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Post by Opal Strole on Dec 31, 2014 18:40:39 GMT
So far, things were going well. Opal had the half-bloods right where she wanted them. The pins of hair she would add to her costume had arrived, called 'color hair extensions' - which Opal found condescending because they weren't extensions, just pins with hair falling from them - and even Logan seemed to be... interested in her more than with an alliance.
The only thing that had shaken Opal was the subject of love. When Rosemary, her first hostage, had brought it up, she had been taken back to her father. Perhaps love had driven her into shock, but it had also kindled her thirst for revenge. After all, it was half-bloods that had killed the love in her life, her father.
So, here she was, the third hostage. Opal herself wondered if there was any chance they would figure out who she was in time. The hints were pretty strong, but people in crisis can't think straight.
Crouched in the forest, mask on, red hair 'extensions' clipped under the mask, black jumpsuit on, Opal waited. It was just her luck when a stray pigeon - or, rather, owl - crossed into her line of sight.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2014 21:07:23 GMT
The owl halfblood soon landed on a low branch, shifting into his human form and sighing. The thought had occured to him several times that going in the forest alone was a horrible idea. The thought came about several times, given the situation.
Damian had caught the word going on that Rosemary had revealed the identities of three other halfbloods, Adam, Claire, and himself, and of a human, Cecelia. Damian had decided since it seemed that Shadow was looking for halfbloods, he needed to stay away from his girlfriend. Since his identity had been revealed, it was all the more likely that he was a target.
Wandering alone in the forest was definitely not a good idea. But Damian needed to clear his head. He stood up on the branch and leaped down, spreading his wings and using them to glide down gracefully before looking around cautiously.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that somebody was watching him...
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 4:22:40 GMT
And someone was
The moment was all too familiar to Opal. Sitting - or, crouching, actually - while hunting animals that happened to be able to change into humans as well. Being a woman of theatrics, Opal began whistling the tune of Taylor Swift's "Revenge," stepping out from the shadows to revile herself, a knife in hand, knowing the boy would flee, and wanting to be ready to hit her target: wings. After all, he couldn't get away if he couldn't fly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 9:23:52 GMT
Damian whirled around at the sound of a footstep behind him.
Unfortunately, if wings were the target, Shadow was aiming at the wrong halfblood. Already at the sight of a mask and dark clothing Damian knew he was in trouble...when he caught sight of a knife, however, the risk seemed that much more real and less like some hallucination induced by lack of sleep. Not sleeping had never affected Damian that much, he was always a creature of the night.
Damian hesitated before following his instinct to escape. But then he did run, he ran away as fast as he could, keeping himself from spreading out his wings however strong the urge. It would make him more of a target, lifting himself into the air would take too much time and he knew that.
But the urge was strong, and soon enough his wings spread as he ran, trying to catch the wind and lift himself up in the air.
He only realized what he was doing when his feet were skidding off the ground and it was too late to stop-
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 18:42:38 GMT
Instincts. Thank goodness I, a human, don't have those urges, Opal thought gleefully, watching the troubled male run off, her own pounding feet following closely. As soon as she saw his heels rise from the ground, his mostly-white wings spreading to catch the wind, she flipped her knife so she was holding the blade and sent it spinning end over end, it's aim nearly perfect.
The delay there was in taking off gave Opal the time she needed to catch up, and by then the knife was nearing it's target within milliseconds. Eyes up, anticipation glimmering in her heightened adrenaline, she watched the events unfold.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 19:09:24 GMT
Damian realized he was in trouble and would have closed his wings if it hadn't meant a harsh landing that would take him out even faster than the knife would.
That said, the knife was indeed rather effective.
Pain seared through Damian's left wing as the weapon hit it's mark, the boy twisting mid air in an attempt to land so that the wings weren't damaged any more. He landed harshly on his left side, skidding slightly for a moment and gaining a few minor scratches on his cheek. He was winded, wheezing for breath for a second before he forced himself back up. He brought his bloodstained wing closer to himself and raised his fists and other wing up defensively.
[[ Currently he's forgotten he can do the owl screech, oops. Likely will do that in the next post...? ]]
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 19:35:41 GMT
As the knife did it's job as always, Opal withdrew a second knife from her small utility belt on her waist and approached the half-blood, who seemed ready to fight. "Oh, please," she groaned, rolling her head in amusement. "I've taken on hundreds of trained half-bloods with weapons that I found around me. You think I can't handle a bit of a fight?" Grinning, she stood in front of Damian, her legs shoulder width apart.
