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(Ash's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Oct 22 2024]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Ash says "Kah! "
Ash says "Bear! Bear! Please!"
Ash says "Don't let Emmanuel get me! Don't let him buy me! Please! Let me go... what do y'all want? I've got money! I've got pull! Please!"
Ash says "Nikolai? "
Ash says "Korina! "
Ash says "HELP! HELP! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!"
Ash kicks at the screen, then at the prison walls.
Ash says "NO! NO! KAH! BEAR! PLEASE!"
Ash says "HELP ME!"
"Onto the table, merci," Emmanuel directs the Syndicate thugs as he hands over a crisp one dollar bill, and extends a closed-lipped smile toward them. It's clear that the Frenchman is about as fond oft them as he is the person that he'd bought from them. When Ash is placed on the table he moves to strap them down, and then settles down a metal helmet over their head, "You are welcome, hm?"
Ash looks up at Emmanuel with red eyes filled with tears. They're shaking, sobbing, then arch their back with pain.
"No sanctuary, hm?" Emmanuel comments quietly, raising a hand to reach up and remove the mask that was covering his features. They're nearly as blank as the face of the covering had been. "How did your attempt to capture that poor young woman go, hm? Did you manage to hunt her down, and eat her?" He asks of the bound enby, conversationally, while lifting his axe up to rest on his shoulder.
Ash shakes their head, drawling, "No, I didn't. You put a stop to that."
Ash looks up to the roof, the gold in their eyes fading to green.
"Good." Emmanuel answers simply, slinging the rifle around his torso so he can double-hand the axe now as he moves to stand by Ash's side, "It was a lucky break, hm? That the nightmare drew us together. Rare." The Frenchman starts to raise the weapon then, up above his head, while staring down at Ash stone-faced. "Goodbye, Ash. This is going to be a difficult week for Izzy, hm?"
Ash screams in pain as they truly believe, for the moment, that they've been beheaded. They felt like they saw it coming. They should know better, how it works, but they believe it in this moment, and their body tries to scream in agony even without a throat.
There's a snort of actual laughter from Emmanuel then, as his expression breaks and he tosses the axe over to clatter on the floor, "Non a nice feeling, hm? To feel death coming and unable to do anything about it, is it?" He wonders of Ash, watching as the poor fellow comes to term with their near death experience. There's a pause then as the Templar reads over the display, before shaking his head, and shifting to plug another piece of machinery into Ash, "Do not fret, I don't want to spend too much time with you, hm? It hurts me more than it hurts you."
Ash begs Emmanuel, "Please, you *know* I'm sick. You *know* I hardly have anything to give. Why are you doing this? Please, let me go! I'll go to church, I'll seek absolution... I just don't want to drain it away." They sob, before asking, "Wh... why did you say, to feel death coming? What does that have to do with me? I've never tried to kill you."
"Oui, I know you're sick." They're clearly talking about a different sort of sick here, judging by Emmanuel's tone. He leans over to pluck up the capsule of stolen life-essence, drawing it toward Ash's gaze, "This? This will go towards protecting those that you eat. Like they are little more than snacks, hm?" The Templar tucks it away then, small as the contribution may be, and then leans over to place an elbow against Ash's stomach, using them as a table, "You know, the irony? All this strength that you have been chasing is exactly what is painting the target on you. People who live their lives without giving into the magic, and the corruption? The Temple does not give a shit." He takes a long breath then, exhaling, and then asks, "What killed Dean?"
Ash blinks at Emmanuel, before drawling, "They're not snacks! They're people! I'm sick of people doing that. Talking like there's only two sides of the coin. There's instrumental evil... just like *you*." They curse Emmanuel with their glare, before responding to the rest. "I'm not chasing corruption. I know that Dean was trying to kill himself forever. I was thinking about dropping from school, I can't go back to how I was, but I could stay like this... this is enough."
They pause a moment before realizing that he may not have been metaphorical when he asked about what killed Dean. So, they answer more directly, "Silver, of course. A silver dagger to the heart." They look away, looking miserable.
