Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24123288-20140215200339

(I now present to you, the short pie entitled "Drownin and Stuf" :P)

The Crystals were back, hovering over Mikasa, taunting her again. She stared up at them, anger in her eyes.

“I don’t need you anymore!” She called up into the sky, expecting to get a rise. “I don’t need anyone except the Shadows!” Her fists became clenched as she lowered her head to look down at the ground. “Everyone apart from them has betrayed me.” Her voice began to wobble as she examined the blades of grass around her feet. “Elsa took away my magic and…and Petra…” Mikasa stopped her ranting at nothing and sighed.

“Petra let herself be manipulated by that Argonian…I need to show her how insane she is being…”

Her inner meditation was cut short as she was stirred back into the world of the living, her mental plane fading away with the crystals still spinning in place above her, laughing silently at her as she woke up.



The first thing Mikasa noted when she opened her eyes were that they stung incredibly sharply. Her head was in a small enclosed space and she blinked out of panic and to try to erase the pain. This only caused her eyes to sting more and she breathed in quickly. This was a mistake. The Breton began to panic further as she felt water rush into her lungs. Naturally, she tried to move her head out of the water, back to the breathable air she always took for granted, but found it was being pushed down by something. Just as she was on the verge of passing out, the object holding her head down in the bucket of ice cold water tightened its grip on her head and Mikasa identified it as a hand. This hand gripped her hair and tugged upwards, freeing her from the torment of near drowning.

The Breton gasped for air instantly and coughed. Water coming up from her lungs and spilling out her mouth, down her chin to land on her shirt and drip all over the ground she was forced to kneel on.

“Wakey wakey Mage.” Sanzo sneered as Bellator yanked her head further upwards, so that Mikasa was forced to look at the ceiling. She tried to move her arms but couldn’t. She winced when the ropes began to burn her skin the more she tried to move.

''Shit… ''

“Now, why would a pretty young thing like you be out wandering the forests of the West Weald all alone huh?”

Mikasa glared at the ceiling as she remained silent, only breaking her vigil when her head was shoved into the bucket again. The water bubbled as she coughed instinctively, taking in more water.

Once more, her head was swiftly pulled out and she spluttered, her shirt getting quite soaked at this point. It clung to her skin and made her shiver involuntarily.

“Aw.” Sanzo mocked, putting on a ‘concerned’ voice. “What’s wrong mage? Lion got your tongue?”

The Wood Elf laughed again as Bellator forced Mikasa into looking at him. She did nothing to hide the rage in her eyes.

“Ooh. Scary.” Sanzo said, throwing his hands up in surrender sarcastically. “What you gonna do? Burn me to death with the fire in your eyes?”

Mikasa continued her silence, willing the Black Flames to come to her aid. However, they did not. Either it was because her hands were too wet, or because she just simply couldn’t move them. Mikasa was trapped for the moment.

<p class="MsoNormal">“My my.” Sanzo mocked again. “You really are a quiet one. But I’m not worried.” A wicked grin grew across his face that chilled Mikasa to her very soul, making her eyes widen in fear.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Wood Elfs laugh rang out through the halls within the very depths of Wenyandawik Edesel as Mikasa took another drink from the bucket.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They all end up talking eventually.”