoyance as he pivoted. He knew it was Hassen, because James was lying on the ground and no one else would dare try to catch his attention in such a way. He tolerated it from Hassen though, because he didn't know better. If he hadn't have picked the stitches out of the wound so often, maybe he'd have a better mouth to carry his voice, but humans would be humans, wouldn't they?
Speaking of humans, there were two following Hassen, Drake noticed as he turned fully. The new ones. "Ah, made some new friends, have we?" He commented, his voice slightly more genial than it had been at first. "If there's a problem, you'll just have to cope, boy, if not, have fun with whatever it is you plan to do." He said as he grabbed Lira's body by the throat and hauled it over his shoulder. No need to leave that laying out in the middle of the floor, like James was currently doing.
"And about our friends, Hassen, check on Allease later. I fear she might be festering, she hasn't been out of her room since yesterday, and I'm not going to feed a useless body, and James is a bit too put out to do anything at the moment." He strolled past the trio of humans, ignoring the two new guests. He was going to disappear back in his quarters and sleep off his headache for a few hours before venturing out to purchase more food for the humans. And perhaps a new player, if all went well.
James, who was still bleeding profusely, paid little attentions to his surroundings until Hassen made an entrance. With a man and a woman trailing behind him. James struggled to sit up, still pressing one hand to his throat to staunch the bleeding that was making his face look whiter than a sheet. Linnie looked to be in shock. If he hadn't been too busy trying to keep himself conscious, he would have done something to comfort her, although there probably wasn't much he could do, considering he probably looked a sight and was part of the reason for her semi-catatonic state. The boy really didn't want to be stepped on, as laying out in the middle of the hall would probably promise, and he had to be somewhat on his guard because Hassen was around. Hassen had never really been on to kick him while he was down for the count too much though, considering all the times James had been in various states of damage. Broken fingers, stab wounds, strangulation, and once a broken neck had plagued him since Hassen joined the group. Okay, the broken neck had been entirely his fault, climbing too far out onto the roof, but other than that.
The boy managed to prop himself up on the wall with a bit of effort, leaning next to Linnie and trying desperately not to touch her. His fingers were still clamped like a vice around his neck, which was now dribbling instead of spurting, as he was at a better angle for gravity, and he was actually very close to running out of blood anyway. It was all on the rug. Another thing to clean up later, oh joy.
James fixed his narrowed eyes on Hassen as the other passed, not threateningly, but warily. Like he could be threatening in this state anyway. Hassen seemed interested in some other task though, so there wasn't much point, other than the fact that he looked downright mournful and in pain with his eyes narrowed like that. The green eyes flicked briefly to the man and the woman, but they didn't hold much interest at the moment. He was too busy worrying about Linnie and tracking Hassen's movements. Everything would be fine so long as no one bothered Linnie. If not, well, James would probably end up being beat up some more. As such is the way of the somewhat immortal life.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:25:32 GMT
The truth was, as far as Saber was concerned, he was the master of the house and of any and all situations. That was simply how he was raised. As his father taught him, if he wanted people to respect him and obey him, he had to act like he deserved that respect. If Saber wanted to be obeyed, he had to act like he was in power. Saber could be wearing rags and filthy, but he would still act like the lord of the manor. Saber would never be a pauper simply because he could walk up to a person and demand that they give him money. With the authority in his voice, no one would question his right to make those demands.
Though Saber was surprised at the change in the servant, he kept himself composed. The change was rather sudden and very welcomed. It seemed all the man needed was a firm hand to guide him in the right direction. After some stern suggestions, he seemed to be the perfect servant. At the very least, he was well behaved and that was something that Saber knew how to control and manipulate as needed. As the servant started to walk again, Saber smirked to himself. He might be stuck here, but at least he had a servant. Saber would be comfortable until he was able to get away. Though, depending on how he was treated here, he might not want to get away. Here there was no annoying father telling him to go out and work or to apply himself more in his studies.
A different man would have been concerned over the servant’s limp, but not Saber. A self-satisfied smirk appeared on his face as he watched the servant move despite the pain. This was Saber’s power. He could make people move despite their pain. It made him feel even more powerful. Saber followed the man through the hallway and just barely avoided hitting the servant when the man stopped. Blood. For the briefest moment there was a flash of something on Saber’s face. Maybe a smile. Maybe a smirk. It was hard to tell. But all Saber could think about was the fact that a fight had taken place here.
Saber would have paid money to see that sort of intense fight. Well, maybe not his money, but someone’s money. On the contrary, instead of fleeing like the servant seemed to warn against, Saber took a curious step forward. Finally, he realized the extent of the mess and rolled his eyes. Hopefully the servant would get the mess cleaned up soon so they could go get some food. Then, and only then, did Saber see the two bodies. Wow. It must have been some fight. Though he knew he should be sickened by the scene before him, instead there was nothing.
