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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:39 pm
The complex was medium size, nothing to impressive, but nothing to be laughed at either.
It consisted of seven separate rooms, six arranged in a hexagonal pattern around a central, and final, chamber, almost like a flower. This was a dark flower however, as none of these rooms were used for living, or storing, or anything other than a single purpose.
Prisoners.
Prisoners of course, used in a loose tense. In truth, Bikou used this room to perform his research into the body-structures and lives of the shinigami, bount, and humans. He would not go near Quincy, however, as he knew all he needed to know about them, which, as it stands, was simply that he despised them.
The walls of each room were bare to the bone, and bone white as well. Stretching to the ceiling like monolithic canvases, waiting to be painted with blood. A single rectangular window was positioned in the center of each of the outer cells, and a small door of the same shape was located on the smallest wall, facing the central chamber.
To enter this complex, one only needed to walk down a short hallway, positioned between the first and sixth outer rooms, and also lead to the seventh. Of course, the door to that hallway was not easy to open, and requires an Arrancar's reiatsu signature to activate.
Only the central room held any semblance of furniture, and what was there was a simple, undecorated white slab of stone, outfitted with five straps. Two for the arms, two for the legs, and one for the neck.
Bikou did not like it when he had to chase his subjects.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 6:53 pm
When dark reflections dance... [Enter From the Labyrinth] Bikou, and subsequently, his unconscious prisoner, appeared in the doorway of his complex with a slight static whoosh. Pausing only to open the vast door before vanishing once again, moving rapidly to the central chamber. He was not overly thrilled that his unwilling passenger had blacked out in transit, but that was to be expected considering the circumstances. No one could stay awake for long when their breath and blood flow were restricted.
Once inside the central room, Bikou visibly relaxed, allowing Ami to slump to the floor, where she lay sprawled out like a slain deer carcass as he shifted out of resurreccion. It would not do to waist his power just so he could hide.
Letting out a long sigh, Bikou leaned back against the table, eying his catch with practiced ease. He contemplated for a moment whether to just leave her sprawled on the floor, or whether it would be best to strap her to the table.
Eventually deciding on the latter, he pushed off the table with another audible sigh, and, grasping Ami by her throat, lifted her off the ground and slammed her onto the table. Needless to say, Bikou was not always the gentlest of people.
Moving quickly, he looped each strap around Ami's four limbs, following with the final strap around her neck, and tightening them to a considerable extent. Once this was completed, he removed her zanpakuto from her side, having already acquired what he needed from it, and threw it carelessly against a far wall, well out of Ami's reach.
Satisfied, he moved to the far left corner of the room, and took a relaxed leaning stance, waiting for his prisoner to awaken....Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 11:31 pm
As blood came surging back into her brain, colors flashed through her vision even though her eyes where shut. THen popping sounds echoed off the sides of her skull and then it all went silent, replaced by the sharp gasp she made as she woke back up. Color returned to her washed out face. Opening her eyes everything was blurry at first, and she quickly analyzed that she couldn't move. It felt as though there where several people holding her down to the ground, she struggled but could only move ever so slightly within the bindings. Grunting as she thrashed about she stopped as her vision cleared. Breathing heavily she looking about the room and quickly noticed a feminine looking male standing against the wall. Looking at him with wide and petrified eyes she simply swallowed a huge lump in her throat which was completely dry from not breathing and from being so scared. Again she searched the empty room hoping to find salvation but found none. This was a real mission, one that could and did go completely wrong. Closing her eyes she could feel her heart beating in her chest as fear washed over her entire form. As her chest heaved as a response to fear the small woman simply clung to her bindings and attempted to imagine she was anywhere but here. THen mentally she reached out to Ishi, hoping for a quick attack to end this entire scene but there was nothing but the echo of her own voice within her mind. Wiggling she felt nothing but her medical pack, but no weapon. Instead of thrashing about as she initially planned Ami remained still, with her eyes pressed shut.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 11:47 pm
When dark reflections dance... Bikou's face split into a wide grin as he watched his rather strange, and small, prisoner awaken. She seemed to be searching for a weapon, something he had expected from one as feisty as this. No matter, he would break her spirit eventually, and he could already feel the fear emanating from her body. Giggling slightly to himself, he decided to up that fear a bit.