After a moment of thought, Opal returned her knife her belt, figuring she at least could be fair. "I'll be fair. Get up. Lets see what you're capable of."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 20:16:45 GMT
[[ HE WAS LYING HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT OH GOD ]]
Damian had really been hoping that he might scare her off. If he made an angry enough face maybe? Either way he had long since realized he was screwed unless he could magically learn how to fight in a matter of seconds. It might have been apparent on his face, since Shadow seemed to be toying with him.
Fight or flight? Well, at this point the "flight" idea was metaphorical, but the choice still stood. Both had an equal likelihood of failing. Run towards the chick to fight, or run away in hopes she was slower (which he noted was unlikely).
Choice had been made. He ran.
And he hoped he was fast enough.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 20:49:20 GMT
Grinning, Opal let the half-blood get a head start before bolting after him like a shot of lightning. As soon as she had neared, close behind the half-blood, she withdrew a knife from her belt and threw herself at Damian, attempting to knock him off balance and roll with him until she had the upper hand, with a knife up to his throat.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 21:06:22 GMT
As he had regretfully predicted, soon enough Shadow had overtaken him, and he couldn't dodge in time before he found himself lying on the ground with Shadow's weight keeping him down and her knife keeping from from daring to move.
His wings were being bent painfully, the blade still in his left wing, and though they weren't getting more injured they were in such a position that it was very uncomfortable and almost painful.
"L-look I'm not looking for any trouble-" he started to say but the knife at his throat was enough to shut him up.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 21:18:45 GMT
"Is that so?" Opal purred, lifting her head a little, though her dark brown eyes focused on his almost pitiful face. Straddling her victim, though not with her weight on him, with the knife still at his throat so he couldn't roll either way, Opal withdrew from a pouch on her belt a thin cloth and pressed it to Damian's face, watching the gas take effect.
"I wouldn't have had to pin you down like this if you didn't want any trouble," Opal mused.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 21:45:24 GMT
His eyes widened in panic as Shadow adjusted, though he realized with diminishing hopes that he still couldn't get away. The panic increased when his attacker reached back and took something out-
Oh god, he knew where this was going.
He tried holding his breath as long as he could, but eventually he had to breathe again. His eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out, lying still against the ground.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 21:57:54 GMT
Sighing, Opal waited a few seconds just in case, then moved off Damian, adjusted his wings and removed her knife, and slid both knives and the cloth away. With diminishing pleasure, Opal realized that, once again, she would have to carry or perhaps drag a half-blood in human form all the way to the base.
Great.
Two hours later, the affects of the gas surely receding already, dangerously close to the time it would fade and the boy would become unconscious again, Opal dragged Damian down the wooden steps of the base, wincing slightly as his head bashed into one of the steps.
Heaving, Opal managed to prop Damian up against the support beam in the middle of a stone-floored storage room, gasping for air. She couldn't tell if Damian was waking up yet, but she quickly bound his arm away and made sure his wing's were positioned so they couldn't cause trouble, but not too painfully. Opal may have been cruel, but she wasn't that cruel. Plus, what was pain if you already have it?
Sitting back, not really bothering to care if he saw her out of breath, Opal sat back in her usual black leather desktop chair and rested her head back, adjusting her mast so at least it wouldn't come off.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 22:11:52 GMT
Sadly the hit to the head was exactly what woke Damian up in the first place. His vision was blurring, he could barely open his eyes and when he did he still could barely see anything. Senses dulled, he was only very dimly aware of being dragged, or of being bound, and even if he had realized it he still didn't have the focus to fight back at all.
He blinked several times a minute or so after, trying to see where he was. His head still hurt a bit, and the pain in his wing had only dulled slightly, though it was still throbbing.
Eventually his vision came into focus, and he could see his captivator, but he refrained from speaking.