Saber waved at the mess and simply said, “Get on with it.” He was hungry. Then servant clapped his hands and the creature Saber had just barely noticed earlier looked over. And what strength this creature had! It simply picked up the body and slung it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Perhaps this was the master of the house. Well, at the very least, now Saber knew the servant’s name: Hassen.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:25:42 GMT
The smirk on her fellow captive’s face unnerved Dante. She felt more or less out of her element as she followed the limping servant, and she couldn’t tell if it was the whole situation or the fact that the darkhaired male on her right seemed to be enjoying the power he apparently held over the limping, scarred servant. If she had to be honest with herself, he creeped her out now, which automatically made her dislike him, not that she would show it as long as it wouldn’t benefit her. She knew nothing certain of her situation, and if she had to, she was going to manipulate her way of it. For that, she needed to appear neutral for now. Maybe this self-satisfied, spoiled brat could be helpful. If not, well, then she could fortunately avoid him… at some point… maybe. She inwardly sighed, glancing at the limp of her guide. She didn’t like the way he forced himself forward in spite of it. Had he been her servant, she would have made him rest in bed until he was better.
As she walked, her skirts swaying softly around her feet, Dante was more or less in her own world, caught in the track of her own thoughts, so when the two other stopped, she didn’t notice until she was slightly in front of Saber, at which point she abruptly stopped, taking a step back to bring herself level with the other once more. Yes, she was a woman, but he no more than a child, and she wasn’t going to stand behind him as though she thought him above her. Not just yet, anyway. For now, she moved her eyes from the two males to examine the world around her, which immediately stilled any movement, her thoughts pausing. As the sight sunk in, the redhead forgot all about Saber and Hassen, her widening eyes instead settling on the pool of blood on the floor. Her lips fell slightly apart, but her hands remained resting on her front, elegantly placed together. So much blood. And… oh god, was that a dead body?! Her eyes immediately narrowed at that, her mouth closing as it settled into a thin line.
She wasn’t the type to panic, which in this case worried her more than a little. She should be panicking, right? She took a deep breath, steadying herself enough to bring her face into yet another inexpressive mien. Her eyes moved ever so slowly to Saber when he spoke, and she almost wanted to slap him right across the face. Who had raised this boy; this unfeeling, cold, terrible being? However, in control as always, she merely redirected her vigilant gaze to the blonde, redeyed being behind the puddle of blood, feigning indifference rather successfully. On the inside though, Dante’s mind was asking a million different questions, but still there was no sense of panic, and she briefly wondered if maybe she was in shock; she definitely felt numb enough. More than enough. Sympathy was clear in her heart, however, a slight ache settling for the poor, dead man, and the male next to him, from who the blood appeared to be coming. A neck wound? How had he gotten that? What had happened here?
Dante didn’t utter a single question though, instead jumping at the sound of Hassen’s clapping, which drew the attention of… of… what was he? The being was towering, and lean, yet he emitted power so entirely Dante almost fell to her knees. This was the master of this house. There was no doubt in her mind, and she was suddenly ecstatic that he appeared busy with the dead body he just… slung over his shoulder… by the neck. This sight almost made her drop her theatrics, but she steeled her resolve, knowing she could do nothing. She doubted anyone could, which made her wonder… what where her options really? How long would she be forced to stay here? No one safe for the small girl by the wall, seemed too bothered by this display of… death. Was that a normal thing here? Was she here so that she could die the same way? No, that couldn’t be right… yet the red eyes of this pale being… well, they could simply make her believe in anything. What was he? No human had red eyes. Dante, however, had never believed in myths and tales, so this was all very unreal to her.
She cleared her throat, her voice deceptively calm and bored as she spoke once the tall being had left with his… hollow human body, “another route to our destination appears preferable in this case, gentlemen.” It was all she said, but her voice was clear and no-nonsense as always, yet feminine and soft. She realized this was the first words she had spoken in this house, and she was only speaking because the pool of blood was too big for her to avoid it in crossing, and she refused to step in it. Mostly because she had a feeling that her shield of numbness would crumble at that particular experience, but also because it was more than a little disgusting. Her words themselves held no actual authority, but her voice very clearly spoke of the fact that she was no lowly woman; unless she was dragged or carried, Dante wasn’t crossing through that blood. It was that simple.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:25:49 GMT
The servant flinched sharply as Drake snapped at him. His lips curled back in a silent growl, but no sound passed his lips. He was in no mood to grace the demon with such a pleasure. Not now, anyways. Having James in such close vicinity had taken away all the happy, fluffy feelings that he had been experiencing lately, what with all the company, even if they did make him more nervous. But even with the defiant growl and the frustrations, he lowered his head so that, hopefully, Drake wouldn't get too angry with him. He'd seen what the demon could and, more importantly, would do to an individual that simply couldn't die; he wasn't too keen on finding out exactly what would happen if he tried to push his limits too much. Besides, this temporary master had been kind enough to grace him with a pet after his last one had away. Poor kitten.
