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 Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 7:58 am
'Run!?' Mash'al gritted his teeth and snarled as the woman wrapped his feet and hands, 'I would like nothing more that to run!? Well, Maybe drive a blade through your chest then run...' He seethed as the thoughts raced through his mind.
Realizing if he had any hopes of liberating himself from this woman anytime in the future he had to keep his wits about him, rather than flying off the handle like he would much rather be doing right now, Mash'al coached his breath to try to keep his mind on task, Escape.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 2:59 pm
She ignored his hissing. "Now now, the less you struggle the easier this will be for both of us." Baba patted his head then turned back to the counter.
She took her time crushing up the ingredients in her bowl. When the kettle started to scream she pulled it back and tipped it into the bowl. She stirred gray cocktail and set the bowl down to cool. She pulled a small cosmetics jar from the drawer and dipped her finger in an ashy paste.
Baba finger painted a symbol onto the palm of her hand and made the same symbol on a piece of loose paper. She held the paper over the flame of a white candle and began to speak a spell.
"Protect this soul from the worst of me.
Spirits guide my hand, for I wish not to maim." The paper ignited, she dropped it half burning in the bowl she prepared.
"Keep him whole, physically and mentally.
Calm my mind and keep his temper tame."
She reached down and planted her palm on his forehead. When she retracted her hand the sigil of protection was stamped on Mash'al's head.
With her spell complete she poured the contents of the bowl through a strainer and into a cup. She knelt down by him and held the cup to his lips. Baba looked deep into his fiery eyes and told him, "You have to believe this will work. It is the only way you are getting out of here intact." her voice was calm but her eyes were deadly serious. akuma_kessaku So you can decide if the potion works or not. Either he can be relieved of his paralysis in exchange for some temporary blindness. Or it can fail and you can come up with whatever side effects you want. n_n (either way I think it should at least make him able to talk/yell at her)
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 8:42 am
Mash'al's fiery eyes were fixed on the hag as he drank of the mysterious concoction. This was all a hoax, right? It had to be! His crew set this up and was playing a prank on him because they actually beat the ships and wanted to rub it in his face... If that were true, they'd best not return to Jatine because they wouldn't have jobs to come back to if he had any say in it.
Why was it that every time he strayed from Oba he ended up captured by some backwater earthling straight out of Oban folktales about the mainland earthlings... like the worst possible scenario every time he left. First, it was the bug people... Hell, he wasn't even sure those monsters were considered earthlings for their hideous looming form, then there is this... thing? Who'd taken his hair, painted his face, and...
Mash'al's vision began to blur as the hag faded from view. His palms and the bottoms of his feet felt prickly with a familiar feeling; his paralysis was lifting. The less he focused on that hoaky folklore voodoo she was practicing on him the more the weight lifted. "W-What... Have you done... to my f-forehead." He tried to keep his tone calm, but snarly rage was still present, "And... w-what interest... do you have... in my nails and...H-hair!?"
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 9:39 pm
She watched him carefully as he drank the potion. His body shifted subtlely and she could tell the effects were already settling in. Baba's eyes sparkled, It worked! "You can talk!" she squeaked. She was obviously satisfied with the results. Her subject hadn't died, he wasn't writhing in pain, everything had seemed to worked as she planned. "Well, this is better than expected" She crossed her arms and looked accomplished.
"What I have done to your forehead has saved you from the worst of the potion's effects. As for your hair and nails, they are simply ingredients" She went over to him and grabbed the bindings.
"Now that your blood is hot again you should be good to go. A capture and release program if you will" she chuckled to herself. "Lucky for you, you get to be the first." She pulled him carefully outside again and rolled him onto a sled. She would have to carry him a safe distance from the hut so he could find his way back to town without much trouble. It would be a shame for him to get lost again.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 8:32 am
"This Mark... This wears off, right?!" His snarl jumped an octave as he struggled to rise to his feet at the demand of the hag. He followed her, with little choice of his own and was at a loss for what these 'ingredients' could provide her, "My hair... and Nails are ingredients? For what?!" he demanded as he was tripped over something and fell hard onto something that wasn't snow. As he was shoved around and righted on the planks and he began moving forward... a sled? As they went her spoken words sank in, "I'm the first..." his voice trailed off as he thought of all the poor lost souls that met their demise at the hands of this insane hag-beast.
'I've gotta get the hell out of here,' he told himself. It would be a struggle because he knew he was outside and his eyes were open, but all he could see was blackness, something not common in a world of ice and snow. Wiggling around he managed to get his legs underneath him and while working his fingers on the knots restraining his feet he managed to slip one foot out. With his legs free, he decided his chances of reaching civilization were better than waiting around with the hag... who knows where she was actually taking him! Mash'al rolled from the sled and rose to his feet, "HA! I will be your captive no longer, you wretched woman... And When I make it back to civilization you had best pray to your false gods that I never find you again, because I promise you, it will be your undoing~!"
After his final proclamation Mash'al beat feet into the wilderness... Tripping and stumbling over various debris hidden under the snow's surface. it wasn't long before the blindness wore off and he was later discovered, half frozen again, staggering through the town of Coeld, ranting and raving about some psychotic ice witch that tormented him and set a bounty on her to anyone dumb enough to track her down and attempt to slay her. His incoherent babbling was chalked up to signs of hypothermia, and after a brief treatment, they sent him with his crew back to Zidel to board their ship and return to the lands of Oba.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 10:17 pm
She was impressed at how quickly he had managed to untie himself and roll off the sled. She wondered if he had really been that cold, to begin with, or if obans blood just warmed quicker. His confidence as he stood there and declared his victory was amusing. Even though she was certain he was still blinded she could appreciate his boldness. She couldn't help but laugh as he stumbled and tripped through the snow. She watched to see if he would run into a tree. She was a bit disappointed to see he didn't. His threats didn't bother her much. He would be a fool to come back for her if he could even find her. He had been passed out when she found him and blinded when she took him out. He had only ever seen the inside of her hut. That in itself was a rare honor. Baba did not have guests very often. (actually never) She wouldn't argue to having the gorgeous obans over.
Baba made her walk back to her hut. She was satisfied and proud that she was able to collect some things from her specimen without doing lasting harm. It would have been easier to poison him, so she was proud of the restraint she showed. akuma_kessaku ;D thats a wrap! this was fun!
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