"Ishi Riki cannot help you now, child." His voice was smooth as silk, but bore with it a slight edge that seemed to cut into the very air. "I took the liberty of liberating her from your grasp after I strapped you down. It wouldn't do for you to try and fight me off whilst I play with you." He pushed off the wall and walked slowly to where she lay, leaning over her face and cocking his head slightly to the side, both hands clasped behind his back. "I think.. Yes, the first thing I shall do." He brought his right hand around his body, and placed it in between her collarbones, directly above her chest. "Is make an incision.. here." He drew his finger downwards, slowly marking an invisible line from her throat to her belly button. "Not very deep, of course. We wouldn't want you to bleed out and die before the fun can really start." He returned to her face, walking his hand up her body with his index and middle finger as he did. "Of course, the true fun will start once I meet your precious Aislinn." He returned his hands behind his back, and leaned very close to Ami's face, his own features just centimeters away from her. Without warning, his face rippled away, replaced by Ami's, even down to the fear in her eyes and the rhythm of her breath. "Whoops." He pulled away and placed a hand over his mouth, which had returned to its normal state, in mock embarrassment. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to get that" He paused, lowering his hand and giggling slightly, "Personal." His face split into a wide grin, showing perfectly white teeth, and his right hand moved up to his chest, drawing out his zanpakuto with a slight distortion of his shirt. "Now.." He said slowly, placing the flat of the blade on Ami's shoulder and drawing it carefully across the length of her arm. "Shall we begin?" ...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:08 am
Hearing the man giggle she tightened her muscles even more and flinched as she heard him near her captured body. Even as he stood over her she kept her eyes squeezed shut. Wincing again as she heard him adjust himself here and there and could almost hear the smile smear across his wicked face; Whimpering slightly as Bikou spoke, referring to her as a child. Small tears began to surface on the corners of her eyes as the fear fully began to take effect.
Listening to what he had to say about her only savior within the room her eyes quickly yet blurred shifted right to where it was. Though she did not have it within grasp, she could feel the presence of her second half. Looking back up to him her face threatened to twist as if to cry but held back. Turning her face away she couldn’t help but let a sob out as his finger fell down her chest down to her bare belly button. Though her uniform had been modified to reveal her confidence of her flesh, she felt extremely vulnerable now within her own skin and uniform. Even more so because her weapon had been stripped and tossed aside. Whimpering she bit her lower lip feeling the evil seething from his body through his fingertip and into her body. Looking back her eyes pleaded for mercy, ”Please…” she sobbed. Begging for him to release her…
As he said Aislinn’s name she screamed and looked up to him with fear and rage, ”NO!” She began thrashing against the restraints and screamed again as a response to her overwhelming mixture of emotions. Ami continued to cry heavily as she watched him turn into a perfect replication of herself. Screaming again, ”AISLINN! NO!” thrashing more she attempted to build up the strength to tear through the restraints but simply caused her wrists and ankles to bleed as the bindings bore into her flesh. Stopping she coughed savagely as she had choked herself with the neck restraint. Looking up at him she quickly spit at his face; through tears she pushed out her anger, <******** you!” she looked away continuing her thrashing, stopping she coughed and yelled at him through choked rasps, ”You’re a monster!”
Ishi Riki on the other hand simply stood still within her own world, staring out at the man without emotion but an empty glare, the sword began to radiate an empty feeling, as if it was draining all emotion out of the room, as if it were drawing off of Ami’s suffering. Shifting Ishi simply turned away with that same empty gaze and vanished from view, the sword became completely sealed, now it was nothing more than a Soul-less Soul Cutting Sword, it would unlock as soon as Ami touched it once again.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 8:34 pm
When dark reflections dance... As Ami wailed in pain, and thrashed against her restraints, Bikou giggled again, basking in the glory of her unrestrained terror. This was how Shinigami were supposed to react. Terrified, helpless. He giggled again out of what would have been sheer glee, and leaned over her face, dangerously close to her eyes and mouth.