Where had the foolish thing run off to, anyway?
More importantly, there was the matter of food. And Allease, but he would deal with her later. His friends had to be taken care of first. But what about James? He couldn't just leave the boy like that, now could he? The need to give attention was beginning to build up, anyway, and the wounded, bleeding James was more than perfect for the job. So, how to go about this...
James would have to come with him. That was all there was to it. If he wandered off, there was no telling where the boy would wander off to and then Hassen would be stuck searching for the puppy to lavish with love and affection and end up abandoning his new playmates, which would not end well. They needed supervision, for a little while, at least. So he would have to see about carrying or dragging James along. No problem. Next he would have to find an alternate route to the kitchen. There was simply too much blood in the middle of the hallway to be able to pass around it and he just wasn't as lithe as he'd like to be. Not without the added help of adrenaline. There was no point to tracking the mess even further down the halls, either, as it would only be that much more that he had to clean up. Better to keep the mess where it was for now. Besides, Dante had only just spoken up about her desire to find a different way to the kitchen. While not as easy as he would have liked, the servant was more than willing to do so. Next up, he'd have to go check on Allease. This could easily be done while the other two were eating. Oh, but what to do with James. Hmm... He'd deal with that later.
Right, that seemed easy enough. Task in mind, Hassen turned his attention directly to James. The smaller servant eyed him warily, like a caged animal, and Hassen knew better than to just throw himself forward and care for the boy as every protective cell in his body was urging him to do. Instead he carefully dropped to his hands and knees and approached cautiously. Of course he had an advantage in this particular situation. There was no way that James had enough blood left in him to be able to fight the larger servant off. Besides, Hassen wasn't approaching with intent to harm. If that were the case, they'd already be rolling on the floor, biting and clawing for all they were worth. This was clearly different from the usual, to those that knew what 'normal' was with this particular family.
Before James could complain or throw a fit, the servant grabbed the boy and dragged him over before standing up and throwing James over his shoulder. There was a moment where Hassen grimaced, every muscle in his arms and chest spazzeming at the sudden usage, but it didn't last longer than a moment. He then turned around and limp-marched past the couple that had been following him, clicking his tongue to get their attention as he passed. So far, things were going smoothly.
The new route to the kitchen wasn't all that difficult. He had to make a couple turns and wander down the halls a bit, but it wasn't long before he pushed a door open and stepped into the eating room. It was easily recognizable to the pair of butlers, especially because the door had several large gashes running across and a deep canyon running almost through the entire door where Hassen had taken the bar and tried to force his way through. Whatever had happened to the boy? Had he run away as well, or had James taken pity on the poor thing and freed him? It did not concern the servant, so he showed no interest in the matter. Either way, his guests would most likely find the door interesting, if not frightening. After all, they had no way of knowing who had made the marks, how, or even why.
Once near the center of the room, Hassen adjusted James across his shoulder so that he could point to another door, beyond which was the kitchen. They could feed themselves for the time being, since he had two other important tasks, both of which needed to be completed as soon as possible. The sooner Allease was dealt with, the sooner Hassen could move on to caring for James.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:25:57 GMT
Despite the fact that the green eyes were fixed on the taller servant, James didn't register that Hassen was coming towards him until it was too late to even attempt to escape. The other had gotten down on his hands and knees, a silent sign that the other servant wasn't going to do any damage to him, not that James could stop him. Instinctively he moved to defend Linnie, block her from Hassen with his body, but ended up falling against her shoulder for a second before the human servant had him, dragged him a very short ways across the blood stained rug, and he was up and over the other's shoulder. It wasn't a strange movement, to be slung like a limp doll, Drake found it the easiest mode of transportation, and James was used to it. He didn't like it though, even in his wearied, injured state he was going to vocalize just how much he hated Hassen carrying him around. Just as soon as he recovered from the vertigo, what was left of his blood rushing to his face and dribbling over his chin and down his cheeks like backwards tears.