Ashs Syndicate Bargain 241023
(Ash's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Oct 22 2024]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Ash says "Kah! "
Ash says "Bear! Bear! Please!"
Ash says "Don't let Emmanuel get me! Don't let him buy me! Please! Let me go... what do y'all want? I've got money! I've got pull! Please!"
Ash says "Nikolai? "
Ash says "Korina! "
Ash says "HELP! HELP! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!"
Ash kicks at the screen, then at the prison walls.
Ash says "NO! NO! KAH! BEAR! PLEASE!"
Ash says "HELP ME!"
"Onto the table, merci," Emmanuel directs the Syndicate thugs as he hands over a crisp one dollar bill, and extends a closed-lipped smile toward them. It's clear that the Frenchman is about as fond oft them as he is the person that he'd bought from them. When Ash is placed on the table he moves to strap them down, and then settles down a metal helmet over their head, "You are welcome, hm?"
Ash looks up at Emmanuel with red eyes filled with tears. They're shaking, sobbing, then arch their back with pain.
"No sanctuary, hm?" Emmanuel comments quietly, raising a hand to reach up and remove the mask that was covering his features. They're nearly as blank as the face of the covering had been. "How did your attempt to capture that poor young woman go, hm? Did you manage to hunt her down, and eat her?" He asks of the bound enby, conversationally, while lifting his axe up to rest on his shoulder.
Ash shakes their head, drawling, "No, I didn't. You put a stop to that."
Ash looks up to the roof, the gold in their eyes fading to green.
"Good." Emmanuel answers simply, slinging the rifle around his torso so he can double-hand the axe now as he moves to stand by Ash's side, "It was a lucky break, hm? That the nightmare drew us together. Rare." The Frenchman starts to raise the weapon then, up above his head, while staring down at Ash stone-faced. "Goodbye, Ash. This is going to be a difficult week for Izzy, hm?"
Ash screams in pain as they truly believe, for the moment, that they've been beheaded. They felt like they saw it coming. They should know better, how it works, but they believe it in this moment, and their body tries to scream in agony even without a throat.
There's a snort of actual laughter from Emmanuel then, as his expression breaks and he tosses the axe over to clatter on the floor, "Non a nice feeling, hm? To feel death coming and unable to do anything about it, is it?" He wonders of Ash, watching as the poor fellow comes to term with their near death experience. There's a pause then as the Templar reads over the display, before shaking his head, and shifting to plug another piece of machinery into Ash, "Do not fret, I don't want to spend too much time with you, hm? It hurts me more than it hurts you."
Ash begs Emmanuel, "Please, you *know* I'm sick. You *know* I hardly have anything to give. Why are you doing this? Please, let me go! I'll go to church, I'll seek absolution... I just don't want to drain it away." They sob, before asking, "Wh... why did you say, to feel death coming? What does that have to do with me? I've never tried to kill you."
"Oui, I know you're sick." They're clearly talking about a different sort of sick here, judging by Emmanuel's tone. He leans over to pluck up the capsule of stolen life-essence, drawing it toward Ash's gaze, "This? This will go towards protecting those that you eat. Like they are little more than snacks, hm?" The Templar tucks it away then, small as the contribution may be, and then leans over to place an elbow against Ash's stomach, using them as a table, "You know, the irony? All this strength that you have been chasing is exactly what is painting the target on you. People who live their lives without giving into the magic, and the corruption? The Temple does not give a shit." He takes a long breath then, exhaling, and then asks, "What killed Dean?"
Ash blinks at Emmanuel, before drawling, "They're not snacks! They're people! I'm sick of people doing that. Talking like there's only two sides of the coin. There's instrumental evil... just like *you*." They curse Emmanuel with their glare, before responding to the rest. "I'm not chasing corruption. I know that Dean was trying to kill himself forever. I was thinking about dropping from school, I can't go back to how I was, but I could stay like this... this is enough."
They pause a moment before realizing that he may not have been metaphorical when he asked about what killed Dean. So, they answer more directly, "Silver, of course. A silver dagger to the heart." They look away, looking miserable.