"Screaming will not save you love, Ami." He whispered in her ear, his voice low, and full of what sounded like restraint, as if he was fighting against an uncontrollable urge, or urges. He stood straight for a moment, taking in a long breath that shook his body with the excitement of the moment. "My whole mind" He closed his eyes, taking another deep breath, "Screams with the thought of cutting you to pieces." He leaned over her again, placing his lips directly next to her ear. "But I am going to savor this kill, child. I am going to cut you slowly, painfully, until the last drop of your blood is soaking into the stones. And then, when you are nothing more than a pile of bones and flesh, I am going to bring Aislinn here, and play with her." His mouth jerked forward for a brief second, biting Ami's ear with enough force to draw a small trickle of blood. Letting out a long, exaggerated breath, he stood up straight, stretching out his back and bringing his zanpakuto around in front of him. "Well.. I think that's enough foreplay.. you did say '******** you' after all. Maybe I'll just give you my version of a good, hard, ********." He extended the last word, moving his zanpakuto over Ami's right hand as he uttered the final syllable. "Or maybe I'll just teach you some manners."
With a sharp, abrupt motion, he slammed his zanpakuto into Ami's restrained hand, stopping it a fraction of a inch from piercing through the appendage. Wouldn't do to bleed her out, after all.
Withdrawing the tip of his zanpakuto from her hand, he walked slowly around the table, dragging his blade across the side of the stone slab to allow the sound of steel to echo about the room. He wanted her to feel the tension rising, before..
He stopped, and brought his blade up in a swift crescent motion, slicing a shallow wound across Ami's side, from directly below her breasts, all the way to her left hip.
"Whoops... it seems my hand slipped there for a moment.." He said with a slight giggle, squinting his eyes as his face split into a wide grin. "I guess I'll have to be a bit more... careful, with my next little kiss."
With a quick leap, he side-flipped over the table, slashing Ami across the stomach with a quick horizontal twitch of his blade. As he landed, he tossed his hair out of his eyes, and chuckled.
"I seem to have forgotten my promise.." He said absent mindedly, turning around so that he faced Ami once more. I guess my first cut was more of a stab.."
With a slow, drawn-out motion, he brought his zanpakuto over Ami's body, placing it between her collarbones at the base of her neck, pressing ever so lightly, barely enough to pierce the skin.
"One, little, slip.. That's all it would take." He sighed, cocking his head to the side and dragging the blade slowly down her body, slicing through the fabric of her shirt and her skin with the same ease, and allowing her crimson blood to flow ever so slowly over her restrained body. "That is why I placed the neck strap where I did, you know." He stated matter-of-factly, turning his eyes away from his work for a slight moment to look in her own. "I enjoy this particular cut immensely. Something about the terror and pain in my playmates eyes.." He finished his cut with a light flourish, sending a slight wave of blood out across the room. "There, all done with that one.. Now, where to next.."
He drug the tip of his blade across the entirety of her now-exposed upper torso, taking care not to cut her, more to allow the girl a moment of appreciation for how close she was to death. He stopped as his blade rested on her throat once more, and placed it alongside her neck, leaning in close to her face.
"Would you like me to end it, little one? Or shall we wait for our dear Aislinn to arrive?" ...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:16 pm
Looking dead into his eyes she let every word sink deep into her skull, and it made her body twitch in raw fear as he simply giggled at her trebling body and unheard cries for help. Whimpering again slightly she forced herself to look away, now she sobbed silently letting the tears fall from her face onto the table below her. This couldn't have been happening, nothing like this could ever happen to anybody. Was this why all the Shinigami trained to fight, to fight these monsters? Looking back at him for a brief second her gaze fell in the opposite direction yet again. All the training she had for graduating, the seating competition she endured in hopes to gain a higher rank was all pointless. It was stupid to even think for one minute that the training she went through was all for nothing. This was war, this man could do anything he wanted to her and she couldn't get away, she couldn't escape the untamed wrath of this pained and empty monster.