His torso being angled nearly straight down didn't help the situation very much, his body was trying to make enough blood to clot the wound, and it was draining out of him as if he was a dead animal: faster than it could do much good. He couldn't squirm himself free, he knew Hassen's strength and his determination, and at the moment he was too weak to do much of anything other than clutch the human's back, the limping gait of the man making him feel as if he'd fall any second.
When he managed to get his voice back, or what constituted as a voice for the tongueless creature, he started up immediately with a screech that was more of a muffled whine. Then he demanded to be put down, which sounded like a cat in a very small box being kicked repeatedly, since he could do no more than utter vowels in the back of his throat. Hassen was the only person he talked too, or pretended to talk to, as it was. There was a good chance the man couldn't understand him at all, James wouldn't be able to understand himself if he didn't know what he intended to say, but it made him feel better just to make sounds. Drake would have none of the nonsense, and most of the humans they'd met either disregarded him as a servant or didn't live long enough for him to make senseless conversation with. Perhaps the only exception had been Gepetto, but he hadn't done much conversing with that man, in all honestly, he'd just needed the companionship of someone who didn't want to kill him, even though it had only lasted less than two days.
Usually he only vocalized to Hassen when he was displeased, often when they fought he would express his annoyance. He'd spoken quite a bit when he'd taught the servant to write with his other hand as well, Not much of it had meant anything at all, but it helped him keep his patience, because the whole business was rather trying and nerve wracking for him. He didn't like being near Hassen, because quite frankly the man scared him. And he hated Hassen besides because Drake treated him better. It was for a good reason, Hassen would actually die if someone tore out his throat with his teeth. And even though he hated the other with his heart and soul, he didn't want him to die. Then he'd be alone with Drake again, who's attentions were decidedly more sour unless souls were involved, which was growing less and less since their stay at the old manor.
The boy wailed wordlessly a little bit more, his evident distress growing fainter as time wore on until he fell back into fatigue, the short burst of energy lost. He fell limp, his hands out below him, reaching towards the ground. He closed his eyes, submitting for the moment, until he could escape whatever it was Hassen had in store for him, of which he had no idea. He hadn't really thought past the current moment, actually. Whether it was more torment or coddling, which the human edsporadically prone to, mostly directed towards a pet, (The headless kitten had been another time James had to speak, and one of the only times he'd truly felt sorry for the man, watching him care for the decapitated feline had sent shivers down his spine) James decided he wanted none of it.
By the time they made it to the kitchen, James was mostly out, completely still, one eye half open and glazed. His body had put out all efforts to heal him, which would on its own take the better half of a day, replenishing nearly all his blood. The scar of the wound would last three or four days, until it returned to a normal state. Healed slower than topical wounds, but faster than skeletal fractures. When he was shifted he let out a soft distressed sound and his muscles collectively twitched, as if he'd just woken from a dream in which he'd been a single second from hitting the ground, stirred from his almost sleep, but he fell back into the softer plane quickly, managing to find enough energy to clutch the back of Hassen's attire, reminded again that he felt as if he'd fall at any second, but not of exactly what was going on outside of the fact that he was in severe pain and he wasn't lying on the ground.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:26:07 GMT
The sight was interesting to say the least. One man dead, another creature, some blood. Really, quite interesting. Perhaps even more interesting than anything he could have arranged at home. Perhaps being brought here was a good thing. However, Saber was quick enough to gather some basic facts. This was a place where many people died. Likely, many people in his same situation. Maybe this was even a game of sorts, it was hard to tell. There was something about this whole situation that made it feel almost commonplace in this house. However, there was no way for him to tell for sure. For all he knew, he was wildly off base and the master of his house was just a horrible hermit whose only way of making friends was kidnapping them for a dinner party. Not likely, of course, but perhaps just as likely as his imagined situation.
It seemed that the damaged boy would be coming with him. Though, boy was a loose term coming from Saber. Technically, the injured man could be older than Saber. Logically, most people here were older than Saber. However, to Saber, they were all younger than him in rank. Therefore, the lot of them were boys and girls. Or servants. For a moment Saber considered that.
Did servants have a place in his hierarchy of people? They sort of moved about it. They were lower than him, of course, but not in the same way that the average, everyday man was lower than him. Peculiar. Well, no time to dwell on that in such depth now. There were more interesting things unfolding before his eyes. The servant, Hassen was it? Hassen was leading them elsewhere. Hopefully onward towards food. Saber’s stomach rumbled in agreement, not at all put off by the amount of carnage he had just witnessed.
Saber followed the servant through the twists and turns of the hallways, watching the woman out of the corner of his eye as well. He was studying her without being obvious about it. Most women went unnoticed by him in the normal parts of his day. Of course, nights and times of pleasure were entirely different stories. However, for some reasons she had been brought here as well. Perhaps their “invitations” were purely random. Perhaps they had simply been easy prey for whoever ultimately brought them here. Or, perhaps, there was more to it. Maybe there was something special about them. Clearly there was something special about Saber, but what of the woman?