If she wanted something from him she would need to do better than that.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 22:25:39 GMT
Noticing movement out of the corner of her head, Opal tilted her head back down so she could see Damian. "Well.. hello then," She said, thankful she wasn't that out of breath. Standing and stretching in her smooth black jumpsuit, Opal groaned. "Sorry about the bump to the head. That was my bad. Though events to come will be your bad if you choose not to cooperate." Shrugging off exhaustion, Opal found herself selecting a bo staff, a weapon she hadn't yet had the chance to use. It was black - of course - with engravings of simple but beautiful swirls and lines and a kind of natural shine. Bouncing the wooden staff in one hand, Opal made her way to face Damian, adoring the way her boots clicked across the hard floor. Turning Damian's chin up towards her, Opal pursed her lips and tilted her head a little. "What's your name?" She demanded, simply. |If Dami remembers all this when Cece finds him, that poor girl is going to declare war on Opal  | |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 22:39:31 GMT
[[ Ah, likely he will, he's always been good at remembering and noticing small details. ]]
The half-blood grit his teeth and sent Opal a powerful stare as the human touched him, and he fought the urge to bite her.
He was usually a gentle soul, but at this point Damian was settling for using his more animal like traits in personality over human ones. This wasn't a time to be a softy.
Damian remained silent as Opal spoke, settling for glaring at Shadow as possible responses raced through his head. He tried not to act very afraid of the weapon that she was obviously threatening to use, though he was...but if it meant protecting the identity of other halfbloods...he'd take the bo staff.
"Yours first."
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 22:51:31 GMT
With a flick of her wrist and the corners of her lips turned up slightly, Opal sent the side of the staff flying sideways, bashing Damian in the temple. Resting the weapon against her knees and bending forward to her face was level with his, Opal narrowed her eyes. "That's a warning. Answer me, and perhaps I'll be inclined to do the same." There was a ferocity, a kind of warning in Opal's eyes, and just the way she stood showed it was not up for debate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 23:03:54 GMT
Damian's eyes widened, he knew that making a back talking comment had been a mistake, but he said it anyway- his head whipped to the side as it was hit, headache increasing tenfold and vision blacking out for a moment. A gasp of pain escaped his mouth- well it hurt! A lot!
He blinked away dizziness again and tried shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.
"Damian! My name is Damian!" he insisted. Name, fine, he could expose himself, but if she asked about others than Damian was in for a rough time.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 1, 2015 23:53:45 GMT
Again Shadow smiled. "Good, good," she cooed, standing and walking towards the wall, then turning when she neared it, or at least was a good four feet away. "Well, I'm Shadow, as I'm sure you know already." Opal twirled the bo staff in one hand in front of her. "I like the fire you have under your skin. It makes this more... enjoyable. Here's a game we're going to play: For every question of mine you answer, I'll answer one of your own in all honesty. The only rule is you can't ask any question that would hint to my identity. Sound good?" This is what I wanted from both Adam and Rosemary. Finally, someone that doesn't give in so quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 0:57:46 GMT
As Shadow turned away Damian rolled his head around so it was resting on the support post. His vision was still blurring, he was blinking a lot to try and focus, and he'd rather not think about how bad this would have been if his vision hadn't been so greatly advanced.
He bit back a comment about Shadow's definition of the word "enjoyable".
If her objective had been learning about Damian in particular, he would have agreed in a heartbeat. The problem was that he was no longer the only one at stake, and he knew that. He bit his lip for a moment, running through options in his head. Anything he said he would regret, the question was what could he do or say that would insure he got out relatively intact?
"Any question about anyone other than myself I will not answer," he replied stubbornly. "That will not change."
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 1:10:13 GMT
Narrowing her eyes once more, Opal gathered all her will to bite him and folded it neatly into a drawer. Stopping the spinning smooth stick of wood with a closed fist, Opal cocked her head to the side again. "I would get why you think you have a choice in the rules of my game in my house, but you don't," she said, meeting Damian's gaze with hostility. "So my first question is, who's heart do you hold? Who's the special girl, to be exact?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 1:32:50 GMT
Damian faltered for a second at the first question, mind racing. Soon his own eyes narrowed and he tried placing his defensive barriers again. How far was he willing to go to keep this up? How long would he be able to keep it up?
He worried his body's resolve was not as strong as his mind's. The thought honestly scared him more than the bo staff in Shadow's hand.