Shuddering again, Ami heaved as she began to cry even harder knowing that the sound of his blade exiting it's sheathed position meant he was going to cut her. His voice rattled as if there was an even uglier monster hiding beneath it's hideous smile. Bikou continued to speak of how he'd hurt her, and then he spoke how he would then in turn, hurt Aislinn. There was a strong urge to begin struggling once again but she couldn't move so instead she simply forced her shaking body to remain unmoved. Then within the next second his words became more sharp and her hand went numb as the blade slid easily beneath the surface yet did not glide all the way through. Screaming she looked over to her injured hand, and began to breath extremely shallow and heavily. Though it took a great deal of force to look up at the man she did so and her eyes continued to beg for mercy, she attempted to mouth a word but simply began to cry again, but winced and cried out again with a shrill shriek as he slashed her side. Then again she screamed out as she sucked in her belly as a new line of blood dribbled down her side, and pooled into her belly button and poured from there onto the table. her hand also dripped blood from her fingers onto the floor.
Then she attempted to suck in her chest and gut as he drug his blade down her torso, cutting the skimpy uniform free and her bust was released from the clothing. Now blood dribbled from her torso in a straight line and onto the table, it puddled beneath her and soaked her clothing completely. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip crying deeply now, attempting to cut herself off from the pain and agony she was experiencing. Opening her eyes she looked up into the monsters eyes and sobbed but uttered shaky words to him, pleading for reason, "P-pl-plea-ee-se..." she choked on her word before continuing, "I-I-I'm sus-sorry. I-I d-did-didn't mean to make you so meh-mad." she shook violently as colors began to form beneath her vision, a side effect of experiencing so much pain, "Peh-please let me gug-go."
Looking at him she sobbed even harder as the blood now dripped onto the floor in small streams. This pain was almost too much, she could feel the room begin to spin and her head became light, it was as if she where floating now. Any other person would have sunk into the depths of their minds to get away from this suffering, but her will to remain within the real realm had been fixed since confidence was instilled within the academy and since she had been a Hollow. Forcing herself to speak again her words where less stuttered, "Peh-Please, just let me gah-g-go." her breaths where still short and staggered.
Then he drug it beside her neck, she could feel the hate seething from the weapon and threatening to slice her head form her shoulders, attempting to pull away her gaze fell away from him as if she where afraid to even answer him. Turning back to the man she began to cry lightly as if she'd given up on living, "You're a monster..." Looking away again she finished, "A heartless, and soulless monster..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:39 pm
When dark reflections dance... Bikou's eyes clouded over for a moment, and he removed the sword from her neck, letting it rest against his hip, his free hand moving up to his mouth in contemplation. He kneeled for a moment, and let his zanpakuto fall to the floor with a light clatter. Bikou folded his arms, resting them on the side of the stone platform and staring at Ami, pausing for a moment to turn her head to face him.
"Hateshini Ai Ami, you misunderstand me. I do not hate you, nor have you made me angry." He lifted his right index finger, and slid it across her cheek. "In fact, one of the rather sad things about me, is that I feel no emotion." His hand moved from her cheek to touch the snake earring on his left ear. "This little trinket is the only reason why I maintain my sanity. It allows me to feel the emotions of everyone around me. Almost to the extent of reading their minds." He paused, placing his index finger under her chin, and drawing her face upwards so that she would not be able to look away from his silver eyes. "I'm afraid you have drastically misjudged this situation my dear, sweet Ami." His face split into a wide smile. "You were never going to die. The little cuts I did give you are nothing more than painful scratches, and I was careful enough to ensure minimal scarring, if any." He giggled lightly. "If it weren't for the wonderously overwhelming fear that you are generating, I honestly would not have cut you as much as I did. But I'm afraid that your emotions just make me feel so.." He smiled wistfully, "Alive." He stood abruptly, allowing Ami's head to roll free of his grasp. "You see, Ami." He paused, turning away from her, and pointing at the zanpakuto in the corner, "You are just one more piece of the puzzle. A small, somewhat unnecessary piece at that. Don't get me wrong, you are useful to my goals.. it's just that there were others who could have filled your place.." He turned on his heel, smiling down at the restrained girl. "Well, I suppose I better get to healing these.. Jes will be here soon with Aislinn, and after that point I'm afraid she may want me to cut you some more.. I do apologize, by the way. I normally would not dream of maiming such an exquisite piece of art.." His smile faded a little, and he slipped somewhat lazily into Ami's form, picking up his zanpakuto and tucking it into his belt as he did.