The servant pointed to a door and Saber shrugged before pushing it open. What was the worse that could happen? “Ah, finally,” Saber said in an almost too cheery tone as they entered the kitchen. Just what he needed. Food. Though, it looked like he was going to have to fetch his own food. That was annoying. He doubted he could persuade the woman to do it, though naturally, she should jump to it. The servant seemed preoccupied with the injured creature, making a mess everywhere with his dripping bodily fluids.
A shame. It looked like he would have to find something for himself. With a somewhat dramatic sigh, Saber began digging through the cupboards for something to eat.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:26:15 GMT
Like with almost everything in this place, Dante found herself perplexed at what she saw. What she experienced. Hell, even what she felt. Nothing made much sense here, and she honestly wasn’t too fond of it. She got to reply as to whether or not they would be taking another route, but the servant, Hassen, seemed not entirely opposed to the idea. She had to appreciate the little things, it seemed. So she said no more, but fell right back into her observant, almost invisible state, and as such, Dante showed no reaction when Hassen began crawling on the floor, soon throwing the bleeding boy over his shoulder, much like one would a big bag of flour or rice. It was more than a little alien, and in truth Dante was starting to worry about her own lack of feelings towards all of this.
She shook it off as they began walking, however, telling herself again and again, that she should just let things be, figure things out by herself, keep quiet, and perhaps manage to get out of there alright, or… at least alive. She was slightly offended by the fact that they had yet to be taken under any consideration by the master of the house. But then again, another part of her was glad, because she felt certain that creature in there didn’t often pay any kind attention to anyone.
Dante didn’t miss the fact that her co-guest seemed to be watching her, trying to read her. Good luck, she thought to herself, inwardly smirking. Hell, if he did figure her out, she’d probably bake him cookies or something, because as it was, that had yet to happen. Not because Dante was that terribly complicated a woman, but rather, because the façade on top of that simple woman, was very complicated. She sent a look in his direction, letting indifference, but slight amusement, sink into that one look, letting him know she had noticed, that she welcomed the challenge, and that she was not worried. So many things could be put into the looks one chose to give others. The difference between Dante and most, was that she could so easily control it.
Dante’s gaze was soon on the bleeding man, however. He seemed to be struggling to stay awake. Hell, he should be dead by now judging by the amount of blood he had lost. The fact that he still had enough energy to wince and to clutch the Hassen’s shirt, was astounding, and a little too much of a miracle, actually. Hmm. She’d put that away for later consideration. Suddenly, the servant stopped, and almost simultaneously, Dante stilled completely, gaze following the direction in which he was pointing. She wondered if he even could talk. Maybe that nasty scar on his cheek had something to do with that. But then again, maybe he simply did not like talking. That seemed awfully tedious when trying to explain something, however.
For some reason, Saber’s comment irritated her. His attitude irritated her, she supposed. He was simply too spoiled, too arrogant. There was a certain line one should never cross as a parent, and this boy’s parents had clearly crossed it with him. Spoiled rotten was the perfect expression to describe him, if you asked Dante. She had enough of his type in her life already. She inwardly sighed and followed him into the kitchen regardless, though. It seemed it was time for food. She didn’t have much of an appetite, although she felt she probably needed nourishment of some sort.
As Saber began looking through cupboards, having sighed as though he expected her to serve him, Dante raised an eyebrow. This was, most likely, the liveliest expression she had outwardly made since she woke up. She straightened her gown and gracefully seated herself on a chair by the dining table, watching him, not even bothering to hide it. “Do You know how to prepare a meal, sir?” She asked him calmly, her tone almost bored as she gave him a once over. She very much doubted he had ever learned such a thing, overtly spoiled little boy that he was. Truthfully she wasn’t sure he could even make a sandwich if he found the proper produce. He would probably end up eating raw meat, because he didn’t know how to prepare it, or something like that. Her face fell back into an inexpressive mien as she eyed him curiously.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:26:24 GMT
Watching the humans had been quite fun - and still was, actually - but it was time to move on. Hassen could feel James' every movement, especially when the pitiful creature grabbed at him nervously. The servant was careful not to lose his grip on James since that would defeat the purpose of carrying him around to fix him up later. The human's attention shifted to the other human male as the man strolled into the kitchen. It was amazing, how calm that man was. Too calm, really. Surely his mind was close to breaking point by now. A little push and that broken mind would be perfect for molding.
