Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24123288-20140216153812

Mikasa lay on her back, panting heavily. The last of the water in the bucket had been inhaled into her lungs and coughed out. The floor around her was soaked as were her clothes. They continued to cling to her skin. They clung so tight, if someone was to peer closely at her arms, they would be able to count all the gossebumps that were constantly springing up.

“Twelve thousand and eighty…four.” Bellator concluded with a nod of his head, standing up from his crouched position where he had been peering at her arms beforehand.

Sanzo found this incredibly delightful and his laughter rang out again, echoing through the halls of the Ayleid Ruin she was trapped in.

“You ready to talk yet mage?” Sanzo questioned, his laughter cutting off  instantaneously as his previous frustrations at Mikasas silence bubbled under the surface. Mikasa follishly opened her mouth and breathed in sharply, like she was going to talk and Sanzo leaned forward on the small wooden chair he was sat on, the chair creaking under the small frame of the Wood Elf due to its age.

After several seconds, Mikasa exhaled and closed her mouth, continuing her silence. This set the little Bosmer off. His anger finally spilling over as he stood up off the chair so quickly it tipped over and landed hard on the ground. He was standing over Mikasa in an instant, aiming her sword at her arm.

“You’re lucky we get paid more for bringing you in alive you ignorant little bitch!” Sanzo snapped, gently placing the sword tip on the Bretons arm.

“But…you don’t have to be in perfect condition…” His voice lowering into a sinister hiss as he slowly pulled the sword down Mikasas arm, leaving a large, painful scratch.

The Breton groaned in pain, trying not to give him the satisfaction of winning, but she wasn’t a trained scout, she had no idea how to resist torture. How to block out the pain…

“W-what does…” She stammered before being interrupted.

“What does what!?” Sanzo asked excitedly, pleased that he didn’t have to damage his cargo too much before he broke her.

Mikasa rolled her eyes, unable to hide her frustration.

“What does…Argonian taste like? I need to…need to cook one with my sword…”

The Bosmer looked surprised for a second before his anger returned.

“Think your funny do you mage? How would I know what an Argonian would taste li-“

“Crocodile!” Bellator announced, earning him a murderous glare from Sanzo and a harsh, pained chuckle from Mikasa.

The Bosmer snapped and slapped Mikasa across the face with her sword. “Shut up mage! You have no right to talk or laugh anymore. The world around us is changing.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No…Not a mage…” Mikasa lied, through gritted teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sanzo laughed again. “I know you’re lying Breton. When Bellator snapped that twig on purpose, you raised your free hand up before your strange sword.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasas body froze, realising her pathetic attempt at lying her way out of this had ultimately met its destiny in failure.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y’see…that’s how we tell if you’re a mage or not…” Bellator piped up again, feeling the need to state the obvious.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Exactly.” Sanzo agreed, nodding his head, still keeping his boot firmly planted on Mikasas chest. “It’s never failed us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa sighed and looked up to the ceiling again, observing the odd green glow of that gave Ayleid ruins such an eerie feel to them.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Ruins like this are usually full with skeletons and zombies! For them to have set up a base here, they must be incredibly skilled fighters. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">The Breton couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, earning her another swift scratch down her arm. It was unlucky the Wood Elf hadn’t released her hands by accident.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Or extremely lucky. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why are you keeping me here in this pit, if it’s the Imperial City you have to take me to, to get your gold?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Simple, Mage.” The Bosmer smirked as he began to walk away, with Bellator grabbing her arm and roughly pulling the Breton to her feet. She blinked as she got her first glimpse of the white marble walls found with all Ayleid architecture. Though, as mentioned before, it was pretty difficult to discern the walls as white with the eerie reflection from the magical lamps still functioning today, after thousands of years. Next, she lowered her eyes to meet the gaze of Sanzo, who was now aiming her sword below her stomach.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We like to have our fun.” He laughed again as she was shoved in the back by Bellator, forcing her to stumble forward and move closer to Sanzo.

<p class="MsoNormal">“And there is nothing more fun than harassing mages who can’t cast their spells.” His smirk grew wider, threatening to erupt into a full on grin.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The pretty ones always put up the most…resistance to our fun. Don’t they Bellator?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Imperial laughed this time, a big booming laugh, well suited for his build and size.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Especially the pretty men…” Bellator bellowed, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa tried backing up, but her back just hit the wall of muscle that was Bellator and she was shoved forward again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Just you wait.” She seethed. “I’m going to burn both of you to death!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The two Mage Hunters laughed again this time, happy that this Breton with the strange powers had finally found her voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">''I’ve never seen one as powerful as her before. The way the shadows of the trees seemed to follow her as she moved…''Sanzo thought to himself before heading back to his stool, he’d have his fun later in the day.

<p class="MsoNormal">''I have to see her magic for myself. The stronger it is, the higher I get paid! ''