A soft green glow spread outwards from his hands, and he meticulously moved them over every square inch of Ami's body, sealing the shallow cuts with expert ease. As he reached her hand, he lifted it slightly off of the table, making certain that he had not pierced it all the way through. Satisfied, he continued the session, sealing the last of her cuts with a slight, girlish sigh.
"That should do it." He/she said, slipping back to his normal self. "I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long, dear Ami, but I'm afraid you were just the bait to separate our little Aislinn from the rest of the pack. It would have been quite annoying for Jes to grab her right out from under Evil's nose." He giggled slightly, placing a hand over his mouth, "I can't wait to see the look on Aislinn's face when she sees you like this.. the emotion of that event will be soo intoxicating." His eyes rolled back into his head slightly, and he hop-skipped around the corner of the stone slab, taking point by the door. "Annnd.. here they come." He smiled over at Ami, "This should be rather exciting.."...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:16 pm
Jes strode through the door that led into Bikou’s complex. She walked quickly and purposefully, apparently unencumbered by the young woman she dragged at her side. One long, pale hand encircled Aislinn’s neck, pulling her along. Aislinn struggled violently, pulling back against Jes’s vicelike grip, but Jes was having none of it. She was pleased with the girl’s fiery temper and knew that if her grip slackened, she’d hear a thousand curses pouring from the girl’s mouth that would certainly fit with those bright, angry eyes that glared up at her. It suited her to have such a strong-willed individual become her servant.
First, however, there was the matter of leverage. And by the sound of it, Bikou was just warming up. Aislinn’s thrashings were becoming much more violent at the sound of her lover’s pained voice. Jes, for her part, licked her lips. It was a pity she couldn’t really feed on Ami. Her pupils were dilated with hunger, making her eyes almost black, and Ami’s pain was so mouthwatering… But she wouldn't steal the woman's pain away. That would be too easy. She needed Ami to scream, to beg, to cry for Aislinn. It would be the most effective way to force Aislinn to comply with all of Jes's wishes.
“It should be exciting, shouldn’t it?” Jes said smoothly as she entered the main chamber. She moved to the opposite side of the table, surveying Bikou’s handiwork with a cool eye. Changing her grip on Aislinn, she pulled the girl up by her hair, presenting her a view of her bloodied lover. Though the cuts beneath seemed to have been healed, it was still quite obvious where Ami had been wounded. Probably more importantly, Aislinn would be able to see the terror in Ami's eyes. “What do you think, Aislinn? Where should we cut next? Her pretty face, perhaps?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 2:07 pm
Aislinn dragged in a sharp breath as Jes hauled her up by her hair. She grasped the woman's wrists, trying to alleviate the pressure that was threatening to tear her hair out by the roots as she twisted and kicked, trying to break free. Her movements ceased abruptly as she caught sight of the victim strapped to the table beside which she and her arrancar captor now stood. Her heart clenched painfully, bright blue eyes wide and hectic. There, bound to the table, was Ami. Her clothes were torn and fresh blood stood out starkly against her soft skin. The coppery scent of it was in Aislinn's nose and she felt sick, bile rising in her throat.
"Ami--" She breathed raggedly. Her eyes softened as she spoke her lover’s name. She took in Ami’s tear-streaked face, the pain and fear that marked her features. To see her like this, Aislinn thought her heart might break. It was then that Jes spoke, taunting her in her smooth, cold voice. Ash's face clouded over with fury, hot, angry tears pricking her eyes.