The hand froze in midair, eyes widening slightly. "Perfect for molding"? The servant was frozen in place as he dissected the sentence in his mind. Something deep inside of him stirred and the more he searched the closer to the surface the thought came. The sentence was familiar but not in the sense that he had heard it before. Rather, he felt as though someone had done the same to him, which was why he was having these thoughts in the first place. What had happened anyway? His hand pulled back and flipped over so that he could stare at his palm curiously as he began to backtrack in his mind. Thinking about it carefully, he remembered being gentle, kind, and caring. Alexander had been his important man, the center of his world. His everything, so to speak. So what had happened? Why was he so angry and suspicious all the time? There had been a girl involved. Alexander had been hurt-
A sharp pain and sudden fear snapped his thoughts away. Something had happened to Alexander, he knew that much, but he was too afraid of what it was to continue the train of thought. There was an important gap missing, but fear drove him away. Shaking his head, Hassen decided that it was high time he took care of Alexander again. He could take care of James at the same time if he was careful.
The two humans were left to their own devices and Hassen shifted James slightly, making him easier to carry, before simply leaving. That was right. No more thought was given to the two humans that he had brought with him as he turned and walked away from the kitchen. A few turns and a long hallway brought the servant to Allease's room. He stood at the door for a moment, deciding what to do, before finally dumping James off to the side. More time was spent pushing the boy into what looked like a comfortable sleeping position before he left again. It was some time before he came back, a good half hour at least, and the familiar iron rod was clutched in his grip. The door opened to allow him inside and shut behind him. Seconds later a blood-curdling scream echoed through the manor before ending quite suddenly. Poor girl thought she'd be safe hiding in her room. Well, Drake wasn't going to feed someone that wouldn't play, and Hassen has his hands full with his new friends and James. When the door opened again, Hassen left it open for any curious passerby to look inside. He did, however, carry the dead body on one shoulder.
It took quite a bit of manipulation and massive amounts of pain, but Hassen finally had both James and the girl over his shoulders. The body left a trail of blood behind them and the servant had been forced to leave the bloody bar behind, but he made it safely back to the kitchen with little trouble despite the fact that his legs were practically buckling under him and his back looked ready to give out. Despite the weight, he made it to the kitchen in one piece and threw the body on one of the counters. Drake could do whatever he wanted to the girl now that Hassen was sure the point had been made clear. Surely she would listen this time. And maybe she could get something to eat while she waiting. That seemed like a win-win situation. Not to mention, his humans now had someone else to play with!
The girl had been taken care of and the humans were feeding, which only left Alexander and James. Leaving once again, Hassen made his way through the mansion until he reached the stairs where he finally came to a halt. He didn't want to climb them. His legs hurt from the constant moving around and he didn't feel like going up two flights of stairs, but James really did need treatment of some kind relatively soon. Fine, he would just bring James to Alexander's room. With this thought, he began the painful climb up the stairs, down the hall, and into Alexander's special room. James was deposited on the foot of the bed and then carefully drawn out so that he was lying straight, his legs dangling off the end. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
As much as he wanted to continue his plans to care for the two individuals, Hassen was in far too much discomfort to do so. Instead, he checked up on Alexander and, satisfied that nothing had changed, crawled onto the bed in what remaining space there was. He didn't care that the door was half open and that anyone could come in, or that he was practically falling off the bed. He simply nestled his back against along his master's right side and tucked his head against Jame's shoulder before closing his eyes to try and drift into an uneasy sleep.
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:26:33 GMT
Lira was discarded shortly after Drake left the ragtag group, propped up in a door frame so James could find his carcass later. He left his jacket draped over the dead body’s shoulders as well, as it was too bloody to continue wearing, thanks to James. The boy really should learn to not bleed everywhere, but what could a daemon do? He rested the delicate fingers of one hand against his forehead, trying to manage his headache, which was worsening his mood by the moment. He should sleep it off, but that was boring, and there was too much interest to be had in the current going-ons. Hassen had the two new humans, the ones who’d replaced Mister Dominic and Miss Allease, even though she wasn’t dead yet. He needed one to replace Lira as well. He’d scared the living water out of Miss Linnet. Which left one he did not know the whereabouts of. Miss Elizabeth. She was probably hiding; perhaps she’d tucked herself into a room and barricaded the door or some such thing. Well, that was no fun. He’d have to send someone to search for her later. Perhaps he could go find a replacement now. Tormenting humans usually made him feel better, maybe he needed a new one to play with, since all the others had either hidden, or were with the servants. And he couldn’t verily bother Miss Linnet for a while, she was in a fragile state, and it wouldn’t be very fun to shatter her again until she’d made some progress healing. Or died. Whichever came first.