"Nobody of your concern," he said, bracing himself for another blow he feared to come.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 1:42:25 GMT
Losing her smiled, Opal swiveled the staff and landed the point into his stomach, raising her lip in disgust. "Anything and everything is my concern, fool," Opal snarled, twirling the staff into a vertical state. She was losing her patience, fast. So much that she hefted another sharp, yet lighter blow of the side of the staff to Damian's knee, likely bending it out of socket. "Who is she?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 1:58:52 GMT
[[ Hnngh my heart ahhh ]]
Damian let out another gasp of pain as the first strike hit him, winding him and leaving him unable to speak for a moment, which was probably good for him. He had only just regained his breath when the second hit made it's mark, and this time the pain was sharper. A shout escaped the half-blood and he curled into himself as much as he could.
"I-I'm not t-talking," he resolved again, half for himself and half for Shadow. "I won't s-say anything."
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 2:12:12 GMT
"Our deal is gone," The woman growled, twirling the bo staff around and around, thinking of where to aim. Sharply, she bashed the end into his shoulder and grit her teeth. Taking her time, Opal got down on one knee and withdrew a knife from her boot, holding it up to the injured boy's throat. "Remember when I said the fire in you was amusing?" Opal said, though it seemed more of a hiss. "Well it's just become what's going to kill you if you don't speak. I'm not going to touch the girl. Just speak, for your own good. She'll be in no position of gratitude to you keeping quiet if you're dead."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 2:39:17 GMT
The deal had never been enacted in the first place. Damian had never given it the chance at all.
Now he was definitely regretting it.
The stupid hope that he could protect anyone any longer flickered and died when the knife was held to his neck. He never wanted to give up any information...
...but if he died he didn't want to know how Cecelia would react. Kevin had died and it had hurt her more than he liked to admit. What would happen if he died?
"C-Cecelia-" he breathed. "She's human, she wouldn't matter to you-"
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 2:49:04 GMT
A new expression replaced Opal's face when, finally, Damian let it go. "Cece the human, eh?" Opal said, grinning in a seemingly psychotic manner. Leaning forward, Shadow whispered. "How exciting" into Damian's ear before sitting back and studying the injured boy's face. What she saw seemed like guilt. Again, Opal was moved by the overwhelming sense of love that Damian seemed to carry as though a burden of roses; heavy when in bundles and dangerous when wild, though beautiful and delightful, and pleasant to smell.
"I almost feel bad, Damian," Opal remarked loudly, strutting around the room, dragging the bo staff in her wake. "I pity this feeling you call love. It drives you to do... to do intolerable things." Opal paused, glared at the wall as though she could melt it with acid, then finished her lap around the room. "It makes you stupid."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 3:03:45 GMT
Damian's gaze lowered to the floor as Opal walked away. He didn't want to look her in the eyes again, he felt overwhelmed by a sense of defeat...
He hadn't said much, it wasn't anything that Shadow hadn't known before, but even then he felt this overwhelming sense of defeat. He felt like he had admitted a weakness. It wasn't a weakness, Shadow had twisted it so he felt like it.
That's what he hoped, anyway.
"Heh...you talk like you know what it feels like..." he said. "I'm new to it myself...but I know you have no idea what you're talking about."
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 3:11:26 GMT
A sudden anger boiled to the surface like a pimple on a teenage boy's face. Opal's face turned to pure rage and she withdrew a knife in a flash, pinning it in Damian's shoulder. "I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE!" Opal screeched, her fists clenched. "AND I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE IT!" The young woman breathed heavily, a tear threatening to leave her eye duct.
Gaining confidence again, after closing her eyes for a few seconds and tilting her head to the ceiling, Opal pulled her knife out of Damian's shoulder (ha ha, powerplays) and wiped it on her leg before stiffing it back into her belt holster. "You and every half-blood at this academy will feel my pain."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 3:32:34 GMT
[[ AH BAE ASIFHOAFHFSOOIUFJ ]]
Damian had almost hoped to hit a nerve, but he hadn't expected for the reaction to be so strong. Shadow's crazy was controlled, tempered to help her, and when she lashed out so harshly Damian hadn't realized it until there was suddenly a knife in his shoulder. He shouted in pain and it soared through him once again.
His breaths were becoming more shallow, he was feeling lightheaded after sustaining so many injuries. He wasn't even lucid enough at this point to make a biting comment back when Shadow pulled the knife out of him, rather harshly (i POWERPLAYED BACK AHA).
If she didn't put him to sleep soon he would pass out on his own.
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