“Don’t,” She rasped, throat still sore from Jes’s hold. When she found her voice, it was dangerously level, but tight as she fought a losing battle to keep herself collected. “Don’t you hurt her, y’ ******** coward. Don’t have the stones to t’ take on an opponent, so y’ strap her down? You sick <********>. Touch her again and I’ll rip out your throat—“ Her anger bubbled over, and she was suddenly screaming in rage. “I’LL ******** TEAR YA T’ PIECES! DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN!”
Aislinn lunged at Bikou over the table, snarling as she phased into her lycan form. The shorter, glossy silver hairs on her head slipped through Jes’s long, grasping fingers as she hurled herself at Bikou with every intent of tearing that sick smirk from his face.
(Rawr. Pardon the excessive swearing… >.>)
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 2:31 pm
When dark reflections dance... ((I know we were gonna wait for Ami's response, but I feel in this case, it's justified for Bikou to react. ^_^)) As Jes and the girl entered the room, Bikou took in a sharp breath. The sheer volume of emotions cascading off of the little wolf were enough to almost cause a heart-beat. In truth, he found the young shinigami to be an attractive young woman, not that it mattered to one such as himself, but he dearly hoped he would not be forced to lacerate her face. But of course.. she decided to attack him. Perfecta..
Bikou pushed off the wall with an ecstatic giggle, his body moving with what seemed to be abnormally fast speed. With a wink, he released his restraints of his reiatsu, leaving the room drenched in the sheer smell and pressure of his spiritual energy. That, coupled with the already powerful reiatsu rushing off of Jes, would make someone at Aislinn's level to feel as if they were fighting against an avalanche. Not taking chances as to whether or not the enraged wolf would reach him, he crossed the minuscule space between them with a static rush, appearing directly underneath Aislinn's chin with a vicious uppercut. Vanishing again, his body moved at near sound-speeds, twisting like a whirlwind and launching an extremely violent cross-kick at Aislinn's neck. The resulting combination would likely throw her to the floor, and across the room, with devastating results, if not cause a small crater in the floor....Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:55 am
Hearing the sword clatter against the ground she winced but then winced even harder as he forced her face in his direction. Ami's eyes where squeezed shut and she pursed her lip together holding back a scream she simply whimpered before pressing her face against his hand and forced her head to look the opposite direction. Opening her eyes she gasped as she was holding her breath. Tears continued to fall freely from her eyes and sniffled finding it hard to keep herself contained any more she just simply began to cry.
Looking back up the small woman simply made a sharp glare as he moved her face with his index finger, and without hesitation she latched onto his finger and bit down, her teeth, though very much human where razor sharp because of the demon that had etched itself into her physical appearance. Just as quickly as so snapped at him she let go and then quickly surfaced enough spit in her mouth and again spit up at his face. "I do!" she shouted, "I'm not empty like you demons!" she struggled against her restraints and with a surge of spiritual energy she grunted the word, "Sho" and pressed down with her fingers and a blast of wind exploded form her fingertips, the blood sprayed out from under her and all over the wall. Panting heavily she quickly realized that she was still strapped down and simply went limp again. Now tears fell from her eyes but no sound escaped her chest.
Closing her eyes she began to ignored the world around her, the demons words became nothing more than a blurred noise that echoed lightly within her conscious mind. Then the wounds began to numb opening her eyes she noticed he was... her eyes shot wide open in panic as he healed her. Letting her head fall to the side again she continued to cry. As the wounds sealed she could feel the pain numb inch by inch, it was like torture in his own sick way. Injuring her and echoing that by fixing each wound one at a time. As a demon just surfaced within her soul she screamed and began thrashing about violently against her restraints, "NO!!!" a deep growl surfaced from her chest, as her eyes became black yet the iris began to glow pink. Though Ishi was not connected she was still very much apart of her and it echoed within her voice, and the thrashing stopped as if a new calm washed over her body, "I will kill you." and a deep threatening growl rumbled from her chest and the sword off in the corner of the room. Even though she where still very much frightened fear was beginning to be replaced by rage, tears continued to fall.