After changing into more appropriate attire, Drake wandered out of manor. He had the only key to the outside world, and he trusted no one else to defend it. James possessed one to the inner gardens, but there was more fencing around them, so even if someone stole his key they’d only become trapped outside. And James only had that key because he seemed so bent on burying the dead, some human tomfoolery. But as long as he did something useful with the bodies, it didn’t bother Drake much. The roses would certainly benefit from a few rotting corpses under the soil.
He’d kept tabs on a young man for a short while now, and now seemed the perfect time to take him, stir things up a bit. Mister Saber probably wouldn’t appreciate the competition, right now he was trapped in a castle full or women. And Hassen. But he needed a motivator to hurry things up. Well he didn’t need it, but he didn’t want the humans living for very long in his manor, because there was a chance they could try to rebel, and Drake rather loathed trying to deal with the stupid creatures when they were trying to attack him. Perhaps he could find a way to store souls for safe keeping instead of gorging himself all the time. Just in case they had to flee again, he’d have sustenance for the journey, instead of having to talk to the reaper again, because that old blighter wasn’t very good company. Gave him chills up his spine, that creature did. One of the few other entities in the world that knew of his special condition, and just where to find his soul. Of course, because it was his job, and he wouldn’t act on it, since he was a separate entity from the upper and lower realms. So Drake was safe from him, for the most part. He was still exceedingly creepy though.
It wasn’t too long after that Drake had his prize and an extra passenger as well. It was nearly the middle of the day, so he had to be careful, but he hadn’t wanted to use drugs on them, then it would take them much too long to wake up, so he’d just given both of them a good wallop over the skull in the end. Disregarding the fact that he’d needed to purchase more food for the humans, he was due to run out in less than a week, he lugged the two of them back home. The boy and his servant. Usually he would have left the woman, but she’d seemed so eager to come! Attacked him and everything. And it was rather fun to have the butlers around, even if this was a female one.
Not wanting to be disturbed by the other humans, he dumped the two in the front receiving room, which none of the humans had wandered into of yet. It was a cozy looking place, perhaps the most well decorated in the manor. Perhaps it was a good thing no one had made it here yet. He really didn’t want to go replacing any of these things. It would be quite a shame. Especially the upholstery. Many of the chairs were quite old, and all of them had been swiped from the same house, after the former occupants had died. He slumped the two of them onto a loveseat and then crossed the room to settle himself in his armchair, resting his chin on his knuckles and waiting for the two to wake up. His headache was starting to abate, or perhaps he was forgetting about it under the light of much more interesting things. The foul mood still lingered though, despite the dissolving of the pain in his skull. Oh, he did hope the humans would hurry up and wake up already. He hadn't hit them that hard, had he?
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Post by Pieluver on Nov 2, 2022 1:26:42 GMT
Andrew was following a lead he got from his 'sources' pertaining to the location of his father, but he had very little time to investigate and he had to leave as soon as he got the news of the lead. His maid was accompanying him, since she demanded to come along. Andrew was a bit lenient concerning having things be demanded of him, but he didn't follow a command unless it meant his survival. He was making a foolish mistake due to emotions being brought into the situation, so he would have to pay for being naive. He should have investigated the lead before jumping in blindly, since he could have saved himself from the experience that he was soon to be put through. He was wearing a formal suit and Juliet was wearing attire of the same sorts, since he didn't know how to blend in and it would be quite hard to with the mannerisms he had implanted into him by his servants and family. They were both at fault that day, since Andrew was too distracted by emotions to behave normally and Juliet was not prepared for fighting. "Juliet, is what we're doing right?" Andrew asked this simply yet important question. His mind was jumbled by emotion, so he decided that he would need input from someone besides him. He enjoyed having people add to a conversation or plan, since people could usually find holes in his plans and help fix those holes. He didn't really care about the fact that he was rich, but it was convenient to be able to bribe the staff of corporations. "I don't know if it is a good idea to go out without investigating." Juliet was somewhat aware of the dangers of their situation, but she also knew that Andrew could not simply ignore this lead.
Andrew had a perfect carefully measured walk and his eyes seemed to be dull, but he was analyzing all clues around him. He was a bit calm, but he wasn't going to risk being kidnapped or anything like that. He has scared many adults by simply making use of his extensive vocabulary. He mostly enjoyed messing with psychologists, since they usually thought that he had a simply god-complex or something textbook. It was the middle of the day, so Andrew thought that it would be a perfect time to initiate his plan to get his father back. He knew that the lead was probably a trap, but he also knew that this person knew quite a bit about his father. Juliet was much more observant and careful, since she was tasked with protecting the young heir to the White fortune. Many people that Andrew was a messed up child and they were right, but he had no trauma as a child unless losing his father counts as trauma. He was simply pessimistic and cynical by nature, yet people always wanted people to have a history for being bad. He didn't enjoy being pitied upon by people who knew of his father not being around, so he usually utterly scared those who angered or bother him enough. He would never let anyone who bothered him know they were bothering him, since he knew that he could come up with a plan to take people out without being caught. Quite frankly, the idea of being jailed didn't appeal to him and he tried to not be caught when on his money making endeavors.
A man attacked the duo, but Juliet wasn't very prepared to fight and she was still busy getting ready to fight to notice that Andrew had already been knocked out. Andrew had a very weak physique, since the idea of exercise didn't appeal to him in the slightest. He could barely run and he usually never needed to directly interfere with his plans, so he barely had any chance to exercise. She dropped the knife that she had in her hand, but she couldn't grab any of the other knives or risk getting killed. She had managed to barely dodge a bit of the hits directed to her, but she was struggling and this was not normal of someone of her lineage. She was a bit fueled by anger, so her attacks were sloppy. She eventually knocked out the same way her master was. Her trainers would be very disappointed in the way she acted, since she had been trained to fight against this very type of situation. Or at least she thought that she had been trained to handle these types of situation. If, it had been anyone else, then she would have probably beat the person. It was pure luck that their capturer decided to bring along Juliet, since Andrew would not be able to fend with himself unless he simply stayed out of the way of others. It was quite embarrassing for rich folk to be knocked out so quickly, but Andrew didn't care about his pride. He would actually enjoy his stay at Drake's manor. That is, if Andrew even survived his days there. Andrew was not afraid of death, since it would happen to everyone and he would be sure to leave his mark on the world before he died. To him life was a board of chess. The players were him and the world, but he only saw this as a challenge and not an unfair game.
The two were dumped into an evening room, but Juliet would be the last to wake up and that would work in their favor. They were both lucky that they would only be waking up with a slight headache and not a serious injury, since it would be quite hard for Andrew to formulate any effective plans while constantly being annoyed by mental pain. Andrew's first response to being awake would be to compliment the room, if he was awake that is. They were both slumped into a loveseat, but Andrew would pay no heed to that fact once he became conscious.
He became conscious, but he was still a bit groggy and he was still processing what recently happened. He had no idea what time it was, but he didn't want to bother looking for a clock. He wondered where or who he was, since he had temporary amnesia and his memory would return once he could work out his thoughts. It didn't take much time before he quickly remembered his name and other essential facts about him. He wondered what he was doing sitting down next to Juliet, since he thought that he was supposed to be doing something. Wait? What was I doing earlier? He thought this simple thought and a flash of recognition was on his face, since he remembered that he had lost consciousness suddenly after being subjected to a hit. He rubbed his head and the spot where he was hit hurt a bit, but not enough to call attention to it. He rubbed his eyes and his vision focused, so he could now see the man in an armchair. He guessed that this was the man that abducted him, but he wondered why he wasn't tied up or anything of the sorts. He quickly thought that the best response would be to stay calm and collected, since he could be killed any second and he didn't have Juliet's protection. He wasn't stupid enough to react chaotically, since he knew that it was better to not show fear in front of a person captors. There doesn't appear to be anyone with him, but there is always the chance that we are being monitored by someone. He appears to have an adequate taste for furnishings, so I'm guessing that he may not need any ransom money. He's probably just a person who is bored and wishes to torture me, so I don't have to worry about imminent death, yet. His thoughts were calm and he was looking over them, until he remembered that he had company. "Excuse me, but may I please be introduced to my kidnapping host?" He had a calmness in his voice and he was sure to address the fact that he knew he was kidnapped with subtlety, but it took him a bit of time to come up with a correct question. He hoped that he could perhaps get a name from this person or a reaction, so he could properly react to this person. The lead for his father was a true lead, but he would never find his father and Drake was not the one to give the lead. Andrew guessed that he had just been unlucky, so he decided to not bother asking about his father. He knew that Juliet would probably instinctively attack Drake, so he decided to warn his 'amiable' host about his maid. "I would be careful of my maid, since she can be quite feisty and you seem to be a dangerous man." He was simply stating facts and he was thinking of ways to escape his prison, but no plans seemed plausible. This man hadn't trapped him with shackles or anything of the sort, so it would be foolish to try escaping without knowledge of the house. He also knew that this man could probably kill Andrew in one hit, since this man seemed to be able to beat one of the world's best martial artists in a couple of blows. The odds were not in his favor, but he could try to make use of his situation. He patiently waited for a response to his simple, yet important question.
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