Then her gaze shifted and she fell back to her normal appearance as Aislinn and Jess entered the room. "AISLINN!" she shrieked as she fought against her restraints, "RUN!" she continued to fight against the buckles holding her down, "YOU MONSTERS!" she lashed out at Bikou with elongated fangs and her eyes fell back to their demonic colors, a deep roar very similar to a lions rumbled from her chest and mouth. "I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!" closing her eyes she went limp for just a second took in a sharp breath as she began to focus her internal rage into use full energy, her body began to crackle with blue arcs of electricity but the kido she wished to perform needed both hands to be free. So instead of casting it she simply laid on the bed looking at both Arrancar with her own demonic glare threatening to kill them if they dared let her loose.
The demonic colors faded again as Aislinn lounged over the table and was quickly brought to the ground, now full of panic she simply screamed, "No! Aislinn baby!" shaking her head she screamed again, "Let her go! Let her go! Let her go!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:07 pm
Jes chuckled to herself, but the sound seemed vaguely unnatural coming from her. It was cold and but not altogether mirthless. If you were sharing in the amusement. She did nothing to prevent Aislinn from breaking free or attacking Bikou, only watched as the pup bounded forward. Analyzing the feelings rolling from the two women, Jes knew she'd chosen her target well. Aislinn would do anything for Ami, that much was patently obvious. Better yet, Ash seemed unwilling, or even unable, to hide her emotions. When she was hurt, she cried. When she was angry, she shouted. When Ami was at all threatened, she all but lost control. It made her terribly easy to manipulate.
Ami was only making the job easier. The small woman was fighting her bonds, screaming louder than ever now that her lover had arrived. Jes sighed contentedly. She did so love when things went her way... Interestingly enough, Ami had been, until very recently, giving off an almost demonic aura. It didn't make Jes nervous so much as fascinated by this turn of events. She truly could not have picked a better pair of victims. She recognized a potential threat when she saw one. Aislinn's powers combated Jes's so directly that she would never be content unless she was either controlled or eliminated. Ami, on the other hand, if these flashes of demonic energy were a foreshadowing, would prove both threat and opportunity. She filed that thought away for use, perhaps, at a later date.
Now, with Aislinn momentarily stunned by Bikou's kick, Jes felt it was time to present her proposition. "I will enjoy breaking your little Aislinn," She murmured to Ami, soothing tone at complete odds with her words. She hoped the bound woman would keep up her screams. They were likely having a devastating effect on Aislinn. Patting Ami's head absently, she brushed past the table and knelt next to the wolf who lay on her side in a small Ash-shaped crater.
"Cachorrita mía*," Jes crooned, running her fingers through the glossy fur of Aislinn's neck. She acted careless of Ash's potential to bite her hand off. Jes very much doubted even werewolf teeth would have the power to pierce her hierro. "Does it hurt, knowing you can't save her? You see, unlike my associate here, I have absolutely no qualms with slicing into her pretty face. I would take those lovely blue eyes, first. But I would never hurt yours. Not when they look at me so. With such hate! It's what I love about you. Such a wild, passionate thing,"
Jes glanced back at the table on which Ami still struggled. She knew Bikou was eager to torture her, but there was talking to be done first. "Now, I want to speak to you face to face. Return to your human form or I will have Bikou put out her right eye. Refuse a second time and it will be her left. Phase back, Aislinn," She commanded icily. It was a preliminary test, merely to see how Aislinn would react to a direct threat to Ami. Surreptitiously, she sent a desire in Bikou's direction. He was sensitive to emotions and, while he couldn't read her mind, he would know what she wanted as if it was a coherent thought: make Ami scream. "Do it now,"
[*My little pup]
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 6:30 pm
Starbursts of color appeared in Aislinn’s vision as Bikou struck her in the jaw. He left her no time to recover from the first blow before he lashed out with a powerful kick that sent her careening into the floor. She felt the solid flooring shatter upon impact and she was rather surprised that her bones didn’t shatter along with it. She lay there stunned for a moment, wishing she could blot out the sound of Ami’s screams in her ears. Every time her lover said her name, Ash felt as though a knife was slowly being forced deeper and deeper into her chest. She hated this feeling of helplessness, this complete inability to protect Ami from the arrancar who’d captured them both. Ash bit back a whimper that would have betrayed her pain. She didn’t want to give the arrancar the satisfaction of knowing that they’d hurt her.
Just as she was about to rise, she felt a cold hand stroking her ruff. She knew that touch and knew the sandy smell that covered up the scents of blood and fear—Jes. She shrank away from the arrancar, a warning growl rumbling softly in her chest. She wanted to bite that horrible, cold hand, take it off right at the wrist and leave the pale, red-eyed woman with only a stump as a constant reminder to never threaten a werewolf again. In fact, Ash was about to make her move when Jes began to speak, voice as smooth as before but with a strange hint of what seemed to be affection. It made Ash’s skin crawl.
I can save her, Ash insisted, trying to talk over Jes. She didn’t know whom it was she was trying to convince—either Jes or herself, but it made her feel better to say it aloud. Somehow, though, Jes’s words still managed to worm their way into her head so that she had no choice but to listen. I’ll make y’ sorry y’ ever dared hurt her.
Despite her rebellious words, real panic filled her as Jes threatened Ami. The thought of Ami being hurt any more than she already had been was stomach-churning, but the thought of her losing her eyes due to Ash’s stubborn pride caused her near physical pain.
Aislinn phased back sullenly, sitting up and shaking Jes’s hand off with an insolent flick of her shoulder. She’d returned to human form without her clothes. She always did. This time, however, she didn’t concern herself with preserving her modesty. She glared back at Jes, brilliant blue eyes made brighter by the intense loathing she felt for her. If Jes wanted wild passion, she’d get it. Aislinn might have regained her human form, but there was no denying the wolf in her. She was like a cornered predator, made only more savage and dangerous at being trapped.
“Release Ami,” Ash growled. There was a muscle jumping in her neck and it was clear that she was tensed, only holding back another attack in the hopes of saving Ami. “Let her go back t' Evil unharmed. Then we’ll talk,”
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:38 pm
When dark reflections dance... Bikou watched the happenings with passive indifference. He was confident in the strength of the straps that held Ami, but all the same, he was slightly impressed with her attempts to break free. Futile, though they may be.
At Aislinn's words however, an unavoidable giggle escaped his lips. He had felt the emotions from Jes, and Ami, and Aislinn, and knew full well what was going to happen within the next few moments.
With a smooth stride, he walked next to the now naked Aislinn, pausing for a brief moment to admire her form before crouching down in front of her face, a silky smile on his own.
"You have naught to fear, little wolf." He said, his voice as soft and gentle as a summer's breeze, "However, I am afraid that Ami must remain here, with us." He paused, smiling thoughtfully, "Do not fret, dear Aislinn. So long as you do what Jes says, I will make sure that no harm befalls your precious Ami." He reached out his finger, brushing it against Aislnns's right cheek. "T'would be quite the shame, if I had to cut out her eyes.. They are so beautiful after all"
He vanished, appearing directly next to Ami's head, now fully standing, with his sword poised a mere fraction of a centimeter above Ami's right eye.
"One, little, slip." He whispered, his voice still maintaining the calm, soothing tone. "One tiny error, and little Ami loses her eye." He smiled wistfully at the barrage of emotions that assaulted him via the whispers of his earring. "Of course.." He moved further down her body, dragging the blunt edge of his sword against her skin so that she could feel the cold steel creeping its way to her chest. "There are.. other.. ways of doing this."
With a wink, Bikou twisted his blade over and slashed, cutting a horizontal line of pain directly across the center of Ami's chest. By pure geometrical standards, it was a work of art.((To clarify about *where* exactly he cut her.. I cannot state due to guild rules. But you get the picture.)) ...Beneath a silvery moon
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